"Which of the gods?"
The One-eyed Man leaned close to Barnabas's aged face, staring with his single good eye. On his face was a fierce and delighted expression.
Which one of the gods? Does it even matter? I've sworn to the gods!
Barnabas thought in his chaotic mind.
And his uncontrollable mouth said it too.
"Does it even mat... glub glub!"
Unfortunately, the One-eyed Man clearly didn't expect a reply. He immediately shoved Barnabas's head back under the steaming water of the cauldron.
This time, the submersion was only a few seconds, a bit better than before.
Perhaps the One-eyed Man considered that the old man didn't even have a chance to take a deep breath previously; any longer, and he'd drown, ending the fun.
Once again coming out of the water as if reborn, Barnabas's mouth dared not stop.
"All the gods! I swear! I swear to all the gods!"
"I've never met anyone who could talk so much bloody nonsense as you, Barnabas." The One-eyed Man and his lackeys laughed loudly.
