Wait, wait" screamed the man" I'm not Urseolo!"
"You'r not? but this carridge is going trough Bosnia and Dalmatia.
No, no, I'm a thiev, they are going to imprison me in the vlliage."
"What, goddammit" And HJ ran to his horse to find Urseolo.
There! Another carridge, could this be the one. "Don't hurt us"
screamed the guards "Is Urseolo here?" asked HJ
"Yes" answered one of the guards," and he's all for you"
"Thank's, and don't forget to hurt yourself a little bit, the pope might suspect you."
"We will." and the guards ran away.
HJ looked in the carridge, and there was Urseolo.
"Don't kill me, please.
Kill you?" said HJ with hate inhis voice.
"When i'm ready with you, you will wish that i had killed you."
HJ jumed on carridge and rode to the mountains.