I smile back at Mark, hoping the smile isn't too deceitful. I'm barefoot, which makes things very difficult. Either Martha thought I wouldn't need the shoes, or it's part of the ritual, but I feel that my legs will be covered with bloody wounds. Well, if I save myself, my wounded legs are an easy price to pay for freedom. And if I stay here, then I will be injured much more seriously.

A crowd has already gathered on the edge of the settlement, I see several more girls in white tunics, apparently also today's brides. Everyone looks joyful, happy smiles froze on the faces of the spouses.

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