North bank of the Limpopo River.
"Mr. Wiggins! You have worked hard these past few months. We have prepared a small boat for you. Once you cross the river, you may return to the Republic of the Transvaal. This is a letter; we hope you will deliver it to your president." An East African soldier handed Wiggins a letter.
Wiggins, who had been somewhat listless, said in disbelief, "You're really letting me go?"
Escorted to the Limpopo River by two East African soldiers, Wiggins had thought the Kingdom of East Africa intended to execute him. He had been held under house arrest by East Africa for so many days, with no one speaking to him. Even someone with the strongest heart could not endure such torment. Wiggins knew what he had done; even if the Kingdom of East Africa shot him a hundred times, it would not be excessive.
"Of course, Mr. Wiggins. Although we greatly dislike the sort of person you are, your sentence has expired. Besides, you do have some use. You can serve as a messenger between our two nations, can't you? We hope you will convey our friendship to your government."
Having regained his freedom, Wiggins hurriedly replied, "No problem! I will personally deliver the letter to the president!"
The East African soldier waved a hand. "Then please hurry back! Remember not to do such shameful things again!"
Wiggins tucked the letter into his breast pocket. Seeing that the East African soldiers truly intended to release him, he nodded fiercely and said, "Today, I swear before the Lord that I will never again set foot on the land of the Kingdom of East Africa."
Under the watchful eyes of the East African soldiers, Wiggins boarded the small boat and rowed toward the opposite bank. Once he