The Sightseeing Tour

An hour later.

Brzezina's handsome young face was now twisted into a savage grimace. A pipe had been shoved straight into his eye socket, and red and white fluids seeped from the wound.

Brzezina's eyes were wide open, filled with confusion, resentment, and fear. His pistol and boots had long since become someone else's spoils, and soon someone would strip the clothes and trousers from his body, too.

After all, the serfs might never have touched such fine goods in their entire lives.

The serfs were searching everywhere for the scattered remnants of the Polish Restoration Army, stabbing even the corpses a few more times.

The army that had been strutting like a king just moments ago had become a pack of terrified beasts, running this way and that. But no one felt any pity for them.

The Polish nobles had done far too many things on this land. One of their games was called "Guess the Ass": they would gather a group of peasant women together,

make them turn around, then put up a row of wooden boards to hide their upper bodies and have their husbands guess which one was their wife.

If a man guessed wrong, he would be whipped, and his wife would become the day's entertainment.

In another game, they would make a serf climb up to a bird's nest while a group of nobles fired at him. If the serf managed to reach the nest before being shot dead, he could live. If not, he died.

They would lock Gypsies in with wild boars. If the latter could convince the former not to eat him, that proved he was a devil worshipper, and he would be burned alive. If he failed, he became the boar's meal.

They would throw serfs into the forest, then