“You’re free.”
“What about the other fellow, the old man?”
“I don’t know anything about him. He’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“But I’ve not got my gear. I must go back and get it.”
He looked scandalised. “You can’t. You’re free. You can’t be in the Castle without a permit. You must go. You have no right here. You must go. The other fellow will bring your bag.”
“I didn’t want to come, and you brought me here. Now you want me to go, and I don’t want to go—without the old man and my gear.”
“You are free, and you can’t be in the Castle without a permit.” He was shocked to the root of his being.
I departed.