He had just began to think it was his lucky day when he was roughly dragged from the carriage and across the grass to edge of the cliff. He attempted to struggle but was completely outmatched. Held by Oswald out over the edge of the cliff, with his feet dangling over the empty air and, far below, the rocky seashore and pounding surf, he looked into his attacker's eyes for the slightest hint of mercy, but found only mirth.
Returning to the carriage, Oswald found the girl sitting with her hands over her eyes, frightened by the roughness with which Andres had been dragged away.
"What did you do with him?", she asked.
"I let him go".
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