He recited the whole row:
Behruz smiled. “I went to the Verb Kingdom. I saw the king. And I have understood everything.”
“I ride my horse,” she sobbed. “Yesterday, I rode him. But now he is gone! I have ridden every path!”
Inside, the kingdom was chaos. Verbs were running everywhere, tangled in their own forms. A tiny woman was crying next to a broken cart.
The guard stamped his spear. “Wrong! I am Begin . He Begins . Yesterday, he Began . And long ago, it had Begun . Understand?”
Behruz froze. Then he remembered the PDF. “Begin – Boshlamoq . Began – Boshladi . Begun – Boshlangan ,” he whispered.
“Go, Went, Gone – Bormoq ,” Behruz would mumble. “Eat, Ate, Eaten – Yemoq .” The words felt like dry sand.
The guards stepped aside. “You may enter the Verb Kingdom.”
“I… I am Behruz ,” he stammered.
Behruz knelt. “No, Your Majesty. You are the most important.”