The Mist and the Lightning. Part 18. Ви Корс

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      “Does Leonardo have children at all?”

      “As far as I am informed, his children were weak and died in infancy, none of them survived to adulthood.”

      “Sadly…”

      “Not at all sad!”

      “And Salaf has no children, and Zagpeace and Prince Ariel – only you have children, but they are not purebred.”

      “Prince Ariel will now, thanks to the diamonds of Ore town, restore his ruined estate, happily marry some noble black woman and continue his family, I have no doubt. Varakh has a son and two daughters. However, the girls are twins, and this is also considered a sign of degeneration.”

      “Does Daniel Crassus have heirs?”

      Kors shook his head.

      “His son died in the war with the Reds, Daniel took this loss hard.”

      “It’s a pity.”

      “Yes, Nik, true blacks are degenerating, there are less and less of us. We lose ourselves and dissolve in the general mass of mudbloods and commoners.”

      “And you also contributed to this mixture.”

      “Yes.”

      “You blamed me for doing a lot of stupid things, but isn’t your connection with Iness the same madness?”

      Kors lowered his head.

      “Now I understand this and admit my mistake, but in fact I am not as noble as you think due to your inexperience. I am not as pure-blooded as Prince Arel, Prince Ariel or Salafael. There is no royal blood in my veins. Yes, I am from the race of masters, from a good decent family, but my ancestors did not observe purity so much: sometimes there was a misalliance. Of course, I am not a peasant or a commoner. But in many ways, I built my career myself. Thanks to my intelligence and hard work, I reached the top and approached the true blacks, became one of them and entered their Supreme Order.”

      Nik listened intently.

      “And more, more, Nick, I was young and madly in love!”

      Kors fell silent, lost in thought and lost in memories.

      “What would you do when you saw that your son had blond hair?” Asked Nik, tearing him out of the past. “When you saw that he was such an obvious half-blood? You would get rid of him, right? You planned to let live only dark-haired children? People like Karina? Yes?”

      “Yes,” Kors replied barely audibly. “Maybe I would leave a blonde girl…”

      “And the boy?”

      “No. No, I’m sorry. I’m telling you honestly.”

      “So this is how you were going to solve this problem. And how would you explain this to your beloved Iness?”

      “Small children often die…”

      “It turns out that your son was lucky that the Reds stole Iness: they themselves, unwillingly, saved his life.”

      “Nik…”

      “You were looking for your child, you suffered, and if you found and saw that he was light-haired, you yourself would get rid of him! Great!”

      “Please don’t…”

      “Or would you sell him into slavery? Why kill him if a white child is worth good money?”

      “Well, why are saying this!”

      Nik, slightly raising his head, quickly looked up: the day ceased to be cloudless, and the sky was increasingly covered with gray clouds:

      “It looks like it’s going to rain,” and he put his black glasses into his belt bag, not putting it on as usual.

      Kors looked at him, still a little sleepy and rumpled, looked at his face, realizing that no matter how hard Nik tried to pretend to be indifferent, inside behind this inept mask he was upset and depressed.

      Guided only by his passions, Kors, without hesitation, transgressed the laws and regulations, having entered into a relationship with a woman of another race, thereby dooming his descendants to life-long torment to be half-breeds, second-class people. And no matter what Nik did, he remained a mud for the blacks from birth to death. Yes, the soul of Kors belonged to the Demon, and he was completely devoted to him, but the human body of the Demon was the body of his son and belonged to Kors: the Demon had nowhere to escape from him, and he couldn’t do anything about it.”

      And Kors involuntarily smiled: he understood that it was ugly in relation to Nik and unpleasant for him, but now Kors no longer regretted what he had done, he was satisfied with this alignment.

      “Put on your glasses!” He ordered, just to demonstrate his power over his son. And, since it seemed to him that Nik was hesitating, he added sharply:

      “Do you hear badly what I said?”

      Nik silently took out his glasses and put them on. Kors was pleased, his mood improved a little:

      “Tell me, Mara, this witch – did she pay them a lot for you?”

      “Enough,” Nik said barely.

      Kors felt sorry for him: “What am I doing? Why am I humiliating him?!”

      “Forgive me,” he said hastily, “forgive me…”

      “Why are you asking for forgiveness from me, it makes no difference to me,” and Nik, covering his face with a mask, turned away and walked away.

      Kors saw Nik walk up to his Unclean Power and, inserting his healthy leg into the stirrup, confidently jumped into the saddle. Kors turned away in frustration. With annoyance, he looked at Adrian – he also looked at him, looked with his narrow, deep-set eyes, surrounded by black stripes of indelible arrows, looking at his master, as it seemed to Kors, even somehow too impudent. And now Kors didn’t feel, as usual, his inner suffering. He didn’t like it at all.

      “I could kill you with one blow,” said Kors. He stroked his iron stick hanging from his belt, and Adrian noticed the gesture, the way he gently stroked it.

      And now Kors listened with pleasure to his emotions:

      “Coward,” he chuckled. “I’m not going to kill you, because then you’ll go to a feast for your gods. No, no, you will suffer here much more, Adri…”

      Adrian dropped his eyes.

      “Useless stupid creature,” Kors hissed with anger and disappointment, and spat in his face.

      Chapter 4

      The unclean ones drove slowly behind the main army of blacks: they were clearly in no hurry and often stayed at a halt all night and all the next day, lagging behind the people more and more. The warriors of Zagpeace and Tol have gone far ahead. Kors was not upset. He wanted to be with Nik and didn’t want to return to the Black City, he was afraid of this and was also playing for time. It was better that way – to stay with Nik as long as possible, until business in the capital didn’t twist them into a deadly whirlpool. СКАЧАТЬ