The Mist and the Lightning. Part III. Ви Корс

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СКАЧАТЬ Tol looked at Squint-Eye.

      "Of course, I do."

      "And what is it?"

      "It is mine. It is mine and I don't have to share it with anyone. Lis can say whatever he wants, it's his right. If I wanted, I could have said something, too, but I don't, and it's my right.

      "And what do you think, Enriki?"

      "I think we are all right," Enriki made himself say. "It was Lis's fantasy about a conspiracy."

      "I also think so," Tol started, and Lis smiled barely noticeably when hearing how confidently Tol said it. "I also think that Nikto cannot be in conspiracy with the Unclean against us, because he hates them. And he likes us, he even likes you, Lis."

      "Now, Tol, you have your own opinion, congratulations." Lis took a deep drag, narrowing his eyes, hiding sharp glitter in them behind his auburn eyelashes.

      Tol smiled and leaned to Asa, hugging her.

      "I'm so glad you're with me," he purred. She smiled back at him.

      "Make her learn Black," Lis said to Tol.

      "Yes, Lis, you're right," he agreed. "But I can't make her! It's the same as if someone made me learn her fucking Unclean – I'll never do it! We're both alike, both are stubborn."

      Enriki wanted to say something but turned around, hearing steps on the stairs. Mina walked down to the hall. She was dressed up lavishly: in a white fur coat, with strings of pearls in her golden hair.

      "Where is the master?" Her voice was tender like a creek water. "He ordered me to come down by this time, he promised to take me to 'Backara'." She was confused and a little upset but tried not to show it.

      "If he promised, he will," Lis said confidently. "Wait for him."

      "If he leaves his room today at all," Squint-Eye added.

      "He will, Nikto will take care of it," Lis said. "Nikto, go to Orel."

      "Don't order me what to do," Nikto snapped. "I'll go to him when I decide it."

      Mina sighed and sat down on the bottom step of the stairs.

      "You're very beautiful today," Lis said looking at her. "Do you like it when Orel takes you along somewhere?"

      "Yes!" She got animated for a moment, alit with some inner light; but it was just a moment, then her face fell again.

      "We'll go to 'Backara' anyway, even if Orel doesn't. I can take you along, do you want it?"

      Mina got up fearfully.

      "I'd better go."

      "Why are you afraid of me?"

      "I'm not afraid, why should I be afraid of you? What can you do?"

      "You're right, I won't do anything to you. But I'm worried about you. Lately Orel kills one of his slaves nearly every day."

      "I know, the master does it from time to time. We all learned to live with it and I'm not scared any more. Sooner or later it'll happen to every one of us. You are worried about me because you feel guilty over Shela, she begged you to buy her out. You could have done it but you didn't, and she got despaired. She was trembling with fear every day – she only thought about it happening to her. She was afraid of pain, we saw what he did to other slaves, and Shela always repeated 'I will be the next, I will be the next' – and she drove herself to the state when her heart gave up. I don't want to think about it, it kills you before the death comes."

      "These are the wise words, but still, try to be more careful. And don't leave, drink with us." Lis gave her a glass.

      "Yes, drink with us," Tol joined. "Let's drink for all of us once again!" He started pouring wine.

      "How lovely! A touching picture!" Orel stood atop of the stairs and looked down at them.

      "Orel, come down to us!" Tol greeted him happily. "It's good you're back!"

      "Indeed." Orel walked downstairs and sat down in his place at the head of the table. Tol quickly filled his glass. "I was waiting for someone to come up to me, to wonder what's happening to me but you care shit, you're sitting here, drinking wine. 'Arel is freaking out, doesn't matter, we'll have fun!'"

      "It is not true," Tol said, "we worried about you. Nikto was going to go make up with you. You know, we were investigating, investigating if he had something with Asa – but we figured out he had nothing, Asa is just a stupid wench."

      "What did you investigate? I knew that, that's why I'm here, I was afraid for Nikto! I thought you'd kick him to death, what a fool I am! You're nearly kissing with him here!"

      "We picked on him, picked on him and then we made up. Because there was nothing between him and Asa."

      "Really?" Orel pretended to be surprised. "There is nothing between you, is there?" He turned to Nikto still looking at him with resentment.

      "Really," Nikto said raising his eyes and meeting Orel's gaze. "I just fucked her a couple of times, big deal."

      "Whaaat?!" Tol shouted, and Squint-Eye, Lis and Enriki started laughing.

      "Come on, Tol, it was a joke," Squint-Eye said.

      "I don't like this kind of jokes at all." Tol was displeased.

      "Enough about it," Orel ordered. "Time to go." He finished his wine, poured some more and gulped it.

      "Arel, don't drink like this," Lis said carefully.

      "Drink like this? 'Like this' is how? I have the second glass, is it a lot, you think?"

      "And how many did you have upstairs?"

      "Lis, fuck you! I hate you all! I hate you!" Orel got up. "Let's go. Mina, come to me, and you, Nikto, don't even come closer!" He made a show turning away from Nikto and walking past him. Everyone else followed him, including Nikto. Vil was the last to go. He came even with Enriki.

      "Enriki, what shall we do in the Lower City tonight?" There was concern in his voice.

      "I don't know," Enriki said indifferently. "Do you care?"

      "Probably not," Vil whispered.

      "What?" Enriki asked.

      "No, nothing."

      * * *

      They walked down to the yard. The servants had their horses ready. Orel ran down the stairs and mounted his horse, ready to leave at once. His horse danced under him impatiently.

      "What are you waiting for? Faster, faster! Let's go!" He turned to his friends and saw Nikto still standing on the top of the stairs, unable to walk down the iced steps.

      "Nik," Orel called for him impatiently.

      Nikto started forward instinctively, following this call, but he couldn't make even a step, or he would've just rolled down the stairs. Orel saw his face – pale as always and lost – as if Orel was going to leave him now, go away without him.

      "Damn you!" Orel dismounted but Lis was faster. He ran up the stairs and gave Nikto his СКАЧАТЬ