The Mist and the Lightning. Part 15. Ви Корс

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      “Yes, sir, close, just like I see you now. And I didn't have the slightest doubt.”

      “How is he?”

      “Still the same. He hasn't changed at all. He is fearless, very fast, fights on the front line, takes risks,” the red warrior paused, “ he is a professional,” he added, “no red can do that, he combines the mind of the highest race of red and the animal sense of black savages. He’s in charge. There are many black and unclean ones with him. All are fighting together and all are with him and for him. There is always a girl near him, fighting nearby, his fighting girlfriend. She is also very fast and fights on a par with men. She often insures him, literally throws herself with her chest, like a mad woman, shields him, a bold black savage. I'm sure this is his woman, as soon as we stopped attacking or were forced to retreat, he immediately hugged her.”

      “How does she look?!”

      “I can't say for sure, she was covered, there was a scarf on her face, I saw only her eyes, and at one of the moments we clashed with her, her eyes… it's impossible to forget them! Bright, beautiful, bestial, like cat’s eyes. She literally burn you out when looking at you. She is thin, graceful, but at the same time she perfectly works by a sword, controls it like a feather. She is very strong and hardy. As long as he was on the wall, so was she. And as soon as he gave them a break, she clung to him. Even in battle, they often, repelling the attack, immediately approached each other, he pressed her to him, and she was literally ready to climb on him right there.”

      “Beautiful cat eyes?!”

      “Yes. My warriors called her that – Sigmer’s wild cat.”

      “This is she, it can only be she.”

      “Do you guess who I'm talking about?”

      “This is Karina!”

      “Yes! You're right! I remembered! He shouted to her several times: “Karin”.”

      “He's with her again! He found her and returned!”

      “Frankly, I understand him. I myself, having met her gaze only once, will now never forget her. I will recognize her from a thousand, despite the fact that I have not seen her face.”

      “He returned her to himself,” whispered the red one named Igmer, “this black savage who killed him. He returned her, managed to survive among the blacks and rise. He gathered an army,” tears appeared in his eyes.

      “Sir, did you come this way to find out the details?”

      “Yes. I've heard rumors that Sigmer is back. But I couldn't believe it. Now I believe that it really is him.”

      “And you left the Upper World for this?”

      “Yes.”

      “Tell me, how is lady Ethel?”

      “All is well. She is a good mother and devotes a lot of time to her son.”

      “Oh, sir Igmer, your grandson is probably already very big?”

      “Yes,” Igmer smiled.

      “You replaced his father.”

      “It was not difficult, he is a reasonable and calm boy.”

      “Sigmer doesn’t execute prisoners, he needs warriors. My man remained in his army. Soon there will be the first reports left at the appointed place. I will decipher them and pass them on to you.”

      “Does he have many soldiers?”

      “A lot, sir, and they all fight like the last time. I saw Zagpeace Gezaria. I saw Scavenger. They defended Crimson Rock with teeth and claws. They have gunpowder and have learned how to use it. More soldiers from the Black City came to their aid. We were defeated, and many reds again stood under the banner of Sigmer, they remember him and want to fight in his army. Their next target is the Ore town, there is no doubt about it.”

      “It’s too risky.”

      “And what does the mayor intend to do?”

      “Kudmer clearly underestimates the threat. He believes that the fortress walls of Ore town are indestructible, and even a few thousand blacks cannot take them.”

      “Has he sent to other cities and the capital for help?”

      “No. And I think this is his big mistake. He is too presumptuous. He poorly imagines the strength of the black army.”

      “But this is what you want? Isn't it, sir?”

      Igmer was silent, thinking, finally he looked up:

      “You are free,” he said. “Rest, you are wounded. I'll call you later, I need to think.”

      “Thank you sir, I also think that Kudmer underestimates the enemy. They need to take the most radical measures to protect Ore town, this is a real threat.”

      “Yes,” said Igmer.

      And when the warrior left, he, left alone, squeezed his temples with his hands:

      “You have managed to do it,” he whispered, “you're back. You have done it! You have done it! But how?!”