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The Mist and the Lightning. Part 17

“Vitor, I don't want to.”

“But you need drugs, Nik, and preferably of the Upper.”

“Can you go to him without me?”

“What nonsense?”

“Well, okay, let me go with you and wait for you behind the door.”

“Nik, don't talk nonsense! What a slavish habit of always waiting behind the door? You will just come with me to the doctor’s office, and let him help you.”

“He’s red, I'm not sure he wants to help me.”

“First of all, he heals people, he took an oath and is obliged to help!”

“But not people like me.”

“I love that you keep away from people and don’t trust them, but you don’t have to be completely wild, Nik. Let’s go, why are you against it? Everything is alright. I’m with you, my dear.”

Nik, head down dejectedly, trailed behind the confidently walking Kors, he turned to him:

“Why do you remember now how I took you to dinner with the blacks? These are completely different cases. Don’t compare the noble blacks and the common red healer.”

“He's not common, he is Kudmer’s personal doctor.”.

“And it is very good! It means that he has good expensive drugs. Reds take tattoos and scars calmly, have you seen their teeth? What are you afraid of?”

“Yes, but the red ones treat black water very badly, he will refuse to treat me.”

“What do you mean refuse? Let him try! Then I'll make him do it.”

“Vitor, no… black water is taboo for the reds…”

“We won’t tell him.”

“If he is a doctor, he will understand, and he cannot help, this is taboo…”

But Vitor Kors didn’t listen to him and entered the doctor’s office without knocking. An elderly man in a white robe and a white cap raised his head in surprise and quickly got up from the table, he quickly reached out to the stack of sheets, taking his glasses from it and putting them on.

“A joyful evening,” said Kors loudly in red and himself laughed at what he said.

“Vitor, why are you doing that,” Nikto told him inwardly, but Kors continued to smile insolently, pretending not to hear him. The doctor looked at them, two black warriors in leather clothes, hung with weapons, in some shock.

“I… I… support the policies of the new Head of the town Sigmer and the idea of independence for the red underground people,” he said quickly.

“Underground?” Snorted Kors. “What kind of stupid definition do you give to our world? Why underground? Do you think we all live underground here?”

“This is what the reds from the Upper World think, sir,” justified the doctor, “for them our world is a huge cave in which we live, yes.”

“Okay, let’s skip their silly fabrications and geographic cretinism, we have come on business and for help,” Kors said sharply, and, slightly leaning towards the doctor, carefully looked at the rectangular badge attached to his medical gown at chest level.

“Doctor Cartmer,” he grinned.

“For help?”

“My name is Vitor Kors, and this is my son, and I want you to give us medicine for him.”

“He is ill?”

“Yes.”

“What is with him?”

“He has…” Kors was a little delayed with the answer, remembering the name on the red, “hepatitis. And we need the drugs of the Upper. The best.”

“Hmm, and what kind of hepatitis does he have, what form?”

“What do you mean, the form?”

“Hepatitis is different.”

“Really?”

“You don’t know what kind of hepatitis he has and ask for medicine, not really knowing anything about his illness?”

“Listen, Cartmer, it's your job to know about diseases, I'm not a doctor.”

And the doctor smiled condescendingly:

“I have noticed. Well, we need to find out first what happened to him. Establish a diagnosis and then seek medication. It’s strange that you don’t know his diagnosis. Maybe he doesn't have hepatitis at all, but something else? You would first figure it out…”

Kors suddenly abruptly drew his sword from its scabbard, forcing Nikto and the doctor to recoil from him in different directions, but he simply thrust the hilt into the doctor’s hands:

“Hold and make me an eight, show me a banal eight, well? Why don't you do it?”

The doctor turned pale:

“But… but. I'm not a warrior!”

“I'm not a doctor, damn it!” Shouted Kors. “And I don't have to know all the forms of your fucking hepatitis! You are too proud of your knowledge and medical subtleties here! You look at us with superiority! You see, he knows all forms of hepatitis, but we don’t! Let me now make you fight my son and see how you know all the intricacies of swordsmanship! What, you don’t know anything? So why the hell am I supposed to know your job?”

Cartmer was dumbfounded, and he carefully held out his sword to Kors.

“Take it, please. I am sorry if I was wrong.”

Kors made an arrogant and displeased face and took the sword from the doctor:

“That's it.”

He looked around the room. In Cartmer’s large and bright cabinet, in tall glass cases, there were many hermetically sealed containers, in which all kinds of human organs, embryos and babies with anomalies and other wonders were kept.

Kors looked sideways at the can from which, it seemed, a human eyeball was also staring at him:

“What the shit?”

“This is a unique collection of human organs, healthy and damaged by diseases. I have been collecting it for many years,” the doctor answered, not without pride.

Kors looked skeptically at the life-size skeleton in the corner.

“Oh well…”

His attention was drawn to medical devices located near a tall window, half-sealed with thin white paper.

“Is it a weighing machine?”

“Yes.”

Kors nodded at Nik.

“Weigh him.”

“Weigh?”

“Vitor…”

“Shut up, Nik! I want to know how much he weighs. I think he is underweight, I want to know how much to take action. It is strange that this is not obvious to you and is surprising. I have already begun to doubt your professionalism.”

“Well, well. But then he needs to take off his clothes.”

“No, this is impossible. He won’t undress in front of you.”

“Not in front of me, I don’t need it, but in order for the scales to show the correct body weight.”

“Go weigh him! I will subtract the weight of the clothes, I understand this.”

The doctor just shook his head.

“Then let him at least unfasten his weapon.”

“Okay. Nik, take off your belt and unfasten your swords.”

Nikto obediently took off his weapons and stood on the scales. The doctor aligned the weights on the bar in front of him.

“Well, what is there?” Kors asked impatiently.

Cartmer gave him a number:

“Normal weight. For his height, this is a perfectly acceptable body weight.”

“But he’s thin!”

“He is thin, but not below the norm for his height.”

“You just don't understand anything!”

“Well, maybe a little below the norm, but not critical,” the doctor shrugged his shoulders. “Moreover, he is still young, and he is a warrior. You came from Crimson Rock, right?”

“Yes.”

“Where, as far as I know, you spent a long time in a tough siege. Hiking, battles. Such a life is not conducive to gaining body weight.”

“Are you deliberately misinforming me?”

“No.”

“He's got exhaustion!”

“I would not say that.”

“Everything is clear, you don’t understand anything.”

The doctor just shook his head, but didn't mind. He returned to the table and wrote down Nikto’s weight and height on a piece of paper. Nik, too, silently began to re-fasten his weapons.

Kors took off his boots, because they had a small heel, and stood up to the vertical ruler, put a bar on his head. Then he walked away, examining the figure. Seeing that he was literally a centimeter short of up to one hundred and ninety, he frowned in displeasure and annoyance:

“Heck!” He hit the bar. “It’s a wrong device!”

“Do you speak red?” Cartmer asked Nikto.

“Yes,” he nodded.

The doctor was looking at him very closely, and Nik grabbed the gloved hand onto his belt at his waist.

“Do you take stimulants like most black warriors?"”

“Yes.”

“Narcotic substances?”

“Y… Yes…”

“If you want me to treat you and find really effective and correct medicines, you must allow me to take a blood test from your vein.”

Nik recoiled involuntarily and took a step back towards the door.

“You are afraid?”

“No.”

“Don't you understand why this is needed?”

“I don't know, I think I understand.”

“Having studied the composition of your blood, I will understand what drugs you need.”

“I take prohibited d… drugs,” said Nikto.

And now Cartmer staggered back, but he quickly pulled himself together.

“Then the analysis is all the more necessary!”

Kors was looking at the alcoholized freaks with curiosity, carried away when he turned around and saw that Nik was sitting at the doctor’s table. The sleeve of his jacket was pulled up, the bracelet was unlaced, and the doctor bent over his hand, syringe in hand.

“Hey!” He shouted like a madman. “What are you doing?! You motherfucker! Nik!”

Nikto and Cartmer shied away from each other.

“I need to take his blood for analysis,” the doctor justified a little frightened, obviously not expecting such a reaction from Kors.

“Did you ask me for permission? Was I asked?”

“But… your son seems… quite capable of taking responsibility for himself.”

“I forbid touching him and taking his blood! This is unacceptable and out of the question! Have you even gone crazy deciding to do this manipulation with him?!”

“Manipulation? I just wanted to take a sample of his blood to find a treatment.”

“And from you, Nik, I can’t turn away even for a minute!” Kors shouted angrily at him in black. “They are touching you again!”

“Did I take his cock in mouth?” Nik snapped.

“Well… Nik,” Kors stretched his hands forward, towards him, slightly spreading his fingers, “be quiet… just be silent.”

“But how am I going to get him medicine?” The doctor intervened. “You yourself came to me for help!”

“Just give me the best medicines of the Upper!”

“But this is absurd!”

“What? Are you evading a direct order?”

“If you really want to help your son, understand the gravity of the situation. This is an extraordinary case! He will die! Then don’t bring him to me dying in your arms!”

“Give me the best medicines of the Upper!”

“Why do you interfere if you don’t understand anything in medicine?”

“Are you implying that I am an ignorant black and don’t understand anything?”

“Well, what is the best medicine to give you? If you don't know yourself? The best from what? From hepatitis? If you don't know what form he has? Give you the best sedatives? Or from indigestion?”

Kors froze for a second, trying to grasp the meaning, because the doctor spoke quickly in red, and Kors didn’t know languages perfectly and didn’t know the red language to such an extent that he could easily navigate in medical terms. He saw that Cartmer had fallen silent and was looking at him with a condescending grin.

“Are you kidding?” Said Kors, and in his voice skipped the steel notes that Nik knew very well, he tensed. But not the doctor, because he was not used to being afraid, and he didn’t catch the initial stage of aggression, since he had not encountered anything like this in his life.

“Although, against indigestion there are also different “best medicines”, depending on what you have, diarrhea or constipation…”

And Kors hit him.

“Vitor!” Nik shouted.

Kors turned to him.

“Get out!” He pushed Nik to the exit from the cabinet. “You really better wait outside the door now!”

And Kors pushed Nik out.

And then he turned to stunned Cartmer and reached out to his belt, on which an iron bar hung.

From the doctor's cabinet there was a deafening rumble and the sound of breaking glass, Nik closed his eyes as if he were in pain, and covered his ears with his palms.

Very pleased Kors, slightly flushed and with a blush on his cheeks, left Cartmer’s office and shoved several flat cardboard boxes to Nik, who was waiting for him:

“Here! Here you go!”

“What is it?”

“Medicines of the Upper from his safe. He wanted to hide them from us! You were right, he doesn't give us anything.”

“I… I'm not sure…”

“I started to play for time here. I just had to demand right away, I myself, with my intelligence and tact, adjusted it here. I am always too loyal to people! And these nonentities understand only power!”

“Vitor…”

“Shut up! You should be punished for your stupid behavior,” and Vitor Kors tightly squeezed his hair on the back of his head, forcing him to throw his face up, raised his hand over him, clenched into a fist. Nikto closed his eyes, but didn’t make a single attempt to somehow evade and free himself from Kors, to make him stop pulling his hair, to dodge his raised fist. Expecting a blow, he got a little tense.

Kors smiled with satisfaction and dropped his hand, which was raised above Nik’s face:

“But I love you too much and make allowances for your unreasonableness, although this is wrong,” he bent over him, still holding on to his hair:

“Next time, if you are foolish, I will punish you.”

“But…”

“Be silent! And don’t contradict me! Yes, we just had to come and destroy everything for this Cartmer. And pick up the drugs without all this talk and lyrics.”

“Lyrics?”

“And I spoke to him so politely. Well, now he understands who he is dealing with, and that we are not ignorant savages who are easily deceived! I can't be fooled!”

Kors impetuously embraced Nikto:

“I won't give you offense! Don't worry, my dear, what's that face? I've already forgiven you. Everything is good! It's already over, take it easy. We have the medicines,” he smiled triumphantly. “He would never have given them to us, he would have fooled us, hiding behind pseudoscience. And now we have them!”

And Nikto smiled at him forcibly.

“Yes, I have taught him a lesson. He will remember it forever that he shouldn't behave like that with blacks. I know those clever people who, using their position, try to mislead others. This number will not work with me! Now we will return to our place, I will give you an injection, and you will feel better.”

“I'm fine now.”

“And you will feel even better!”

“What if these drugs are really against constipation?”

Kors looked at him and laughed.

“Nik, my love, are you kidding me? A sense of humor is not your greatest strength. Everything will be fine, trust me,” he gently hugged Nik, stroking his head and kissed the cheek that was not covered by hair with his renewed letter on it. He kissed his letter, as he did constantly.

“What do you want for dinner? I will order to cook for you.”

“I don’t know.”

“These sea creatures from the Upper World, although they look disgusting, taste very good.”

“Who smell like a dirty slut?”

“What?! A-ha-ha, Nik, I have no idea what an unwashed slut smells like.”

“Well… like a fish…”

“Well, now, it seems, I will not be able to touch this dish.”

“Sorry.”

“Okay, the black and green grape-like berries are quite tasty.”

“Which are salty?”

“Yes.”

“Oh no.”

“Why? Are they like a dirty whore too?”

“Well, they are wet and salty… but I'm not because of this…”

“Nik! Now I can't eat them either,” Kors laughed, “is there something that does not taste and smell like a whore?”

And Nik laughed too.

“We’ll be right back, and I’ll give the order for the slave to start setting the table. And to properly heat that marble room with hot steam.”

And Kors cheerfully walked through the arches and enfilades, pacing the palace as if it belonged to him, and Nik, limping slightly, silently followed him.

Arel was lying on the bed, and Kors shook his head.

“Arel, how can you be so lazy? You don't do anything at all, you don't do anything. You are not helping us in any way!”

Arel looked at him with haughty indifference and yawned.

“An absolutely useless creature. Cover your mouth with your hand when you yawn. Senseless creature, what should I order to eat? Maybe you should get an injection too, you must be contagious. What am I talking about? And I probably am contagious too. I, too, already have an infection from you. But why didn't I take my doctor with me!”

“Because he’s not really yours, but the doctor of blacks?” Said Nik carefully.

“Well, our doctor of blacks, he doesn’t pretend to be so clever as this red.”

“Because he stayed with seriously wounded Varah.”

“Yes, I let the guts out of him,” Kors smiled. “For you, my love!”

“You seriously injured him, the infection began.”

“Let him die in a puddle of his own shit, there was no need to leave the doctor with him.”

“Zagpeace thought differently.”

“Why are you talking to me now about Zagpeace? I can’t hear about him, and I’m not cold yet, Nik, I’ll be carried away now.”

Nik thought it best to remain silent.

“Arel, don't start biting your nails! Now take your hand off your face!”

Kors looked with regret at Arel’s beautiful aristocratic hand with long thin fingers, “decorated” with black “rings” of unclean ones.

“How you ruined his hand!”

Nik didn’t answer and quickly touched his nose with his hand. Kors caught his hand, pulling it towards him, removing his glove and kissing.

“Stop doing that. Stop it, my naughty Demon bad student!”

“Who?! This is something new, before I was dirty and shaggy for you.”

“Yes. But thanks to my efforts, you began to wash more often, and I take care of your hair. Now we need to start teaching you.”

“Oh…”

Kors sat Nik next to him on the edge of the bed, and, slightly removing his brush from him, began to examine the black fingers:

“How can you paint black the skin under the nails?”

“Well, these are not really nails…”

“Yes, tell me how you can create this horror with yourself.”

“Maybe I should not?”

“Tell me!”

“Well, nails… human nails are ripped out…”

“Well! Further…”

“Black paint is introduced into the wound, then the unclean claws take root.”

“Did you do this with all your fingers at once or one at a time?”

Nik didn’t answer, Kors kissed his hand:

“Do you like what I give you, my Demon Son, do you like it?” He whispered.

“Yeah…”

“This Cartmer, he was looking at you, he thought: “how beautiful”, did you hear it?”

“No. Vitor, don't make it up.”

“Divine beauty of the Upper”, you heard, you are just cunning now. You heard everything.”

“I have heard this many times, as well as exactly the opposite.”

“Arel, come to me, useless stupid creature, ah-ah, why are you so, Arel, so… ah-ah!”

They undressed, and Nik put Kors on his back, he agreed to accept and all opened to meet him:

“Fuck me the way I fuck you,” he whispered, “do to me as I do to you.”

Nikto pulled it out almost to the end and pushed it back sharply, leaning strongly forward. Kors couldn’t help but wheeze under him.

“So?” Nik asked.

“Yes. Yes. More… don't pity me…”

Nik made a few more of the same hard thrusts all the way and hit Kors in the ribs, he twitched under him:

“Ah, damn…”

Nikto again began to fuck him, and at some point, when Kors had already relaxed a little and did not expect this at all, he suddenly quite tangibly knocked him in the balls and standing cock.

“Oh!”

Kors tried to break free, and Nikto slapped him in the face, on the cheek, slapping him tangibly in the face.

“Not! Nik! I don’t do that! Stop doing that!” Shouted Kors.

And Nikto in his thoughts said: “dirty little rubbish, you must be properly punished!”

“What?” And Kors laughed. He lay under his Nik, shuddering with laughter, shading his eyes with his bent elbow, then slightly removed it, looking at Nik from under his arm, and Nik, unable to resist, began to laugh too.

He stopped, without removing the cock from Kors, but not continuing:

“Vitor, stop laughing, I can't stand that!”

“Do I really think so when I'm fucking you?”

“Yes.”

They laughed again.

“Well, no, I just can't come,” said Nik, “you make me laugh.”

“It's strange that you don’t laugh under me when you hear that,” Kors smiled.

“Arel, shut him up at last,” said Nik, and Arel, who had been lying next to him all this time and watching what they were doing, immediately leaned on Kors, sitting down on his face.

“Arel… no, no… um…”

They continued, no longer being distracted, and Nik and Arel, without much imagination, bluntly pounded Kors from different sides, periodically switching places. Kors gave himself up to his young lovers and allowed everything and did for them what they wanted, forgetting about dinner and about a room with marble benches and warm steam. Forgetting everything.

23

Friendly holiday

Karina didn’t understand how to dress and what to wear. The slaves brought a mountain of clothes: underwear, a bunch of fluffy petticoats, corsets, dresses and embroidered capes. But she didn’t want to wear a cape at the ball, especially since this holiday was more for her own people. But at the same time, Karina understood that reds supporting the policy of Lis would still be present there, his father, Igmer, would be there, and she didn’t want to somehow compromise her husband, disgrace him with her inappropriate appearance. And the traditions of the reds towards women were too strict, and Karina was depressed. How should she dress so as not to embarrass herself? The cape, of course, was the simplest and most correct solution, but Karina couldn’t stand it, although now she clearly understood that in this city she would have to wear it, if only just so that they would not stare at her like a black sheep. She turned to the three slaves. Faceless, immovable sacks, they stood at the entrance, waiting for the order of the mistress.

“Can any of you speak?” Asked Karina. “Or have all your tongues cut off?”

“I can, lady,” said one of the slaves.

“And they?”

“They can’t. I am in charge here, they obey me.”

“Good. What is your name?”

“Uh-uh … a slave, lady.”

“Just a slave? Don't you have a name?”

“No.”

“But this is very inconvenient. Let's call you something. What name do you like?”

“Do you want me to choose a name for myself, lady?”

“Yes.”

The girl froze for a second:

“I don’t know…”

“Maybe let's call you Diamond?” Said Karina. “After all, you are from the Ore town, where diamonds are mined.”

The slave hesitated:

“And then maybe better Gold, if possible, lady?”

Karina laughed:

“Of course! So, you will be my slave, and your name will be Gold.”

“Thank you, lady.”

“You know the customers of the reds better, tell me what to wear for the holiday so as to look dignified. My husband’s father will be there, he is very strict.”

The slave immediately handed Karina a very beautiful cape embroidered with silk and precious stones.

“Oh, no, not that! Is it possible to wear something other than a cape?”

“Then the mask, lady.”

“Excellent,” Karina muttered, “one is not better than the other. Okay, what mask?”

“I'll bring it in now, lady.”

The girls quickly ran out and very soon returned with a whole box of all kinds of masks. Karina chose one of them, the mask was completely made of gold, but light and delicate, like thin lace, and it covered only the upper part of her face, leaving her lips and chin open.

“This?”

The slave nodded.

“Yes, lady.”

“Is it decent?”

“If your husband doesn’t mind, then it is possible to wear it for a festive evening. But not on the street.”

Karina looked at the slave:

“Take off the cape.”

She seemed taken aback:

“But I can't do that.

“I order, take it off. If the lady ordered it, then you can.”

The girl lifted the top of her cape over to reveal her face. She turned out to be red-haired and freckled and painfully reminded Karina of her former Lis. How cute he was! Nikto ennobled his appearance, but at the same time deprived Lis of his personality. But his bright fiery hair suited him so well! But Karina understood that if it was possible to return everything, Lis would never agree to this.

“Oh, you really are golden!”

The slave looked at Karina, and her face was cheerful, her amber eyes sparkled with fervor, it seemed that she didn’t suffer from her inferior position. Although Karina could imagine with horror what it would be like to be in her place. Being a slave to the Reds is even worse than being a slave to the unclean.

“Send these girls away, stay with me only you. And get me a bath.”

“Okay, lady.”

“And get me a bath.”

Karina undressed, and Gold involuntarily stared at her decorated body with round eyes. Due to the fact that the slave woman spent her whole life closed from head to toe, she didn’t know how to control her expression at all, and all emotions were reflected on her face, like she was a child.

“Why are you looking as if you feel sorry for me?” Karina smiled.

“You are so thin, lady, well, that’s nothing terrible, rest, gain weight. And then I'll bring the pads, we'll insert them in the front and back.”

“I can do without all this heap of rags and an artificial ass. No, I don’t need it!”

“And the breast?”

Karina looked at her chest:

“Yes, you can get a little in the breast,” she agreed.

And the slave looked at her with undisguised pity and sympathy.

Karina washed and put on her underwear, the slave tightened her corset so tightly that Karina could hardly breathe. At the same time, when she convulsively inhaled air, the corset creaked.

“No! No! I'll suffocate, tighten it looser!”

“But then your waist will be completely gone, lady.”

“Send it to hell!”

“Then let's make the skirt more magnificent?”

Gold smiled, as if laughing at her new and so wrong mistress.

“Why are you laughing? Drink some wine!”

The slave took the glass extended to her with two hands and obediently drank it to the bottom, her cheeks immediately turned red. She handed Karina a few crisp petticoats.

“Eh, I have already put on a bunch of them!”

“Then let's put on hoops under the skirt.”

“Are you kidding? I won't get through the door through them!”

“Hee-hee…”

Karina looked in the mirror, she quite liked herself this way. The dark red dress made of precious brocade was beautiful and perfectly emphasized, as Karina believed, her ideal figure.

The maid watched her with interest and chuckled softly.

“Why are you giggling?”

“Sorry, lady.”

“Have you ever seen black women?”

“I have seen them. But only slaves.”

“I was a slave too,” said Karina, “but then my master fell in love with me, set me free and married me.”

Gold widened her eyes:

“Is it possible?” Her surprise was so strong that she even forgot to add “lady.”

Karina brought her wrist to a brightly burning candle, a thin monogram lit up on it with fiery paths.

“See? I was marked with fire. Long ago.”

Gold was dumbfounded and silent, and now Karina laughed. Finally, the red girl came to her senses, and, apparently, the wine she had drunk also played a role, because she suddenly said:

“I also love my master.”

“Whom?” Karina was surprised. “Are you talking about Kudmer?”

The maid nodded.

“Yes. About sir Kudmer.”

“But he's fat… fat and ugly! A-ha-ha!”

Gold was embarrassed and blushed even more:

“He was kind. Tell me, was he killed?”

“No,” Karina answered, “as far as I know, he was sent to prison.”

The slave sighed with relief and handed Karina the tightly packed bags:

“Here, madam, this is for the breast.”

“I inserted it already!”

“Sorry, lady, but it seems that this is not enough.”

“And if they fall out? No. I want to relax and have fun, not watch my boobs.”

“Hee-hee…”

The slave beautifully styled Karina’s hair, making a high hairstyle. Karina put on an openwork mask on her face:

“Hmm…”

The slave smiled:

“Yes, very beautiful, lady.”

She covered Karina’s head with a lush, dark pink translucent fabric that went down almost to the floor in the back, and in the front to the middle of the chest, and put on a high precious tiara on top.

Karina froze:

“Also a rag!”

“It's a veil, lady.”

“What for?!”

“But you must be covered, lady.”

“I have put on a mask!”

“The mask is not closed enough, and the veil is always required. It’s translucent. It suits you very much, lady.”

Karina lifted the veil from her face up, but then it covered a beautiful high tiara.

“Damn,” thought Karina, “okay, I'll look around there and then take off this veil to hell.”

“When I become queen,” she said so self-confidently, as if this issue had already been decided for a long time, “I will abolish these idiotic laws that humiliate women. I will cancel all these rules. No one will wear a cape, a mask, or a veil, neither free women nor slaves. Yes!”

Gold looked at her in amazement, but tactfully remained silent.

“And they will stop cutting and stitching women, in general, somehow changing them, cutting off their tongues, mutilating them. Whoever dares to do this will be immediately sentenced to death, but first, on the square in front of everyone, he will also be cut off, let him suffer! Why are you looking like that? Don't you believe that I will do it? My husband also thinks he respects women! And he will bring another order!”

Lis went to them to find out if Karina was ready. Seeing him, the slave immediately hastily covered her face with a cape, and she and Karina knelt down and bowed their heads in front of the man.

Lis gently raised Karina, hugging:

“You're in a dress! What a beauty you are!”

“Do you like? Can I go to the ball like that?”

“Yes. You are the most beautiful girl in this world!” Lis said, lifting her veil, and gently kissing, “my wife is the most beautiful!”

Tables were laid in the throne room of the Rainbow Palace. Many blacks and unclean ones have never seen such dishes, fruits and sweets.

In a luxurious dress, a golden lace mask, covered with a translucent veil and all hung with jewels, Karina sat next to Lis-Sigmer at the head of the table and reveled in happiness. She was happy. She was having fun. She already felt like a queen and imposingly held in her hand a crystal glass filled with champagne. Lis’ father was sitting next to him, on his right hand. Igmer didn’t say anything to Karina, didn’t utter a word, but she didn’t notice any displeasure on his face when he saw her. He remained impassive, so she was dressed correctly and quite decently. Karina smiled condescendingly to those guests who approached them, congratulated them on their victory and wished all kinds of benefits. She nodded arrogantly in response and modestly kept silent. She didn’t even go up to Lila, who was sitting at the table a little further, next to Tol. Lila also covered her face with a beautiful mask of gold chains and coins hanging down with a fringe, leaving only her eyes open. Lila was born in the east and had a better understanding of the local rules for women.

Almost all black mercenaries were here and many of the soldiers of Tol, Marmer and other red ones. There were Shrad, Seamus and Anya, and now she, unlike Karina and Lila, didn’t cover her face in any way and remained dressed like a warrior, in her leather pants and a jacket, and she still cut her hair down to her shoulders.