On this night, sleep was just reckless. It was always disturbing here, the Muslim warlock among the unfaithful dogs cannot feel calm, but the upcoming night was special. The murder of Coligny, these views of the papists accompanying anyone who does not belong to them, a vicious whisper behind his back ...

I stood at the window when the alarm rang and screams were heard. Squeezing and unclasping the hilt of my saber, I peered into the coming twilight. Someone ran in white, ran behind him shouting again, there was a squeal and a drunk cackle followed him. On the street, suddenly a lot of people appeared - the slaughter began.

Turning sharply to my two murids, I said

- Abdullah and Said, our life is in the hands of Allah, but we will give life dearly for the glory of him, are you ready?

“The lord is ready, the pistols are loaded, our sabers are just waiting for the blood of these papist dogs.

- Well, the owner of the hotel papist, let's start with him and we will keep the defense at the door. Come down, my friends.

Stepping silently, holding sabers and pistols at the ready, we went down to the inn.

The innkeeper was completely drunk

- And Emir, join us, today we drink the blood of the Huguenots. -

In the hands of this pig was a rusty sword and on it was blood. Looking closer, I saw that he was standing in blood - standing over the corpse of his neighbor, who had spread his legs wide, with a wide wound on his back.

I knew a dead man, he was not yet an old man, but already a rigorist, an expert on the Bible and Aristotle, we often argued with him and I was at his house.

He had two adopted daughters, or rather the daughter of his deceased brother, they always participated in our conversations, the eldest - Helene, had a sharp independent mind, she was twenty-five, she was a great connoisseur of Jewish texts, fifteen-year-old Jeanne listened eagerly, putting in sometimes relevant remarks.

He could be called a worthy person, if it can be said at all about an unfaithful dog, but in my opinion, he was too strict with his wards: poor dresses, prayers, endless posts. To put it bluntly, he was unnecessarily cruel and stingy. But he was already ...

- He thought that an honest ligist would help him, ha! He brought his hungry whores, so we will have some fun-

the innkeeper looked at the corner. There, motionless as the statues on Notre Dame, stood the girls.

- Right now, the neighbors, the butcher and the shoemaker will come; Huguenot whores, try our fucks in all holes, before dying!

He swayed and put his foot on the corpse - Shchass ...

My saber flashed and he wheezed and bleeding fell next to his victim.

- Quiet! - I crushed the beginning noise in women and ran to the door on my toes - they were approaching there.

Cannon blow the door opened

- Hde sluts! - into the room, whirling like a yule, hog-butcher jumped in with already lowered pants. Immediately behind him, in a dirty cap and with a halberd, headfirst, a completely drunk shoemaker burst in.

The three of us, with Abdullah and Said, only waved our sabers a couple of times, and it was all over. The delicious smell of fresh blood and became quiet, only in the corner vomited the younger of the girls. Outside, the shouts moved further.

I ordered

- Stand guard, if you shoot a lot of them, I'll come down. But lonely hack without sound, run and hack.

Coming up to the women I said

- Follow me upstairs quickly!

Squinting at the corpses, they began to climb the stairs.

I closed the curtains in the room, lit some candles and turned to the girls, holding hands tight.

- Do you have any relatives or friends you can trust?

- No, we have no one - answered Helen,

“Then I have two ways for you, the first is that I quickly and painlessly kill you, the second is that I take both of you as my wife and you go with me to Africa and on to Arabia and ... Shambhala.” Solve, only quickly.

- How to marry? Who are you to decide for us? Why don't you just leave us alone?

“I will not leave decent and educated women to be torn apart by a mob of cattle, and better I will kill you.” If I am responsible for you, then you must obey me without question. And this is possible only when I will be the master over your bodies and souls. Any my word for you should be the law.

- I'm ready to die, but my sister ...

- I do not want, I do not want, I do not want !! - Jeanne clutched at her sister and began to shake her.

- If you want your sister to remain alive, agree and you

I was amused by the "tragedy" of the scene, but more I listened to the street.

“Either or neither.” Make up your mind.

“You are a bastard, but I have to agree,” Helen shook her head.

“So, before Allah and in the face of death, I declare Helen and Jeanne your wives, I pledge to feed, protect and care for you and your children.” I said everything

Helene chuckled vaguely, she had already recovered, and was trying to secure a dominant role for herself. I took a sharp look at her and declared

- Woman, you have already insulted me twice, the first time calling me a bastard, laughing for the second time over my oath to Allah. You have to pay.

- How are you quilting me? Husband? - she smiled tiredly, - or kill again?

“And this is also possible, but first I will tie you and take care of your sister in front of you, as you say in the Franks, I will insult her.”

- No, you're kidding! -

“You have already seen how easy it is for me to kill a person and I am not a Christian, I don’t care about your prejudices

- Helen, he will do it, do not, do not mind him! -

“Why, Muslim, are you torturing us?” - Helen proudly looked into my eyes.

- We have a woman does not dare to be proud next to her husband, and I do not torment you, I teach. I went to her and said

“By Allah, if you don’t take your clothes off right away and don’t surrender to me in this very place, then I will accomplish everything that I have said!” Moreover, you, as my wife, will fulfill all my wishes and whims.

- She looked at me with wide eyes

“I see you do it ... But how?” Here, under my sister. No, It is Immpossible!

- What is possible or impossible to decide here is just me. You are my wives, rebellious wives, I punish. I'm waiting, take off your clothes!

- Put out at least the candles ...

- Why will I deprive myself of pleasure? Faster!

With fierce fingers, she began to tear her ties, never ceasing to look me in the eyes.

A blouse, darned underwear, of which she was shy more than the advancing nudity, showed her bright hands in a dim room, underskirt ..

- No I can not...

- Think, on one side of the scale lies your inability to remove the skirt in front of a man, and on the other, the torment of your sister.

- Do not teach me! -

She resolutely threw off her skirt and grabbed the bodice with the wrong hands. Gathering courage, she tore it off and bared large breasts. Trying to somehow cover them, she turned to me sideways and began to shoot the latter.

- That's all -

through her quivering lips, she said softly. She stood a half-sided towards me, already stripped, clutching her legs with all her might, half covering, half supporting her full milk-white breasts. Her eyes, still proud and full of hatred towards me, were already a little bit filled with tears, her neck and upper chest were turning red.

I went up to her and with rough coarseness took my hand to her bottom, looking straight into her eyes, began to knead and crawl my fingers into the crotch ....