After a break, the Warden is back in the ranks.

Smooth stone floor Diamond halls creep under wrought-iron shoes. The leather belts of armor creaked lightly. In the spacious underground chamber, a measured, weighty step - as befits his position - was the champion of today's Trials, the warlord Orzammar, the younger Prince Edukan.

The halls were more than crowded - on the occasion of the holiday, and young and old poured into the streets. For Edukan, this did not create problems - even assuming that someone does not recognize the prince of blood in him. A hard mouth framed by a long hanging mustache and a neatly trimmed beard and a heavy look from under thick black eyebrows dispersed idle people from the road, providing a wide corridor in the crowd no worse than a dozen heralds. Even the most impudent of those who neither by origin nor by character were obliged to give way to the noble road ahead of time, preferred to get out of the way - it was clear that Edukan would not hesitate to use a heavy battle ax hanging at his belt, if he thought that someone disrespected a member of the crowned surname; Yes, and about his friend Gorim, who walked behind the gentleman’s right shoulder, it was not for nothing that the glory of an excellent fighter was.

So before the prince parted as before a mad bronto. Long accustomed to universal respect, Edukan took him for granted, and did not think that anyone from the mob would really dare to disturb him with a careless word or look. Although ... it would have been useful - on the tests, he warmed up, and now he would not mind cutting another's head. The more he was surprised when, among the market hubbub, he heard a pleasant female voice.

- Or maybe this one?

Edukan turned around.

- This one? Yeah ... beautiful. But I like the other one more.

- Redhead? Yes, quite nothing ... But the first is still ...

He finally saw those who were so free to discuss their appearance with Gorym. However, it would be difficult to make a mistake - two pretty girls against the wall in some ten steps stood on tiptoes and drilled friends with their eyes.

The desire to wave with an ax temporarily receded into the background. The girls looked very appetizing - especially the one that stood on the left, in a blue-green dress. After a fraction of a second, Edukan headed toward them. Left shoved at the right and took a good view, a friend hurried to follow her example. The young prince stopped in front of the girls and silently (he was not in the habit of starting the conversation first) looked at both of them. They looked like each other - the same gray eyes, blond hair; maybe even sisters, not friends. But the one on the right was obviously younger — in her figure, even if feminine, she was still looking through teenage bonyness and angularity; the beautiful makings of the girl had to take shape completely in a year or two. The one that stood on the left was already quite mature young woman - and an attractive woman! The dark green silk of the dress on his chest was sticking out forward, outlining unambiguous forms - and the matter was clearly not only in the impressive volume of the lungs inherent in all dwarves. Pleasant facial features, moderately plump lips and broad hips complemented the picture.

“What representative gentlemen have honored us with their attention,” the younger one began with a bow. - Surely such handsome men can only be from a noble house ...

- Of course they are from a noble house! - cut her first. - This is the hero of the day, the winner of the Trials, Prince Edukan! - with these words, she, too, bowed in an elegant bow. The warlord Orzammar nodded casually.

- And your companion, my lord? - asked the youngest. “Is he also from the high-born house of Edukan?”

“Sir Burn,” said the bodyguard. “But not of the noble ladies.” Caste warriors.

- Warriors? - embarrassed the girl, biting her lip. “It’s a pity ... so cute ... Not like your Highness, however,” she immediately switched to the prince.

- Why did you give my origin? - finally opened lips Edukan.

“These are noble hunters, lord,” said Gorim quietly. - Use your art in bed to get pregnant from a noble one. The son will inherit the father’s caste, and they will be able to live in a noble home, raising a child.

Edukan heard about this. In general, he was little interested in the affairs of the mob - he so rarely visited the quarters where the lower castes lived - but since he piled all the palace maids in the bed, he has become bored in the palace. This cute chick could be exactly what he needs.

“Yes, your highness,” the elder smiled slyly, “we are precisely those who are called noble hunters.” I am Mardi, and this is Taly. Your friend said everything correctly, especially as regards art in bed. I am capable of much, and you will not be disappointed, I promise ...

“Hey! ...” the protesting exclaimed Tali. - I spoke to him first!

“Tali, honey,” Mardi cooed, “the prince needs a woman, not a girl.” Do not worry, you will surely find someone. So what, your highness? Will you do me the honor?

Edukan looked at Mardi again, appreciatively. In the name of the Perfect, such a body is not simply abandoned!

“You will come to me,” he nodded.

“Then I will wait in your chambers after the ceremony,” Mardi bowed again. Straightening, she saw only her back in the mail, moving away in the same measured step.

"Quite a lot can happen in a few hours," Prince Edukan thought darkly. Here at least today. He managed to win on trials, spent a couple of tedious hours at the ceremony, took communion with court intrigues ... and found out that the older brother was going to kill him. No, he never built illusions about the precious brother, but there was still hope that he would somehow have had enough of a blow from the lack of air during the next angry tirade. And now I have to get down to business myself. This is in addition to being in battle tomorrow. There was no sadness.

Entering his own chambers, the warlord Orzammar grunted in irritation, pulled the gauntlet from his hand and threw it at the corner of the room. With a plaintive jingle, the crystal bowl on the table shattered into shards. There was a startled cry.

Edukan looked up. Well, of course. That same girl he picked up today in the Azmaz halls. However, someone who picked up, if you remember the type of her occupation?

Mardi was reclining on the bed, leaning on the headboard. Her entire wardrobe was a semitransparent nightdress to mid-thigh. The noble hunter put her elbows on the headboard, so that with such a pose her impressive breasts stood out unambiguously. However, even what was visible through the neckline was enough to excite the imagination.

Quickly overcoming the fright caused by the impetuous and inhospitable appearance of the prince, Mardi smiled:

- My lord decided to honor me with attention?

“There is reason to believe so,” said Edukan. The bad mood caused by the latest news has not yet eroded, but, probably, a good deal of poking around is exactly what is needed now.

The helmet went after the glove. The bib with the ringing flew to the floor. Forged boots kicked off the road. The youngest son of King Andrin never distinguished by severity in household use, and now he was not at all before that. Pulling off his thick linen shirt over his head, he bared the molded torso and powerful arms entwined with the ropes of the muscles. With a jerk, the prince dismissed a wide sash, and his trousers heaped on the floor. Mardi's eyes widened slightly when she saw the size of what was steadily poured by force.As always with the gnomes, the lack of length here was compensated for by thickness, but the Educan tool was distinguished by an outstanding amount of measurements, even for the mighty Podgorny people.

Slowly, the prince approached the bed. Mardi gave in to meet him; at the same time, as if without her participation, a shoulder strap slipped from her shoulder. “And where are they only taught this?” The warlord thought lazily. Lightning movement ...