- Yeah, Ku-ull! Yeah, before-ro-goy! - said in a singing voice, Claro, - But now she is my co-responsibility. The count gave me a girl for a diligent servant. So dip Alive, until I got angry.

Although Claro’s body was izkourikano by nature itself, Kull knew that there would be enough strength in this freak for five. And his threats were not idle chatter. This monster will keep his promise if he takes at least a step towards Libya.

- What do you want, scum? - gritting his teeth in anger, asked Kull.

- What do I want y? - Claro scratched his fleshy nose, - Good question. But I will answer you. I want your death. Then, perhaps, this slave will remain alive. But I'll hurt her a little bit. I will chop off my legs, cut my breasts, break my arms, knock out teeth.

“Bastard,” the Negro forcefully launched at the sadist with a scimitar.

The freak, not expecting such a lunge, bounced to the side and dropped the red-hot rod from his hands, thus freeing the passage. Kull as the cat darted to the frame. Claro blinked convulsively with his little piggy eyes and in the next second rushed at the giant.

Long, like a gorilla, his hands he clutched the Negro stranglehold. Pulling him over, the freak sank his teeth into his wounded shoulder. Kull howled in pain, but Claro clenched his jaw even more. They both fell to the floor and began to roll on it, knocking down everything that came their way.

Livia closed her eyes, but her ears were cut by the wild cries of those fighting, the sound of smashing jars, the crackling of broken furniture, the crunch of bones. Then everything suddenly subsided.

The girl slowly raised her lashes. Kull sat on the stone floor of the cell, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. On the white shirt there was a brown stain from the wound that had opened on the shoulder. Next to her in an unnatural posture with her head rolled to the side, without showing signs of life, her torturer lay. Blood was dripping from his half-open mouth, and a dagger grip sticking up in his throat.

- He is dead? - hesitantly asked the slave.

“There is no dead,” Kull replied hoarsely.

- Your wound has opened, - in the eyes of the girl sparkles of tears flashed.

Without answering, the Negro rose heavily and walked over to the frame. After examining her, he cast a scornful glance at Claro. Search his keys was useless. All bracelets and hoops were tightly packed with large rivets.

“Have some patience,” Kull asked.

Grabbing his hands at the stands, he with incredible force pulled the frame towards himself. Iron survived, but the wooden frame squeaked nasty and crumbled under powerful pressure. Another pair of jerks, and the frame turned into a pile of debris. Having lost her support, the weakened slave slid to the floor, but she was caught up by Kull’s huge hands.

“We have little time,” the giant ripped some portiere off the wall and, wrapping a girl in it, lifted it up in his arms and carried it out of the cell.

- Where is my lord? - suddenly asked Livia, - Is he all right? Is he alive

“Our master fights with the earl,” the giant replied thoughtfully, “Let's hope that luck is on his side.” And we need to leave soon. Soon the soldiers will enter the castle, and then we will all be bad.

“I won’t leave without him,” the girl tried to free herself from Kull’s strong hands.

- This is his order! - the negro exclaimed and lightly shook the slave to calm him down. - He ordered us to go to the Blue Lake. We are already there waiting for us.

When they got out of the damp basement to the surface, the battle was already over. Only in remote corners short fights broke out. These soldiers, who did not want to surrender to the victor, made desperate attempts to escape from the walls of the fortress. Everywhere were the bloodied bodies of the dead. Wounded soldiers were finished off with spears and swords.

Kull, with a slave in his arms, went to the stalls, but was stopped by two already drunk thugs. They unceremoniously pulled the veil off the girl’s face.

“Leave it to us, lad,” one of them ordered in a stranded tongue. “All slaves become the property of the" kings. " That's the deal, don't you remember, or what?

- Only not this slave! - roared the negro, - Skip!

- And I do not care! - one of the bandits pulled out a knife curve.

- Stop it! - There was a loud voice behind him.

The big man did not have time to recover, as he was knocked down with a strong blow to the jaw. Kull saw before him a tall man with an ax in his hand. He disgustedly looked at the lying burglar and kicked him in the side with his foot. Rumbled groaned and tried to rise. The second blow deprived him of not only feelings, but also a pair of teeth.

- Is that the same girl? The man asked.

“Yes,” Kull confirmed.

- Hey, horse him! - shouted "king", - Good horse and two guards!

“I have a horse,” the Negro smiled, “And I don't need accompaniment either.” We'll get there. And from the clothes for the girl, I will not give up.

“As you know,” the man said something to a guy who was standing a little way off, and left on his way.

The guy disappeared and soon returned with a small package. Together with Kull, they helped Libya get dressed and put him on a horse. The giant climbed into the saddle, pressing the slave to her chest, and they hastily left the castle. It was necessary to go away from the fortress until dusk came, and the Negro allowed his horse to gallop. Soon the outline of the castle disappeared from view.

TIME TO PAY ON ACCOUNTS

Dorn lowered her sword. Red hair was knocked out from under the kerchief and stuck to his forehead. Sweat rolled off her stream. Breathing heavily, she sank onto a wide cat, lying in the yard. Even in the arena, she did not tire so much as in this battle.

“I’m getting old,” the woman said sadly, “It’s time for peace.”

- Are you whole? - Gant approached the gladiator.

His jacket was torn, blood was running out of his leg, his face and shoulders smeared with dirt. He was also tired, but he tried to keep his bravo. Dorn moved, giving way to ataman. He sat down and pressed his back to the body of the partner who was trembling with the strain.

“I have long wanted to ask you,” he said after a short silence.

“Ask if you want,” the woman smiled.

“Well, we're done with this case,” Gant began, “Then you have to carry your legs.” You do not regret that embarked on this adventure?

“No,” Dorn slowly turned her head toward the interlocutor, “And you?”

“No, I don't regret it,” the gangster replied with a grin. “I have long had a desire to end this bastard.” And then go somewhere, where there are no such graphs, no blood, no malice and greed. But that's the thing. There is no such place in the world.

- Maybe you were looking bad? - red-haired warrior slyly narrowed one eye.

- And do you think that human nature is not the same? - tried to prick her Gant, - that people somewhere far from greed do not betray their neighbors, do not try to rob him of the last piece of bread, if there is nothing to eat?

“I would go with you to look for such a place,” said Dorn thoughtfully. “But would you like to contact a runaway slave?”

- Ugh! I completely forgot, - Gant slapped his forehead, - In the morning a boy came from Perlat's house. He brought in a document stating that a woman named Dariya is now free. So we can hit the road right now. True, the boy still conveyed in words that Perlat would be glad to see you in his house as his assistant. His former manager was convicted of embezzlement and transferred to the magistrate for trial.

“I’ll fly to you first,” Dorna said, taking off the head scarf.

Squatting down, she tore up the pant leg and examined the wound. Then she pressed her lips to her and carefully licked the cut, after which she applied a bandage. Gant was sitting with closed eyes and was thrilled by the touch of this strong, but so tender woman in those moments.

- You feel bad, dear? - He heard her gentle and slightly alarmed voice.

- What are you! I feel good, dear Darius, - Gant gently took her by the shoulders and pulled her to him, - Do not laugh at what I am about to say.

“I won't,” the warrior promised, “You can speak boldly ....” Read more →