that Ilma looks at them, one of the slaves grabbed her apron and shook the girl's head. The princess was immediately struck by the nasty sour smell of female urine and rotten vegetables. The black woman, having kicked the captive with her knee in the side, mumbled something and climbed back to her friend.

The mistresses calmed down only in the morning, but even then they didn’t release the unfortunate princess’s head. Only when it was breakfast time did they remove the smothering rag from it. After this incident, Ilma turned away every time when the maids began to lick.

The detachment was on the road for a week. Milard was right when he said that it would take a lot of strength. Ilma was exhausted even more than the first time when she, along with other girls, was being driven in the sun. The body grew numb from lying still and itched from a leather bag and dirt, hands were numb, my head was spinning from constant shaking.

One evening, she heard someone from the soldiers, leaning against a tree trunk, said to a friend:

- Are you sad? Tomorrow we will be at home. I heard that the Boss will give us all a rest for a few days.

“It would be nice,” the young boy chuckled bitterly. “I already rubbed my ass with a saddle, damn that princess.” Run after it in the woods, sit all day in a snowdrift. Glory to the gods, caught.

- Stop grumbling! - the one who was older shouted at him, - I say, we will be in the city before evening. Come on, stamp! You have to go on the post.

The guy grumbled something and slowly went to his place. Ilma suddenly felt sad. She had no fear and was ready to die for a long time. She felt hurt that she lived so little and did not have time to do anything. And how I wanted to make sure that people were free, no one would wear chains and bend his back to the grinning Lord, while he, standing over him, lashed and drooled out, looking at torment and tears.

The girl turned to the wall so that these two black sluts would not see her tears.

“This transition would have ended soon,” she thought. “Let the damp stinking camera in Milard's castle, let the heavy chains with which he bolt it to the wall so that it does not run away.” Let death. Just be quicker.

With such thoughts the princess fell asleep. She did not hear the slaves moaning in love ecstasy, like Milard, glancing into the wagon, perhaps for the first time in the whole journey, cursed dirty, looking at the swarming tangle of black bodies, and stabbed the girls with his stack, and they howled with pain and vexation . Ilma was asleep, and suddenly saw in the dream her friend. Tilla sat on a stone and drew something in the sand, and next to her sat a little girl with a very familiar face and said something.

- Where did I see her? - the princess asked herself mentally.

But, no matter how she strained her memory, she could not remember those big blue, like the sky, eyes, this golden, like ripe rye, hair. Exhausted, but never remembering, she again fell into a heavy viscous sleep. Tomorrow is the last day of the journey. We must suffer a little more.

- Wake up, bitch! - the black maid shook Ilma by the shoulder, - Open the Zenka!

Together with her friend, she pulled the girl out of the wagon and put it near the wheel. It was early morning, there was fog on the way, cold penetrated through the bag, from which the whole body became numb in a matter of minutes. The soldiers were swarming around, and the red-bearded cook was quietly humming something, stirring the brew in the cauldron.

Slave unwound her mouth and with a force pulled out of his gag. Glittering with bloodshot eyes, she went off to the fire. Bearded man interrupted his song and looked at the girl with displeasure.

- What do you need here? - he asked.

“I am going, lord,” the slave answered, holding out the bowl.

“It’s not ordered to feed the slaves today,” the cook turned his back to the black woman, fencing her off the boiler, “Go away!”

- But, sir! - the maid choked with indignation.

- Hey, you! - Milard's voice rang out, - Shalava blackfoot! Shake the girl out of the bag and drag me!

The slave licked her lips, which had dried out from fear, and started to follow orders. Having hooked a leash to the collar, the girl led Ilma to a small tent in which the Master usually spent the night.

“Well, here we are almost at home,” Milard said calmly as the princess stepped inside. “And you stinky whore, wait by the wagon.”

- Decided to enjoy your power for last? - smiled girl, when a black woman jumped out of the tent.

“Drink some wine,” suggested the young man. “You tremble like in a fever.”

He quickly got up and, coming up to Ilma, threw his woolen cloak over her shoulders. He poured a thick dark wine into a glass, and stretched it to the captive.

“Drink, don't be afraid,” Milard said, smiling, “Heated wine will give you strength.”

- What for? - Ilma smiled, - In order not to blot at the first torture?

“To reach the castle,” explained the young man, “I will lead you next to the stirrup.” Do not worry, I will not go fast. And those whores will go after the wagon. Fatty to disgrace. Let the fat take off. And then I locked them in the basement. Each - in a separate chamber.

“I don’t understand,” the girl grinned. “Why does only the bad come out of you?” Why do you enjoy other people's suffering?

- Otherwise I can not! - Milard spread his hands, - Otherwise, they will eat and not choke! You are the rules. You know that if you give up the slack, these people will sit right on your neck, and then you will not be able to drive them away with any forces. Though you will howl, even cry. Or do you disagree with me?

“I don’t know,” Ilma honestly admitted, “I myself didn’t do any business. Father and elder brothers received ambassadors, collected taxes, punished criminals. I was not allowed to do such serious matters.

- Okay! - the young man slapped himself on the knee with his hand, - Maybe then we will finish it. And now - it's time to go.

He quickly went to the prisoner, took off his cape from his shoulders and tied his hands behind his back with a belt. Then he picked up a leash to the collar and brought Ilma out of the tent. The girl dutifully walked after her tormentor, but did not hold her against him.

“In fact, he is right,” the princess thought, “Knowing her people, she was repeatedly convinced of his insatiability. And no persuasion or explanation helped.

Whistling loudly, Milard sat in the saddle and fastened the other end of the halter to the bow of the saddle. Briefly looking at Ilma, he let his horse a small trot. The princess shook her from the side.

- Look under your feet, - the young man advised, - I will not have time to reject the horse.

“I will try not to give you such pleasure,” Ilma whispered.

The city buzzed like a disturbed hive. People were sticking out of the windows, crowding on the sides, getting out of the basements. They shouted, waving their hands, sending curses to the captive and her friends. Someone started a rotten tomato at the girl, but missed, and a stinking mass spread over Milard's back. Next, the rotten egg landed in the horse's croup.

Ilma slipped on a watermelon rind, but kept her balance and safely reached the gate of the castle. Her legs were smashed against stones and cut with sedge, sweat trickled down on her bare back, mixed with the remains of rotten tomatoes, and her hair hung like an old tow.

Milard was even less fortunate. A few "inaccurate" shots smashed his marching jacket, which stank in every way, like a city cesspool. But the perpetrators didn’t look for time or sense Grinding his teeth with rage, he gave the order to disperse the crowd, and if someone dares to resist, finish off on the spot.

While the soldiers, waving whips, tried to restore order, the small procession slowly entered the half-opened gate, which the guards immediately locked. Leaping off the horse, Milard dragged his prisoner to the stable.

“I thought,” said Ilma in surprise, “That you lock me in the cell immediately.”

- Will have time, - growled Boss, untying her hands.

Despite the cold water and far from gentle wind, the girl with great pleasure was washed from head to toe. Her skin regained a bronze sheen, and her hair a natural shine.Milard watched the princess curiously, all the while chuckling and muttering something to himself ... Read more →