Now the main among slaves, and all the rest must obey her. To be faithful, on one of the halts, she took her soldering off from a weaker girl. The guards did not intervene, and Uri was just glad that he had a volunteer assistant. Approaching her, he loudly declared that all slaves should obey this red-haired girl.

That one, having thrust out its already huge breast, with a brazen grin, looked at everyone with an evil cold glance. Immediately she was joined by two strong slaves. Brazenly laughing, they demanded “respect” for themselves, to which the “Redhead” chieftain nodded in agreement, realizing that in this situation she couldn’t retain the power alone.

- Who are they? - the way was blocked by a tall man in a bib, polished to a shine, over which a sling was put on with a short sword dangling on its side, like a beggar’s bag.

“The servants of Milard,” the eldest answered briskly, “Open!”

“Oh, is that you, Uri,” the security officer said, “Good catch from you?” Maybe you will share? And then my guys really sat up on these walls.

“Ask the owner,” the senior guard brazenly replied, “Maybe he will give you some shabby girl!”

“Okay, come on in,” the man in the breastplate replied sullenly under the general laughter of his subordinates.

The gates opened, and the girls, barely dragging their feet from fatigue and hunger, entered the city. Closing, the gate gritted again. A quiet moan, full of grief, broke out from the neighbor Ilma. She turned to her and whispered:

- That's all. Now we have only one road from here - to the nether.

The princess did not dare to ask where such awareness of this young country girl came from. But she, as if reading her thoughts, continued with confidence:

“My older sister was kidnapped by this beast.” A brother went to look for her. He hired a service to Milard and saw everything with his own eyes. He fled from the lord and came to our village to talk about the harassment he saw in his master's house. He tried to raise a riot, but someone informed him, and Vika was seized and taken to the city. So he disappeared behind these walls.

“Yes, sir,” said the prisoner, who was walking behind, “There are sad rumors about our future Master.”

Curious citizens pushed out of the windows, examining the mournful procession. Some of the men could not resist, so as not to let go of the taunts addressed to the exhausted girls, concerning their unattractive appearance and unfair fate. Women, on the contrary, furtively wiped up their tears and whispered words of regret. Many of them had daughters, sisters and girlfriends taken to Milard Castle. What happened behind the high fence, they did not really know, but the rumors went the most disappointing.

Stop again. At this time - in front of a huge wrought iron gate. The caravan reached its goal - the castle of their future Lord and Lord, cruel and merciless.

Ilma looked around and sighed heavily. High stone walls pressed on her with all their weight. Black moss, covering the huge stones, from which the fence was lined, exuded a stench. It was as if the Sun itself had turned away from this terrible house, considering it below its dignity to give its walls at least a small particle of its heat. There was such a grave silence around it that it seemed that a layer of earth would now rise, and the tortured victims of the castle dweller would rise from the graves and pull the slaves behind them.

Uri painfully long talked with the gatekeeper, who for some reason did not want to unlock the gate and let the convoy into the courtyard. The girls did not hear the words, but by the intonation of the men who spoke, they could guess that there was a fierce dispute, and who would win was unclear.

Outside, the wind rose, began to rain. After a hot day and a grueling road, the piercing cold fell on the backs of the slaves. They huddled to each other naked bodies, hoping to warm the neighbor's warmth.Feet weakened by fatigue. Hunger tormented their souls. But water ... The girls raised their heads and eagerly caught drops that fell from the blackened sky, their mouths wide open, trying to get drunk.

Finally, the cusp of the gate crept aside, opening a narrow passage into the blackness of the courtyard, at the back of which Ilma was able to see a huge castle glowing ominously with dim lights coming out of narrow windows.

The senior guard raised his hand and commanded loudly:

“Go ahead, slave scum!” Your host is already craving fresh meat! Go on, bitches!

Driven by the overseers, the column slowly flowed into the womb of the great courtyard. There were no lamps, but the guards apparently knew the road perfectly. Fiercely wielding with whips and shouting, they led the captives to a large low barn, located in the depths of the estate. The low door was already open, and Uri ordered to drive all the slaves inside.

The guards unfastened the girls from the common chain and pushed them into a new dwelling. When the last couple entered the room, the door slammed shut. The captives with moans fell on rotten straw. Atamansha, seeing a place in the corner, as the cat darted to the floor, hitting one of the slaves with her foot.

- And the princess has a door! - she laughed, - Slept on soft pillows, now let her sit on the draft!

- Well? What hatched? - picked up another - Or our society does not suit you?

- Why are you kidding her? - tried to stand up for the little shepherdess, - She is the same as all of us.

- Look, the intercessor was found! - shouted the plant, - Shut up, or I'll tear out all my clans! And for daring to contradict, you will give me your grub. Do you understand?

- Like this? - the baby has blinked eyes, - I then will die of hunger.

“A small loss,” the girl broke out in a wild laugh from her own corner. “You probably don't know how to behave with men.” Legs at least once apart?

- Do not be afraid of her, - Ilma crouched beside the crying girl, - She will not do anything to you.

Standing up again, she slowly walked over to the girl, who was blatantly staring at everyone, as if feeling her superiority. When there were no more than two steps to the slave, Ilma suddenly grabbed the offender by her hair and, twisting them, threw her on her back, pressing her knee to the floor.

- Stand! - the princess hissed when she saw that the girl who supported the "chieftain" is ready to embark on a fight, - Or will I turn this neck off, and then I'll take over you. I have enough strength, do not hesitate!

The girl wisely returned to her seat, pushing her neighbor with her foot. Ilma with force threw her opponent into a corner, and herself sat in her place. Around her immediately formed a handful of girls ready to become her retinue.

Security guards with torches entered the barn. After making sure that the slaves had quieted down, they left again and soon returned with a cauldron from which unpleasant smells of rotten food could be heard.

“Your master,” said one of the guards, grinning in a self-satisfied smile, “Showed you a great honor.” So that you do not die of hunger, Mr. Milard allowed to feed you. Zhrite, pigs! Well!

The hungry slaves wanted to rush to the cauldron, but Ilma got up abruptly and shouted loudly:

- Stop! This food is not suitable! After it, you will die in terrible agony!

Slaves, gazing anxiously at the princess, went their separate ways. The guard, stunned by the unprecedented behavior of the slave, could not understand what he should do. Shaking his whip, he slowly headed for the rebel, standing in the middle of the pen with his head held high. He was ready to beat the prisoner, but behind him Uri's domineering voice rang out:

- Back! Do not dare! These slop throw out! Bring a normal meal! Run, boobies!

Again the chains rattled. The senior guard himself, approaching Ilma, smiled almost imperceptibly and nodded his head in approval.

They brought another cauldron with a rich meat soup and several loaves of rustic gray bread. Slaves pounced on food, like hungry wolves on a dying deer.“Atamansha”, referring to Ilma, did not demand from the little girl that she should give her her portion, and, sitting down in her corner, ... Read more →