- you? - the girl tried to rise on her elbow.

- Lie, - the woman imperiously raised her hand, - We also need you to be alive and healthy.

- Who is it for us? - did not understand Ilma.

“You will find out in due time,” Gila suddenly smiled so softly that the slave even had tears.

“You, lady, have smiled that way,” the girl whispered, “As my mother used to smile.”

“Shh,” the woman pressed a finger to her lips and, bending down to her ear, whispered, “Let's wait for the night.” The guard will leave, and we will calmly talk.

Behind a narrow window it was dark and quiet. Gila tightly closed the shutters and lit a small candle. Going to the door, she listened for a few seconds, then slowly opened it and looked outside.

“Everything is quiet,” Ilma heard a choking male voice. “If someone appears, I will give a sign.” But you do not make noise there.

“Thank you, Burt,” the woman closed the door again.

- Who is it? - Ilma cautiously got off the bed.

“So,” Gila waved her hand, “I like him.” And I pretend that I am not indifferent to him either. A couple of times I had to put under the covers.

“You wanted to tell me something, madam,” the girl’s voice became more confident, “I listen.”

“Here, I think,” the woman sat down on a small stool, “Can I trust you?”

- What do you mean? - Ilma jumped on the spot.

- Hush, - Gilah raised her hand, - You're a princess. And we are simple people.

- So what? - the girl's face was covered with crimson blush, - So, you and your entire company think that I can not be trusted? What will I sell you?

- Calm down, slave! - the woman raised her voice a little, - Such cases have already happened.

- I am ready to swear on blood, - Ilma proudly raised her head, - Give me a dagger!

- Do you want a halberd? - evil smiled, asked Gil, - Our business is serious. Blood smells.

- And I - also not a girl! - flashed the princess.

“Quiet,” the older slave calmly laid siege to her, “You haven't convinced me yet.” But I will tell you something.

Quickly getting up from her seat, she silently began to stroll around the room, her hands behind her back. Ilma patiently waited, watching every movement of Gila. Being a smart and smart girl, she had long guessed about the subject of conversation. Remembering the revelations of the woman on the first day of their acquaintance, she herself began to think about revenge. But how to do it alone? Especially, if it will constantly keep locked up, chained hand and foot and gagged.

“We need faithful people,” thought Ilma, “Who will unlock the cage at the right moment and remove the chains.”

Meanwhile, Gila, pacing her comrade, wondering if she should trust this young and, perhaps, inexperienced girl, just because noble blood is flowing in her veins. Would ordinary people follow her ?! Fears were not unreasonable. Many slaves and servants fell into this terrible castle for debt. Someone was sent as a gift to their former owners, trying to pay off. But even that considerable part of the slaves, who was brazenly stolen, also understood that the blame for all their troubles were the “noble” gentlemen, who had abandoned their faithful servants to the mercy of fate, when they were fleeing from Milady’s mind.

Gilah could not find the right solution, and therefore her narrow face was grim, and her eyes sad.

“Excuse me, madam,” Ilma could not stand, “How long will we play silently?” Tell me straight out that you have decided not to dedicate me to your plans. I will not be upset. After all, I am now - an insignificant powerless slave, given to be eaten by this arrogant beast. “Shut up,” Gila calmly replied, exhausted by her gloomy thoughts.

Silence reigned in the room again. Ilma, feeling dizzy, lay down on the couch. The woman, having sat down to her on the edge, gently stroked the girl on the clipped head.

- Do not be offended at me, princess, - she said quietly, - I just do not like to lose. In our case, losing is tantamount to death. Do you understand it?

“Yes, I understand,” Ilma turned sharply around, “And I am not afraid of death.”

“How daring,” Gilah smiled wickedly, “But can you tell me what the use will be if we both are roasted over low heat?”

- People will understand what kind of tyrant they rule, - the princess proudly threw up her head, - They will raise ...

- Shut up, good girl, - the woman covered her mouth with her hand, - Nobody moves. Everyone believes that the cup of evil will pass him. Oh, I know these people! Thanks to their indifference, I was at this monster.

She suddenly fell silent and glanced anxiously at the door. Walking on tiptoe, Gila put her ear to the gap and for a long time listened to the silence.

“Everything is calm,” she finally exhaled, moving away from the door. “You need to be alert in this house.” Everywhere there are ears and eyes.

***

Milard knew the price of his words. Exactly three days later, he himself appeared in Gila’s room.

- Well, - sitting down on a stool, he asked, - Show me what you taught this whore!

Gila, who had been kneeling before, had quickly risen and was about to give command to Ilma, but Milard suddenly raised his hand.

“I see,” he said slowly, “you made friends here.” On the body of this girl there is not a single trace of the whip.

“The slave quickly understood what was required of her,” Gil tried to justify herself.

“Then everything that was meant for her,” the Master said with a cold smile, “I will order you to give it to you, rubbish.” Hey guard! In the basement of these bitches! To the torture chamber!

Four guards picked up the girls under their elbows and were about to pull in the direction indicated by the Host, when suddenly Milard, bursting into tearful laughter, waved his hand. The soldiers loosened their hold, and Ilma slowly slid to the floor. Gila was able to stand on her feet, but her face looked like a bleached canvas. His eyes were nervously groping around, and an unpleasant wheeze came from his mouth.

Laughing, the young man calmly got up and headed for the exit. Already at the door he turned and, carelessly casting a wispy glance at his wilderness, said:

“In the morning you will both come to me.” Today I am busy.

Slamming himself on the thigh with a stack, Milard accompanied by the guards came out. Soon their steps subsided, and only then did Gilah breathe heavily and sank to the floor.

- Are you alive? - the woman looked at Ilma, who was sitting in the corner, clasping her knees.

“Yes, madam,” the princess nodded her head.

***

The morning of this day was not just overcast. Before dawn, the strongest thunderstorm broke out. Tight jets violently whipped through the windows. On the top floor, a strong gust of wind knocked out the window, and the servants who came running to this crash, tried in vain to lay the empty frame with sacks.

“I’m anxious about something in my heart,” Guila said, combing her long curly hair. “Something must happen.”

“And I am not calm,” answered Ilm from her corner, wrapping herself in a thin blanket.

Gila put down the comb and turned to the girl. Squinting at the shackled legs, she grinned wryly and waved her hand:

- Arise, slave! We have little time. Take a walk around the room. Watch your feet, don't stumble. Milard a second time will not forgive mistakes.

Ilma scattered across the cold floor, trying to take short steps so that the anklets did not cut the skin. The woman carefully watched her ward, occasionally giving advice on how to hold her back, what to do with her hands, where to look.

“Present humility, slave,” she instructed the princess. “If you don’t want to try the lashes. Our Lord is quick to such affection. They excite him.

“I will try, madam,” answered the girl.

“Well, that's enough,” Gila finally said, “The owner doesn't like to wait.” Hands behind the back.

She bound the girl's wrists with heavy handcuffs and put a leash on the collar ring. After examining the slave one more time, Gila put on a cape, and they set off.

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