Ви Корс
The Mist and the Lightning. Part 17
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The Reward
Lis walked confidently, like a master, into the main hall, where Kudmers throne stood, and now it became his, but the throne was occupied. And Lis froze, and a tall elderly man rose from the throne to meet him, and his bright scarlet clothes were decorated with gold so much that it seemed that flames were running over it. The same red hair, only on the temples, like a mountain ash hit with frost, was dusted with gray. Everyone looked at this man, not understanding who he was, and why he took the throne of Kudmer, and now of Lis.
And Lis also looked at him, unable to utter a word:
Father
And his father said nothing and looked at him.
Prince Arel, Nikto, Vitor Kors and Karina, Zaf, Parky and several unclean ones stood behind Lis and also looked at his father in silence.
Vitor Kors came to himself first:
I think wed better leave them, he said quietly.
Yes, Zaf agreed, he made a quick gesture with his hand away from himself, towards the unclean ones, as if waving them away, and his warriors and Parky with his three unclean ones moved back to the door.
We will wait for you in the room next to you, Nikto told Lis.
Good, answered Lis, looking at Nikto and at the same time as if looking through him. It seemed that he didnt understand at all what was being said to him and what was happening. But when his friends headed for the exit, he stopped Karina by taking her hand and squeezing it tightly:
Stay, he said, and Karina froze.
Welcome home, Sigmer, said Lis father, after the three of them remained in the hall, pronouncing his name differently from how the blacks and red commoners pronounced it, and how Lis called himself, but how it should have sounded right, on the noble supreme red language, and it was rather: Simer, without such a clear and harsh g, and with a strong emphasis on the first syllable. It is you?
He carefully looked at Lis, and Lis, not letting go of Karinas hand, sank to the floor, kneeling in front of his father, and Karina after him. Lis bowed his head, and his father said:
You've changed a lot whats wrong with your hair? It is dark!
Yes, Lis answered, not looking up at his father.
But how is this possible? Did you dye it? Were you ashamed of its color? The color of your red superiority?
No.
Did the black ones inspire you to make your hair like theirs?
No. My hair itself darkened over time, I dont know why, after thirty it began to darken, Lis lied to his father so easily that Karina was involuntarily amazed.
Really? Very strange, Igmer said thoughtfully.
He came very close to them, and, reaching out his hand, touched the dark brown, only slightly shimmering in burgundy, Lis hair. Maybe this is how your black roots appeared over time?
Most likely, father, Lis finally let go of Karina, and, taking his fathers hand with both hands, kissed his fingers, Igmer allowed him.
And Lis knelt in front of him and kissed his hand, as if just a couple of hours ago he had not won an unconditional and brilliant victory over the enemys army, twice outnumbering his own, and had not captured the twenty thousandth Ore town, and was not fearless and a worthy commander.
Forgive me, he told his father.
And he, smiling, finally lifted him from his knees:
It's all in the past, said Igmer, peering into the face of his son with fatherly warmth, still stained with powder soot and splattered with someone elses blood. I have forgiven you long ago.
He looked at Karina. She shrank, froze, lowering her eyes, since the shield of the mask hid her expression.
But you're with her again, Igmer said, and Karina very clearly caught disappointment and discontent in his voice.
Karina is my wife, said Lis, with some challenge.
Wife?
Yes, father. She is my wife.
Not according to the red laws.
It doesn't matter, we are husband and wife before the Higher Forces.
Hmm Lis father was clearly annoyed, well well Send her away now. We need to talk.
Lis looked anxiously at Karina:
Let me go, she said quickly, seeing his hesitation, and without waiting for an answer, she rushed to the door herself.
Nikto, Kors and the others went out into the adjoining living room. In Kudmers palace, there were crystal vases with bonbons and various sweets everywhere. Zaf grinned with satisfaction and, going up to an elegant table on thin curved legs, took off the glass transparent lid from the vase and took a sugared piece of deep pink color:
What's this? He asked with interest.
I think it's a succade, remarked Kors, since none of those present was in a hurry to answer, candied fruit.
I like this color, Zaf put candied fruit in his mouth, so sweet! What kind of fruit is it?
Reds have a lot of strange fruits. Maybe it is from the Upper World? Kors looked at Parky and his two unclean ones, who were already imposingly seated on a velvet sofa and stretched their paws to sweets:
So. Friends? What is it?! Who allowed you to sit down?!
And everyone, except those sitting, laughed. Parky and the unclean ones jumped up and darted away from Kors. And he turned to Nikto:
Nik, sit down!
And he froze in some confusion. Prince Arel, without invitation, immediately sat down on the sofa, in his hands was already a gold goblet.
Although, wait! Kors looked around. Parky! Bring that chair over there!
Parky immediately obeyed the order, dragging a carved gilded chair that looked more like a throne to Kors.
Sit down, said Kors, and everyone looked at Nikto, and he, as always, blushed and was embarrassed by such close attention and by the fact that Kors had singled him out so.
Vitor, stop it, he said quietly.
Sit down. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be here! Someone disagree with me?
And Niktos cheeks turned red even more, since the stripes of soot on them slightly hid it.
Sit down!
Nikto sat down. Zaf chuckled and ate another candied fruit.
I know now who Lis father is, said Kors as if nothing had happened, not paying any attention to the embarrassed look of Nikto, tense Parky and the slightly mocking look of Zaf.
Did you know him? Zaf was surprised.
No. But I fought against him, he was in his time a very hmmm tough commander. To enter into confrontation with him was already tantamount to defeat.
And you entered?
Yes, said Kors briefly, without details.
He defeated you?
Kors froze, and then, shaking his head, replied:
Kors froze, and then, shaking his head, replied:
Yes.
It's a pity, said Zaf, and Kors was surprised to feel that Zaf was sincere and he was really sorry, and Kors honesty, the fact that he admitted his defeat, didnt push him away. Previously, Kors would never have admitted his failure so simply and without explanation, fearing that they would not understand him and turn away from him. And now now he boldly spoke about his failures and didnt feel weaker from this. And he didnt feel that the unclean ones were disappointed in him, they took it somehow absolutely calmly. Kors noble black associates would immediately have made bewildered faces in response to such a frank confession. Such sincerity was not accepted in their circles, everyone spoke only about their achievements. Kors felt easy and merry:
Igmers army squeezed us in pincers near Vlas, I gave the order to retreat and tried to lead the people through the swamps. Knee-deep in water, we tried for several days to get out of the encirclement, but still managed to escape from the cauldron.
You led the soldiers out of the lethal cauldron? Asked Zaf, his face was very serious.
Yes. More than a thousand soldiers, but we lost Vlas.
Sometimes it is more right to retreat, noted Zaf.
Tell that to Lis, Kors chuckled with some bitterness, or hes Sigmer now. Stop! How did I not immediately guess who his father was! His fathers name is Igmer, and he is his son. Igmers son Sigmer! How simple it is!
And everyone looked at Kors so that he was even embarrassed a little of their looks, just like Nick was before.
Well, it's just
Vitor, you are very smart, said Nikto. He sat in the chair, as Kors had seated him, and also looked at Kors with respect. And Zaf handed Kors a glass of wine:
Let's have a drink, he suggested. And I want to relax already, finally. There are such plump women here, have you noticed? I want to hush up some plump maid!
They have eaten too much sweets, Parky remarked, grinning, opening his mouth slightly, the decoration in his nose still didnt allow him to breathe normally. He looked longingly at the chocolate and fruit, but didnt dare to take them without the permission of Kors.
They laughed.
I'll take the fattest one with me to the Black City, said Zaf, or two. Two plump red pigs.
What's the point, Zaf? Smiled Kors. They will lose weight quickly!
And Zaf again whinnied in satisfaction:
Yes! But I saw one with such an ass
And at that time Karina entered the room, everyone turned to her.
Karina? Everything is fine?! Asked Kors anxiously.
Yes probably, she sat down on the sofa in confusion, took off her mask, her expression was not at all happy.
What's happening? Has Igmer accepted him?
Karina looked at her father:
I think so, he said, Welcome, but he didn't even hug him. After all, this is his son! And then, he said to me: Send her away, and I ran away.
It's okay, Kors shrugged. Why would he hug his prodigal son? He didnt live up to his hopes, Lis failed the offensive, which ultimately led to the defeat of the red army, began to take drugs, black water, and, being almost the king of the reds in our world, slipped down and became just a banal bandit. Complete failure. He disgraced his father. I'm sure Igmer had to endure a lot of humiliation and ridicule because of his son. The reds sentenced Lis to death, he was incredibly lucky that he managed to escape. And mind you, his father, no matter what, didnt disown him. So I think it's okay. And the fact that Igmer asked you to leave is also in the order of things. Lis is used to dragging you everywhere with him, where it is needed and where it is not needed. Red women dont participate in the lives of men and their conversations. You will have to come to terms with this, Karina, since you chose a red husband.
It's just Karina looked upset. He somehow toughly talks with him, and not about that and Lis, I felt he was unpleasant from this
Yes? Unpleasant? Why didn't he send him to hell, how he sent us here a hundred times a day?
And Karina looked at her father very condemningly.
Igmer walked over to the table and sat down at it, gesturing to the chair opposite:
Sit down.
Lis came up and sat down, his father continued to examine him closely, and Lis looked away.
You have changed, you have become different, Igmer repeated again, outwardly it seems that you have remained the same, but something in you has changed, changed a lot, and I cannot understand what!
He again looked closely at frozen Lis, held out his hand, turning his hand towards him, looking at the inscription Impudence. Reds were calm about body modifications, and for warriors it was often mandatory: scarring, tattoos and piercings were not considered a sin and an unnatural distortion of the divine image of the ancestors, desecration of the body, created by the gods in their own image and likeness.
You had scars on your face, now they are gone. Where are your battle scars? Did they disappear after thirty too?
No.
Did you remove them? Are black healers so advanced in medicine?
Yes, I got rid of the scars on my face.
Why so? Didn't you have the audacity to wear them with pride? Igmer grinned.
And Lis said nothing.
Okay. Congratulations. You took over the Ore town thanks to Kudmers stupidity. You are lucky. This fat fool was never clever, but this time his head just went blank, he kept repeating: We will meet them behind the wall. We will meet them behind the wall, as if a demon had possessed him, he behaved like a possessed person. However, it doesn't matter anymore. Tell me what do you intend to do next?
I dont know yet, said Lis.
His father looked at him very closely.
You know. But you don't want to tell me. I'm not your enemy.
Lis reflexively reached for his cigarettes and lit one. Igmer just shook his head silently and winced. Lis, without taking a couple of puffs, quickly put out his cigarette in a porcelain vase:
Sorry.
What to do now, it stinks anyway! Smoke! What a disgusting habit!
But Lis didn't light a new cigarette. He still tried not to meet his father's eyes:
I really don't know yet, he repeated and quickly looked at Igmer, who looked at him reproachfully.
Some time ago I heard rumors that red commander Sigmer had appeared across the river. With his army, he cleaned the territories and put things in order, burned the regional outpost. I Igmer hesitated. I wanted to believe and didnt believe. I couldnt sleep, I couldnt think of anything, I buried you and mourned. And I was afraid that I was just flattering myself with false hopes, and there was an impostor walking across the river, hiding behind your legendary name. But when I learned that Sigmer had captured Crimson Rock then I believed it was you. Only you could do it! Crimson Rock is too tough for anyone. And I left the Upper World, I was waiting for you here. Because I knew my Sigmer would not stop and would move on. I knew that you would come to Ore town.