Having learned that I am a virgin, the adventurer lit up the idea to immediately turn me into the real man. And to make it, according to her, followed on the deck in the rain and wind, during a storm that both of us remembered these moments forever.
I tremblingly in soul agreed. Who could oppose to a pressure of the charming beauty?
Soon we settled on a rostrum where we immediately undressed and carried out a reckless plan.
Hardly I comprehended a word meaning the man as in a board the crazy wave struck, and I appeared in the middle of the storming ocean. Without sandals and trousers. In only one next-to-skin silk shirt.
Fortunately, together with me overboard washed away a keg thanks to which I held on till morning of the next day when I was noticed by fishermen.
They demanded to give all valuable to gratitude for rescue or to jump back in water.
I left a gold ring of the scientist, silver earrings of the university and a shirt instead of which I received a rag to tie on hips. It was succeeded to keep only the sign of the calligrapher after I proved that the feather bronze and is only covered with a thin layer of silver.
In the evening of the same day I in one loincloth was landed in port of the city of the Comprehensive insurance located on Lush island that in the western part of the Archipelago of Thousands of Islands.
At the beginning I thought that I will not be gone and I will be able easily to support myself the skill, and also to find out more about chasteners, but very quickly my opinion changed and now I stood on the market suffering from hunger and fear to appear to be sold in slavery.
Four blows of a gong meaning that there came midday rang out.
I hissed for rage on own nonsense. It was necessary to move off in searches of the shelter half an hour ago, but hunger forced to forget about care, and the danger to appear by galleys over me hung.
Every instant was on the account, and I rushed off to the next gate, in hope that policemen though will a little be late. According to city ragamuffins, it quite often happened at local peace officers because of addiction to a merop, incredibly strong home brew which was served in the next tavern. Certainly policemen drank free of charge and in all used it.
«Though they would be taken before porosyachy squeal today and did not reach,» I dreamed, maneuvring in crowd that anybody not to face and, thus, not to lose precious moments.
Alas gods did not hear my prayers. Soon I to the horror made out two policemen who leaned against a shutter of gate and short copies stopped the visitors of the market wishing to leave for examination. Two couples more moved to the opposite directions and checked all counter.
Everyone lashit in the childhood received a magic bracelet which confirmed his nationality and which did not leave all life. On lack of similar ornament which could not be forged the guards found visitors at once, and nobody managed to hide in crowd. Also it was necessary or to buy freedom for one day or to go to slavery.
I was developed and rushed off to opposite gate though the hope was scanty, but what I needed to do?
Very quickly I made sure that I was late again. This exit from the market square was blocked more reliably than a throat of a wine bottle by a corn stopper.
I stopped, greedy swallowing of air, and tried to think what to do?
Through gate not to break, policemen though tipsy, but know business and local with pleasure will help to catch the stranger as here call all visitors. To hide in broad daylight in the market will not leave. The local rags with pleasure will give out for a reward. To get over through the wall surrounding the market, in two human growth, it is necessary to be the spiderman, but not the clerk.
I grabbed with the shivering hand a medallion. Really I should sell it?
To leave the sign of the top skills which I received in eighteen years, having become the youngest master of a calligraphy in the history of the university, it seemed inconceivable. But how still to escape from slavery?
The feeling was such as if I intended to sell the past, a part of the soul, and inside as if everything stood and became empty.
With the eyes full of tears I removed a medallion and started turning the head, finding the dealer in jewelry. But instead of the jeweler saw the cart with barrels which just stopped at the wall. Gods heard my prayers!
I immediately got a medallion and rushed forward, hoping to jump in no time a wall, but could not make to a step.
Thick hairy fingers a grip of steel seized my shoulder.
CHAPTER 02.
I moved to run, but could not escape and by inertia was developed.
Faced me low, but strong, the man, with a cold glance of the murderer and a jaw of a bulldog. The stranger crookedly grinned several moments, perhaps, enjoying my confusion, and then unexpectedly squeaky asked:
Do you want to Shrat?
To me at first to eat, I blurted out, having been taken aback from a similar question.
The interlocutor blinked one eye, inclined the head sideways and filtered:
And I what I sprashivat? To Shrat, I speak, you want?
The stomach responded painful spasms, and I vigorously began to nod, confirming for fidelity with words:
Yes, yes. Of course. Very much I want.
Then went. At me for you put esht.
The big guy squeezed my elbow a grip of steel and dragged through crowd to gate, explaining on the run:
Shonut me goshpodin the Pin. I am a person uvashayemy and spravedlivy. You to a napravd it is so dexterous to Ashley to peep you wave as hvashtat you will be at me as Scheer in the mashl. Both food, and binge, and a lodging for the night, and girls, a vsha will be. Do the main thing that a shkasha, and to a sprosh cheshtno answer.
He became silent for an instant as if he thought, and then continued:
You, for example, how klinut?
Lance, I answered, without seeing the reasons to hide.
Well, Lansh. Sheychas we will approach gate and I will talk highway lyagavy. You not vmeshivayshya, be silent. Got that?
Of course. But why you call policemen lyagavy?
Therefore that lyagavy they and esht lyagavy. But only in a muzzle so do not speak to them will bungle. Got that?
I nodded, with a shiver in soul observing as four observers come nearer, suffering from a heat in a leather armor.
Perhaps I in vain trusted in the stranger whose face did not command respect at all. But unless I had an exit?
Though, as well as any novice, I passed self-defense lessons in the monastery, but without special diligence and to escape from a grip of steel of hands of the Pin, without drawing general attention, I had no slightest opportunity. Besides there were no strong reasons not to trust the stranger, it is not excluded to him my services are really necessary.
However the easiest way to bring me from the market was to hand me a copper coin that I could pay policemen. The pin of it did not make, and I begged to gods that it was not the bastard who wants to hand over me to guards for a reward.
But in a moment I straightened out myself. It is impossible to think badly of the person only because he lashit. All of them cannot be bastards?
The hairy finger of the policeman roughly stuck me into a stomach, the swelled-up physiognomy dokhnut the reek of alcohol.
Hand!
I stretched forward the left brush on which certainly there was no trace of the allowing press also.
Pay! the chubby palm revealed before me.
I licked the dried-up lips and translated a look on the satellite which immediately peeped, taking the observers hand aside:
This is my slave.
I shuddered and opened a mouth to be indignant, but the Pin hardly considerably winked at me, having squeezed a hand slightly stronger, and I kept silent. The cunning can do it?
The policeman raised eyebrows, slightly led the head and muttered:
And where collar?
Did not ushpet to put on. Just bought this freeloader.
Pokazh bill of sale.
So the document is just corrected.
The defender of law and order crookedly grinned and stretched to the Pin a dirty palm:
Violation. Pay a penalty or you will go to cold, and your slave will ring out on galleys.
So I speak, the bill of sale is shoshtryapat just about, my employer became stubborn.
Violation! the policeman growled, lifting peak which tip rested against a breast of my satellite. Other policemen directed weapon to us too.
Shkolko? my satellite was given.
Silver.
Yes well, what the hell for! the Pin moved. Shovest have!
Resistance to the authorities?! the observer bellowed suddenly, splashing saliva.
Seeing that the situation is heated I outright strukhnut: suddenly yes my satellite has no money for a penalty?
The imagination obligingly painted a picture seen once: emaciated oarsmen, sitting up to ankles in own excrements, overstraining, pull very heavy oars, on the backs covered with blood whips the supervisors scourge. Cold tentacles of despair squeezed heart.
But here in a hand of the policeman there was a silver coin, and observers moved further, having splashed me on a hand the press and having strictly punished slaves without collar and the bill of sale on the city from now on not to drive.
Thanks, I blurted out, feeling sincere gratitude to the person who saved me from an unenviable fate.
Now on my hand the press which guaranteed one more day of free life flaunted, without need to run away and hide.
It turned out, I absolutely in vain doubted the employer and now was ready to fail with shame. It is impossible to think of the stranger badly only because he lashit. For certain among them there are many kind and decent people, and the bastards who were coming across to me still can be an exception. Also I faced them because of bad luck which pursues me since the beginning of a travel.
In response to my gratitude the Pin sighed and muttered:
Yes what there. We are, izveshtno, the people generous yes sympathetic. In a trouble of the good person not broshy. and, angrily having spitted out, added: Do you Vit what bastards-lyagavye create? Wanted to shekonomit copper coin, so heated on sherebryany Have you ever seen anything like it for a trifle to tear up such penalty? And to shalovatsya uselessly. You will go to a shotnik so also lashes you will receive.
Maybe it was worth giving me a copper coin for otkupny? I sounded a recent thought.
My satellite only hemmed:
Look razmechtalshya! The pocket is wider than Dersha. We, lashita, from time immemorial, the people trustful and proshtodushny, and therefore vshyaky easy riders, oshobenno from voshtochny oshtrov, strive to obshulit ours eternally. But we such podlosht know long ago and therefore to anyone proshto so we do not trust. You dokash of a shperv that the person doshtoyny then another story will be. And that I will give you a coin, and you to the lane and remember as called. Highway of what I to trust you dolshen?
But I did not deceive in anything you, I answered it is lost.
How much to me the nobility, the Pin blinked the eyes. You shkazat that good pishar, I believed and even sherebryany on you did not play pranks. Also promised to feed, and did not see your work. Suddenly you shulik also write as a ram with a hoof?
No, mister Shtyr, I really the calligrapher of the top skills what tells this medallion in the form of a birds feather about. Believe, you will not be disappointed with my work and I promise you that I will work everything the money spent for me to the last copper coin.
Good of an eshla so, my employer smiled. Lets go to a tavern. There you to me shvy ishkushtvo also pokasht and sing at the same time.
You will not be disappointed, I murmured, swallowing of saliva which filled a mouth at a mention of food.
Before eyes immediately there was a dish with the fried pig covered with a crisp in hot sweet-sour sauce. My nose felt a heavy scent of juicy pork, language and the sky taste of gentle fat meat.
The stomach responded painful spasms, and I strained all will driving away a persuasive image, but is alas ineffectual.
Aromas of food began to tease me for dozens of steps from a tavern. And, hardly I crossed a threshold, struck with such force that the head began to spin, the mouth was overflowed with saliva, in a stomach loudly zaburchat, and knees were turned in.
You fix, Lansh, the Pin hemmed, seating me at the next table and added: You Sid, and I poyesht yes to drink a sprasha.
With these words my satellite went to a traktirny rack.
I did not begin to monitor its negotiations with the bearded fat man, and lowered a look and began to meditate on a mantra Chorus to distract from thoughts of food. And though, instead of the lowest rune shining gold before eyes the fried pig steadily appeared, I continued attempts, my satellite did not return yet.
Obed Shkoro will be. For now pokashi shvy mashtershtvo. Whether shrya hvashtat, the big guy squeaked, stretching me the sheet of cheap parchment, blackened a goose quill and a bubble.
Completely different I wanted to be engaged, but this person saved me from guards in the market, was going to feed and offered work. Therefore I decided to show everything what it is capable of. And not only from appreciation, but also in hope to get hold of money. And in similar cases it is important to make a good impression at once.
I moved up parchment, dipped a feather in ink and asked:
What to write?
The pin for an instant thought, and then offered:
Write a tavern nashvaniye: Shareny Shrimp.
I nodded and earned by a feather.
Ink was the cheapest of davleny berries of a chernushka, the parchment wrinkled and uneven, with traces of roughly remote text, a feather absolutely unsuitable for the thin letter. But, I did not pay attention to it and soon showed to the Pin the required text written by eighteen fonts known to me.
My satellite was obviously mind-blowing.
To be so shocked! he peeped after looking at my works. And so you will be able? he took an interest and, having taken a feather, «mister Shtyr» clumsily nashkryabat.
I decided that he wants to receive the exact copy and, having studied features of absolutely terrible handwriting, most precisely reproduced an inscription.
Shran shobachya, the big guy got agitated even more, to Dasha I cannot otlishit. Indeed you are a mashter. Well to perekushit shamy time.
According to the sign of the pin the young woman with a tray full of food approached a table. What there was only not! Fried fish, baked shrimps, tentacles of an octopus, unleavened cakes, cheese, sour cream, hot sauce and whole mountain of fruit and vegetables.
Without wasting time I grabbed a piece flat cake, dipped in sour cream and stuck into it teeth.