“All the whites are alike, alike, yes… I know.”
“You cannot judge the similarity of a portrait.”
“You will see him yourself. This is the best evidence, although everything else converges as well. And the place where he grew up is exactly where your garrison stood.”
“He fooled you.”
“Because he is the son of the devil, yes?”
“Yes!”
“Isn’t it funny for you yourself to repeat this stupidity?”
“No. It’s not at all funny!”
There was a knock on the door:
“Arrested delivered, sir.”
Karina stood up abruptly:
“I'll leave now.”
“Wait! I just wanted to tell you, Karina… you shouldn't blame me… you… you just haven't loved like that yet, that much. You didn’t fall in love. When you love, you don’t think about anything! You just want to be with this person and it doesn’t matter if he is “white” or “not white”, from your world or from someone else's! It doesn’t matter what is happening around, just you are together, that’s all. It’s hard for you to understand me, because you didn’t love anyone like that, for real, then I would look at you! When you love nothing is important, everything becomes unimportant! You are capable of folly and stupidity…”
“And you tell me that?!”
Kors grinned sadly.
“It's hard to imagine me falling in love and reckless, but I was young. I was different! It was so long ago, and love… Love… It explains everything. Yes, maybe it makes you make mistakes, but it justifies everything. And everything pays off!”
“And… and is it more important than duty?”
“And where is the duty?! What are you talking about? What do you mean? If you're talking about Prince Arel and his notes, again, no! This is not love! This is your whim, and it doesn’t mean anything!”
“I'm not talking about Arel…”
“Karina? Karina! What's the matter? Where are you going?!”
Chapter three
Vitor Kors and Nikto
The convoy, habitually following a long-established rule, roughly pushed Nikto into the room. Here, Vitor Kors usually conducted interrogations of the accused.
Lame Nikto stumbled and nearly fell, moreover, one of the guards forcefully pushed him in the back, and the other indifferently hit the legs with a stick.
Vitor Kors, watching this picture, barely restrained a smile and only shook his head. The guards laughed, they were amused by the awkwardness of Nikto and the fact that he stumbled.