Due to the fact that Arel participated in hostilities, he was freed from all the attributes of a slave. He was not wearing an uncomfortable collar and the nose ring that got in his way. He could speak.
“Arel, you will stay here with Lis and wait for me. Lis is your master in my absence. Obey him!”
Arel glanced quickly at Nikto with undisguised excitement.
“Don't worry so much,” Nikto chuckled, “I'll be back very soon. Not a whole hour will pass in your world.”He patted the prince like a dog on the top of his head, stroked his completely disheveled braid:
“Arel, is that all? There’s February in your eyes, have you lost your mom? Don’t spoil my blood with your suffering.”
When Nikto and Verniy left, Lis looked at Arel, standing in complete confusion, and even some pity flashed in his gaze:
“You can sit on a chair.”
Arel, silently, apparently, the habit of being deprived of the opportunity to speak all the time, sat down at the table. Lis poured him some wine and placed a bottle next to him:
“You can drink. That’s your favorite.”
But Arel didn't want to.
After a while, Kors came down to them, he greeted Lis.
“Yeah, the Reds lived here on a grand scale,” Kors remarked contentedly. “I really liked the rooms! There are so many antiques.”
“Sit down, Kors,” Lis gestured to a chair. “Have a drink with us.”
Kors sat down and poured himself wine into a beautiful crystal glass:
“And their wine is very good.”
“Yes,” agreed Lis. “They make everything generally better than blacks.”
Kors grimaced in displeasure, clearly not wanting to continue this non-patriotic theme, and asked:
“Where is Karina?”
“Just like you, he enjoys a chic environment. She’s taking a bath, it seems. There is running water and warm water here.”
“Yes. I also took advantage of this. That’s very comfortable!”
“Women do it longer, you probably know.”
“Of course. Let her put herself in order.”
They were silent for a while, and Kors, while resting, drank wine with pleasure.
“Are you going to gather everyone in the courtyard on the square?” He finally asked Lis.
“I will, a little later. I want to wait for Nik and then gather everyone. There’s no rush, let them come to their senses too.”
“They will collect the corpses…”
“Yes,” the face of Lis didn’t reflect a single drop of pity for the dead.