“Is your sword the sword of the unclean?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you get it here? Have the unclean ones brought it?”
“Yes. When Wolf arrested me in Lower, they disarmed me and threw everything away. Arel handed over Power and my weapon to the unclean Borgan, and he then passed them on to Zaf.”
“It is beautiful, it is clear that it is expensive. Does your sword have a name?”
“No, no, I'm bad with coming up with names.”
“However, you named your horse and habir beautifully.”
“Really?” Nikto was surprised.
“Yes. A bit pompous, but in general beautiful.”
“But I have more than one sword, actually. I happen to call a weapon in conversation by the name of the one who made it. The sword of Lumin or Ridiger for example.”
“So many say.”
“I don’t invent separate names.”
“I was amazed today by how you managed to compensate for your disability.”
“What?”
“You got used to it. You fight very well. Sometimes you let the enemy get too close, but in general…”
Nikto just chuckled. Kors watched as he quickly wrapped a wide strip of black fabric around his wrist and put a high leather bracelet on top, how easily he worked with his left hand, tightening the lacing.
“I remember now your steel bracelets,” said Kors.
“Yes. You didn't return them to me. And the rings. And hairpins. All my jewelry has been fucked up by you, Kors.”
“I took off your rings because I wanted you to see the tattoos on your fingers.”
“Do you think I didn't understand it?”
“I have everything, all your things. Also the chain with the ring.”
“Well, this is the ring of your Iness, keep it to yourself.”
“Thank you. I will leave the ring, and I will give the rest to you when we return to the Black City.”
“Your guards took off my earrings,” Nikto said a little upset, “now you won't find them.”
“Earrings?”
“My earrings, Enriki called them rat tails.”
Kors remembered the silver earrings of Nikto, which hung down to his shoulders and really resembled rat tails in shape and length:
“Exactly! I remembered! I didn’t take them off you, you were in the throne room with them.”
“In the throne room,” Nikto shook his head slightly, “I was in a cage, and not in the throne room, your Nolan or how is his name took them off after, apparently he liked them, and others as well.”
“But you found a replacement and decorated your ears even uglier.”