“What do you want for dinner? I will order to cook for you.”
“I don’t know.”
“These sea creatures from the Upper World, although they look disgusting, taste very good.”
“Who smell like a dirty slut?”
“What?! A-ha-ha, Nik, I have no idea what an unwashed slut smells like.”
“Well… like a fish…”
“Well, now, it seems, I will not be able to touch this dish.”
“Sorry.”
“Okay, the black and green grape-like berries are quite tasty.”
“Which are salty?”
“Yes.”
“Oh no.”
“Why? Are they like a dirty whore too?”
“Well, they are wet and salty… but I'm not because of this…”
“Nik! Now I can't eat them either,” Kors laughed, “is there something that does not taste and smell like a whore?”
And Nik laughed too.
“We’ll be right back, and I’ll give the order for the slave to start setting the table. And to properly heat that marble room with hot steam.”
And Kors cheerfully walked through the arches and enfilades, pacing the palace as if it belonged to him, and Nik, limping slightly, silently followed him.
Arel was lying on the bed, and Kors shook his head.
“Arel, how can you be so lazy? You don't do anything at all, you don't do anything. You are not helping us in any way!”
Arel looked at him with haughty indifference and yawned.
“An absolutely useless creature. Cover your mouth with your hand when you yawn. Senseless creature, what should I order to eat? Maybe you should get an injection too, you must be contagious. What am I talking about? And I probably am contagious too. I, too, already have an infection from you. But why didn't I take my doctor with me!”
“Because he’s not really yours, but the doctor of blacks?” Said Nik carefully.
“Well, our doctor of blacks, he doesn’t pretend to be so clever as this red.”
“Because he stayed with seriously wounded Varah.”
“Yes, I let the guts out of him,” Kors smiled. “For you, my love!”
“You seriously injured him, the infection began.”
“Let him die in a puddle of his own shit, there was no need to leave the doctor with him.”
“Zagpeace thought differently.”
“Why are you talking to me now about Zagpeace? I can’t hear about him, and I’m not cold yet, Nik, I’ll be carried away now.”
Nik thought it best to remain silent.
“Arel, don't start biting your nails! Now take your hand off your face!”
Kors looked with regret at Arel’s beautiful aristocratic hand with long thin fingers, “decorated” with black “rings” of unclean ones.