That evening on the streets the smell of festive viands spread. All celebrated the victory. In the house of the Al-Divas, there was a holiday too. Iskander's father and brothers celebrated the victory. Amelik celebrated at his place. But a few hours later the family Al-Tol came to congratulate on the victory the Al-Divas.
Enefeya said she was sick and early left to her room. The northern princess couldn't force herself to celebrate the victory over her people.
Eyshan was sitting near the husband, happy, hoping that now Iskander would thaw. The enemies were won.
Enefrey was sitting at a separate table with children. He one second vividly participated in a conversation, the other one thoughtfully became silent, looking in front of himself. Jallal favorably distinguished from other children, he was the soul of the company, his jokes were the most flashing and mature, he was proud, fair and generous. Iskander had beautiful, decent children.
After the food dances began. Eyshan, as many in the family Al-Diva, strictly abided by the law – not to drink any wine. The guests who didn't consider it as a sin drank young grape wine, Eyshan, as well as her husband, drank young grape juice with spices. The drink didn't dim a brain but made feelings aroused and easily amused.
The children went to play, Eyshan called the husband to dance, Iskander in order not to offend the wife, agreed. They were a beautiful couple.
Dances in the yard at hot southern night, laughter, euphoria, seemed to be tangible in the air, and hop got to Iskander's head. Many ones were frankly drunk. Eyshan laughed, reddened, she always looking a young girl, now as if a bud of a beautiful flower bloomed and scented. Eyshan called Iskander to the house, languidly, heavy and drunk promising pleasures of paradise. The man whispered for her to wait for him and left to be aired. Otherwise, the dreams of Eyshan would be left without the embodiment, Iskander, having concerned a-headed pillow, would fall asleep at once.
The sheikh left to fountains, splashed waters to his face. In the head, it seemed, quickly cleared up.
“… I when I see you, go crazy, Enefrey,” Iskander heard the voice of the brother, Halim. Iskander's blood boiled right there, he rushed to the voice.
“… Well, stop escaping, you, the little fool, kiss me, I’m your uncle after all …” with the husky from passion voice Halim whispered.
Iskander saw that Halim sat on a bench, holding the coiling Enefrey at his lap. Horney Halim’s flesh, it was visible through the white fine fabric of wide trousers, rested exactly between the boy's buttocks.
“Oh… what do you do with me, Enefrey …”
“What are you doing, dog ?!” Iskander flew up to the brother, pulled out the son from embraces of Halim. The boy got up near the father. The man threateningly rose from the bench. Smiled.
“I wanted to caress him, Iskander, but the viper runs from any caress like Iblis.”
“He’s not a maid to caress him,” Iskander's voice was menacing.
“What’s wrong with that? Jallal’s a warrior, since two years it’s been clear, and even he doesn’t shy away! But this one, as if a warmed snake!”
Iskander lashed Halim on a cheek.
“Hey, what are you doing, brother?!” Halim exclaimed.
“Why would the earth carry you, a rabble, how it’s just got to your jackal mind to caress the grandson of god,” Enefrey in Celtic rustled, licked the dried-up lips.
Words failed Iskander. The phrase, the intonation, the timbre of voice reminded him the past. The sheikh already heard this phrase, almost word for word … the man inclined to the son.
“I want to talk to you, wait for me at your room,” Iskander strictly told.
Enefrey didn't know the father knew Odin's language, the boy knew that he had no right to speak so to adults, but mother if was near, hardly would want a scandal, and the grandma too would never give out the grandson. There was nobody else to know this language. The boy didn't move.
“Go to the room,” Iskander persistently repeated. Enefrey quickly disappeared behind trees.
Iskander turned to the brother and having squeezed his shoulder, led him, deep into a garden not to row publicly.
“Come round, brother, Elokh sees everything,” Halim warned.
“Children aren't caressed with the hard dick! Don't blacken the name of Elokh” Iskander spoke squeezed, for the constrained anger.
“Well, look around! Who doesn’t twitch Enefrey? Sultan himself longs for him, and caresses and such is the nature that, holding beauty in hand, the dick should rise.
Iskander lashed the brother on a cheek again.
“He is a boy, Haly. It’s blasphemy.”
“Oh, come on,” Halim burst out laughing “All Libiya is engaged in similar blasphemy and nobody was punished by Elokh yet.”
“Don't dare to approach my sons, jackal,” growled Iskander, leaving, involuntarily noting that a curse he chose the same as Enefrey, and even before as Frey …
Halim burst out laughing after the brother.
“So lock him in a tower, Iskander, you won't forbid everyone who longs your younger to approach him! Sooner or later all the same the sultan will unseal him.”
Iskander impetuously returned and the fist of the man met Halim's face. Halim missed the hit because hadn’t been expected it.
“A double-faced wretch how dexterously you remember brotherhood and spoil in the soul. If I unseal you, would you still stand up for sodomy?”
“Rascal,” Halim rushed on the brother.
Started a fight. At some moment Iskander twisted Halim's hands, sticking his face into a grass, pulled off from him the wide trousers. Halim indignantly moaned.
To them already were running people, having heard the shouts, to separate the fighting brothers.
“Will Elokh approve this too?” Iskander hissed to the ear of the brother, he rested his fingers on Halim's after.
“Mm,” Halim rolled up the head.
“Iskander! Be afraid of Elokh! What are you doing?” the second brother of Iskander, Ashid, put hands as for a pray.
“What happened here?” women asked each other. Whatever occurred, they always asked each other everything.
“Who wishes my younger son, can come to me, I will unseal anyone, and I will decide whether he is worthy to own Enefrey,” Iskander growled, tossed away Halim from himself and went to the house, having left the guests to sigh and discuss the incident.
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