Iskander knocked to Enefrey's room and entered, without waiting for the answer. The boy stretched on a bed, sensually and unusually. The hands behind the head, one leg was extended, another was drawn straightly in. An inconvenient pose if you don't get used to lying so. Frey lay like that. And now, it appeared, it was convenient to Enefrey. Iskander spitted out: such a misfortune, it was only left to him to angrily grin. Inside the man an involuntary fear moved … for a moment. Enefrey was drowsing. Iskander's son, really, was beautiful. He could have such children with Frey. Iskander was terrified of his thoughts.
The man sat down on the bed, involuntarily admiring Enefrey. The boy opened his eyes and easily awaiting smiled. Frey never smiled this way, no, then once …
… Frey slept on a plank bed, in his room, Iskander lay nearby, at Frey's legs. Since the viking took him to his bedroom and began to put him to bed with himself, it became warm and comfortable to sleep. The plank bed was wide so, even across the place Iskander had enough space. Frey ordered to wake him up in two hours, he had a date. Probably, with her. Iskander knew how to determine the time by the moon and the sun. Therefore, it wasn't difficult for him to wake up in two hours himself and wake up Frey.
“Master, it’s already two,” Iskander didn't touch the warrior. But he didn't respond to the words. Then Iskander shook the man's leg. Frey didn't react again. Then Iskander took his chance, he crept up above and put the hand on a naked shoulder of Frey. The warrior opened eyes, brushed a light look over Iskander, and then the same as his son, smiled to the man …
“Enefrey, what you’ve told to Halim today is bad.”
The boy was silent. Harassments were frequent, Enefrey was ashamed to tell about them. But he didn't feel guilty.
“What was made by Halim is really bad, but not because he is a jackal, and you are a grandson of god but because any violence over others’ will - is undecent.
The boy was silent. Iskander sighed, it was difficult, to declare anything to Enefrey, everybody once considered themselves God's sons, it was impossible to take away from him the right to be a northerner and, by the way, the wife was tired of waiting for him in a bed.
“I’ll teach you to protect yourself from jackals,” Iskander inclined and kissed the son's forehead. Enefrey sensually put the hands on his father's shoulders.
“Thanks, father.”
The severe man tenderly smiled to Enefrey: “oh, really the boy attracts " with displeasure Iskander thought, leaving the son’s room.
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Eyshan truly and obediently was waiting for the husband. Despite the khama*, the mood fell again. She thought about Iskander. They lived ten years already, together.
For all this time they hadn’t become closer, Iskander hadn’t thawed. Whatever it there was in his past, in ten years sands had to carry it away. If only Iskander hadn’t left the life there. If only she knew if only he trusted her, she would rip this pain out of his heart, would kill this evil memory …
The man entered the bedroom. Eyshan threw up her big eyes on Iskander. The man went as an experienced predator, silently and heavy. Eyshan always felt how she shivered when she looked at him from the sidelines. With fear or with passion, she couldn't understand.
Iskander approached a window. The southern sky was silvered with stars, wind danced with a thin curtain, and the air smelled with night flowers. From the garden reached music. The man shook the head.
“He looks so alike … also blond, blue-eyed, and besides is called Frey …”
“What is it with you, Iskander?” quietly Eyshan responded “You were upset by our younger son? You know that he’s blond as the grandma …”
“Who give such names to sons !?” Iskander undressed.
“Northerners. My great-grandfather was Fey,” Eyshan frowned, it seemed to her that Iskander after all had been hiding the reproaches that she gave birth to a blond son.
“Halim, jackal, was inclining Enefrey to sin,” Iskander as if spitted out.
The woman exhaled the scared groan.
“How it is possible? He’s your brother!”
“The jackal says that he’s not the one who longs for our son.”
“My God, Elokh have mercy!” Eyshan threw up the hands to the face, “Enefrey is a beautiful boy … everyone loves him, both servants, and masters, and the sultan wants to make him the successor … but the desire of a man to a man is a sin! I know that men want sometimes boys … but not in our house!”
Iskander threw up his hand to heaven.
“Watch better, men not to remain with him alone. Avoiding sin. And I will teach him to protect himself.”
“Then teach Jallal also! It’ll be offensive for him that you learn to be a man the younger first.”
“All right,” conciliatorily Iskander told, stretched to the wife's lips. Eyshan knowingly, skillfully moved towards.
*Juice with spices
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