Eyshan burst out crying again, it was like her breast couldn’t take out sobbings, was breaking off, blocking breath. The terrible scar didn’t frighten her, she wanted so much to appear at that moment near Iskander, she would console him, would support him, help to demolish captivity burdens even she had to become a slave herself.
"The work wasn’t difficult. But Frey removed me from housework soon, having left me as the personal slave. I live in his room, I sleep at his foot, on his bed or when he sleeps in a recess where the cage was, on the plank bed, also at the foot. I still shudder, remembering the humiliation when I caught Frey's urine with my lips. I do not anger him, but he gets angry himself, without cause.
Servants tried to take it out on me, but I flared up and hit one of them in reply, and then the inspector of the house told me, he would complain about me to Frey. I was afraid of punishment but didn’t ask him about anything. The inspector complained that I didn’t obey him, Frey grinned only.
"He has to obey me, not you." — the Viking told. Since then servants didn’t stick to me. Only hissed something angrily, passing by, and only when Frey was absent. When he came back, he immediately dragged me with him. Forced to undress, and felt me, carelessly squeezing my genitals, playing with my nipples to remind me that I had no rights. If I tried to close, he flew into a rage and beat me up. Once he forced me to spread legs and kicked on the genitals, at the same time, I had to sing some song of whores on northern. I was burned with shame, it was painful and shameful.
"Such a good boy," — he praised me, bent over and kissed on my lips. To humiliate me more deviously. All night long I suffered from pain, my genitals swelled and ached. I was in pain to walk and to urinate a few days.
And then I saw her again. I constantly tried to discover an opportunity to see Tristakinnia, but destiny didn’t bring us together in any way. Once I saw her in the yard. She stood and smiled, probably, enjoying her beautiful and carefree life. I involuntarily approached closer. I wanted her to notice me. And she did.
“Iska! You?”
I approached, admiring her heavenly beauty. Probably, my look was too impudent, she frowned her beautiful eyebrows and asked:
“What are you looking at?”
Something came across on me, and I told:
“I love you!”
I already understood the northern language, I studied from slaves, and sometimes Frey taught me.
I knew I would be punished for these words, but it was like the meaning of my life was inside of these words. It was happiness after which one may die. As learned the divine truth, I wasn’t afraid of punishment."
Eyshan began to hate this silly northerner. The beauty swallowed tears, without trying to keep them anymore. What a pile of rubbish, how couldn’t she understand that any young warrior, seeing a beautiful woman pleased his eyes. And slaves were punished for a look at a woman, especially if the owner was such a torturer. Why draw attention to this look? She is an idiot.
"Tristakinnia was struck dumb from surprise and impudence, turned her heaven gaze to Frey.
I didn’t see him approach. My reason forgot about care when I saw her.
“Do you try to tempt my bride?” — Frey grinned, – “And you, Kinnia, are pleased, of course.”
New hit. She is not a sister to him. It was silly to hope for it.
“No, master, but it’s impossible not to love her” — I didn’t try to justify myself, I understood that I just used an occasion to chant the praises to the woman I loved, – “You are beautiful as a paradise maiden and kind as a goddess. I am a slave here, but my heart in bigger bondage …” — Frey hit me, bowling over.
How many troubles this love brought me!
I was tied naked to a tree, having poured over with sugar water. Under the tree, there was an anthill. I twitched, trying to shake the insects, shouted, worst of all, the tree didn’t give a shadow, and the sun was burning me directly. Northern big flies, gadflies, stung painfully. The torture was intolerable. Frey and Tristakinnia were right there, together with other Vikings. I behaved improperly to the man, I howled and twitched, I realized little, I didn’t want to die this way. Frey approached and struck the tree with a stick. Then I understood that the torture had only begun. Frey disturbed a hornet's nest, and immediately wasps attacked me, stinging.
“Do not leave me, master!” – I remember, I shouted. And the dark fell.”
Eyshan as if she was agonizing too, she showered with damnations hated Tristakinnia who hadn’t stood up for Iskander, she damned her on Celtic and larabavian, wished the eyes of her husband to revert from her, wished her children to abandon her, wished there was nobody to stand up for her in front of Elokh as she didn’t stand up for the man who loved her so much.
Now she knew the image Iskander stored in the heart, but now she had other things to worry about except for jealousy. Eyshan, as if moved in time, got in the dirty northerner’s stand, in the suffering husband’s stand, Eyshan just couldn’t understand Frey, to get in his stand. Tristakinnia was unworthy, Iskander - young and romantic, but Frey… Such offsprings of Iblis were unclear for her. Such an insensible villain couldn’t exist. Was it really possible to enjoy other’s sufferings? Eyshan right there called herself to order evilly, oh, yes. She would enjoy, enjoy the revenge to these demons. Though, enjoying revenge is one thing, but Frey had nothing to revenge Iskander for.
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