Tristakinnia got out of the bath. She looked like a spring goddess. Her toned, chiselled body, milky skin, glowing eyes...she knew how to please. Her husband was reading, his face was filled with disgust.
“Frey, do you want me to wear ... local clothes, too?”
“Whatever you want, Tristakinnia, whatever you want,” Frey shrugged and got distracted from reading, “What a nonsense they write in their books.”
For a moment, the man's gaze became carnivorous. Tristakinnia slowly alluringly was clothing the body. Frey closed Nazikhat.
“You don't like the local God?”
“I respect all the gods,” Frey objected, “and I don't like the way the slaves describe him. Their God hadn’t said a word, and they wrote a book based on their slavish thoughts about God! I have heard of such a religion...it’s similar to this one. Only it's not Madham, it's Moses…”
“How do you know?”
“We had a slave, a Jew.”
“You have one topic for everything - slaves! – sighed Tristakinnia “Well, are we going to the city?”
“No, we were invited to the table while you were monkeying.”
“You said we should not do anything, didn't you?”
Tristakinnia wanted to hurt her husband, to trap him. She didn't like the idea of another nation being considered the victors of her kind either, but they wanted peace, and who needed war? Except for people like Frey. Tristakinnia tried to enter this world, somehow, in which she, even if she remained a stranger, but she would try to understand it, but Frey, never recognized someone else's opinion.
“We were invited. Refusal of such an invitation is a statement of a desire to kill. I'm not going to kill anyone here. For now.”
Tristakinnia didn’t know what to answer. She put on her dress, Frey helped her fasten her jewelry, and the couple headed for the dining room.
Frey entered the room, looking like a Northern god, especially in white. For a moment, Amelik and Osnan wondered if they really existed, the Northern gods. Enefrey didn’t recognize the man either; he had unwittingly covered the Sultan with his body, just in case this God was angry. Tristakinnia lost on the back of the shining of her husband. It was the first time Iskander didn't notice her, admiring his tormentor too. Somehow, the fact that Frey was dressed in an Arabesque robe, awakened strange feelings that Iskander couldn’t determine.
“Good morning,” Frey said, not knowing that the Sultan should be the first to speak. In the North, the first person to say hello was the one who entered.
Osnan stroked Enefrey's hair, holding him back so that he could see the newcomer the boy had decided to protect him from. He nodded majestically.
“The first person to speak is the senior official, Torisaz,” Amelik said.
Frey grinned, helping Tristakinnia to sit down, and sat down himself. Sheikh Al-Tol himself felt an animal excitement. Frey, as a Northern predator, projected incredible sexual power.
“Are you being impertinent?” the Sheikh raised an eyebrow.
“And if so, what then?” Frey hissed.
“Stop it,” said the Sultan, frowning. He wasn't going to argue with the guests. The Sultan wanted the meekness to come itself.
Frey lost interest in Amelik.
“How did you sleep, Iska, who did you dream about?” the northerner turned to Iskander.
Iskander ignored the question of Frey, smiled at Tristakinnia. The girl immediately flashed a smile. How he had dreamed of such a smile then! But now she was married.
The Sultan began to talk about the beauty of the city.
“Yes, I'm going to walk around the city today,” Frey said.
“I will give you a guard and a guide,” said the Sultan.
“A warrior doesn't need a guard,” the northerner said. “I want to see the city myself. Unless, of course, Iska will be with me.”
Frey chuckled. Osnan looked at Iskander.
“Iskander?”
“Yes, the wisest?” responded the man.
“Will you accept my request to accompany our guest?” asked the Sultan.
Frey, satisfied, leaned back in his chair.
“Of course, your Majesty,” Iskander replied glumly.
“That is good,” nodded Osnan. He was annoyed Iskander had received his guests so contemptuously.
“Great Odin!” Frey's eyes lit up, it seemed the dining room even smelled like the sea.
“I'll go with you,” said Tristakinnia quickly in the presence of the Sultan. The girl realized Frey would like to go with Iskander alone to start bullying him.
“No,” Iskander said, looking directly at Frey.
The northerner grinned, receiving the familiar golden eyes.
“I want to see the city, too!” she realized that it was the Iskander's pride that rebelled and the men would fight.
“Watch the children, woman,” Frey said, keeping his eyes on Iskander.
“Why don't you want to take beautiful Tristakinnia with you?” asked the Sultan.
“Because Dagaz can't be without his mother all day,” Frey said.
“Because I'll show the guest places a woman doesn't need to know,” Iskander said simultaneously with Frey.
Tristakinnia pleadingly looked at Amelik.
“I will go with you,” the Sheikh said.
Frey sneered.
“No, you won't,” Iskander said.
“I thought you got scared, Iska,” Frey said with a bright, intoxicating smile.
“I have no children, and I can go where you want!” roared Amelik. It unnerved him that something was passing by.
“The cargo will arrive today, and someone must meet it,” Iskander told Amelik.
“We have the manager!” Amelik roared.
Frey was grinning at Iskander, without taking his eyes off him.
“So you just won't go,” Iskander said quietly, looking at Frey.
“Well, Amelik, there may be something they didn't share, and they need to solve it one by one,” the Sultan said.
“When would they have made it?” outraged Amelik.
Tristakinnia raised her hand to the face.
“Don't, Frey,” she said softly as if moaning. But the husband didn’t hear.
After the breakfast, Frey thanked the host and rose without waiting for the Sultan to rise.
“Will someone explain the rules to the savages?” muttered Amelik when Frey had come out.
“Later, Amelik, a little later,” Osnan said.
Amelik's suspicions Iskander had been held captive by this particular family began yesterday when the northerner started talking about hair. It needed to tell Iskander that this was the thing of the past, and he shouldn’t have even remembered it, he shouldn’t have taken revenge for it. Iskander was now the winner and could even ask the entire family of the konung to be his slaves, no one would even notice if they went missing. The Sultan rose from the table, and the others rose, as well.
“Have a nice day. I’m waiting for all of you for dinner,” Osnan came out with Enefrey from the dining room. Tristakinnia was looking around lost.
Amelik came to Iskander.
“Listen… You're the winner now, Iskander. You can ask the Sultan to give you the savages as slaves. The Sultan won’t refuse you…
Iskander grinned cruelly, then stopped.
“We'll just talk to him. That’s it.”
Amelik nodded and touched his friend's shoulder.
“Be reasonable, Iskander.”
Al-Tol approached Tristakinnia.
“I'll show you the Palace. Do you understand me?”
The girl nodded. The Sheikh led her out of the dining room. Al-Tol was surprised to see no sign of Frey. Why didn't he wait for his wife?
Iskander also went out into the corridor and went to the room where the guests lived. The man knocked, but no one answered. The door was locked. Iskander, cursing to himself, went into the garden.
“You're looking for me, Iska,” Iskander's ear burned with hot breath. Frey crept noiselessly up from behind.
Iskander turned to the barbarian.
“Let’s go.”
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