parchment, blackened a goose quill and a bubble.
Completely different I wanted to be engaged, but this person saved me from guards in the market, was going to feed and offered work. Therefore I decided to show everything what it is capable of. And not only from appreciation, but also in hope to get hold of money. And in similar cases it is important to make a good impression at once.
I moved up parchment, dipped a feather in ink and asked:
– What to write?
The pin for an instant thought, and then offered:
– Write a tavern nashvaniye: Shareny Shrimp.
I nodded and earned by a feather.
Ink was the cheapest of davleny berries of a chernushka, the parchment wrinkled and uneven, with traces of roughly remote text, a feather absolutely unsuitable for the thin letter. But, I did not pay attention to it and soon showed to the Pin the required text written by eighteen fonts known to me.
My satellite was obviously mind-blowing.
– To be so shocked! – he peeped after looking at my works. – And so you will be able? – he took an interest and, having taken a feather, «mister Shtyr» clumsily nashkryabat.
I decided that he wants to receive the exact copy and, having studied features of absolutely terrible handwriting, most precisely reproduced an inscription.
– Shran shobachya, – the big guy got agitated even more, – to Dasha I cannot otlishit. Indeed you are a mashter. Well to perekushit shamy time.
According to the sign of the pin the young woman with a tray full of food approached a table. What there was only not! Fried fish, baked shrimps, tentacles of an octopus, unleavened cakes, cheese, sour cream, hot sauce and whole mountain of fruit and vegetables.
Without wasting time I grabbed a piece flat cake, dipped in sour cream and stuck into it teeth.
– Correctly! – the Pin approved my actions. – Eat, eat. When still poluchitshya it is so good to eat.
I only smiled and having swallowed a floor of flat cake undertook the fried fish.
On a table the jug of wine and two leather mugs appeared. As it turned out, for that short time so far I finished with flat cake the servant managed to descend on kitchen and to return with drink. Only now I paid attention that it absolutely naked apart from a tiny loincloth which did not cover a hip and on a third.
I lifted up eyes on the woman and heart clenched from sympathy. The hunched figure traces of a beating, on the bald head covered a fresh scar, the forehead is spoiled with a brand, the eye is turned in a floor, on a face hopeless melancholy, the neck is squeezed by a slave collar.
While I examined the poor creature, she was developed and limped on kitchen. The pin caught my eye and is perfect it having misinterpreted, grinned:
– Nravitshya? Do you want it?
I rocked the head here and there and lowed the filled mouth:
– U-at.
Then ate up and already normally answered:
– No. It is a pity for the poor creature.
– And what it to go crazy? – the Pin was surprised, sipping wine. – She is fed, give to drink to her and meshto where to poshpat, given. Work only, you do not lenit also to a business vsha. You at our poor creature were: without hearth or home works. Golodukh yes bustle from a strasha.
I noticed that it is better on freedom to starve, than to eat too much in slavery.
– Well-well, – clapped the Pin me it can do and suddenly waved a hand. – Hey, shyuda! – He shouted and explained to me: – Here and drushya mine came.
To ours at a table two soundly dressed men approached, greeted the Pin and by his invitation mudflows. The slave brought to Tutzhe two more mugs.
– Let’s drink drushya, – my benefactor exclaimed, spilling wine.
Drank.
I took a good sip too, but continued to lean on the fried fish, saucing her. It seemed, I am more tasty than nothing in life did not eat and to stop pleasure of saturation there were no forces.
Suddenly in a conversation of my messmates slipped the word «chasteners», and I pricked up ears.
– Similar to their work. All are dead: protection, members of household, servants. And fifteen best mercenaries in guards were. Both locks reliable and magic protection. And nothing helped, – the bearded story-teller lamented. – Here it as leaves: though you are a merchant notable though the servant of the possessor, and will order you to chasteners and remember as called.
– It is good to see the customer forked up if the vladetelevy servant were not afraid to ruin, – shook-headed his lean satellite.
– So to chasteners to a vsha it is uniform, – the Pin hemmed, – though the possessor will be sewn by eshl ponadobitshya.
– Quietly you! – hushed on it bearded, having turned the head on the parties. – Do not bring gods of the servant of the possessor will hear.
– So I only shred shvoy, – waved away the Pin.
I finished a meal meanwhile and, drinking wine, fought against yawning. Having not felt hungry any more and, probably, and would not get already. The stomach was incredibly inflated, and I absolutely got drunk with satiety and hardly battled against a somnolence.
My state did not remain unnoticed, and the Pin with a smile addressed me:
– Well nayelshya?
I nodded, feeling that the person grows stout in a grateful smile.
– Here and well, – my benefactor was delighted and shouted: – The owner rashcht!
The fat man approached and reported that from us exactly two silver.
– Vshe of a shlyshala? – the Pin took an interest, and having received confirmation, addressed me: – Well, Lansh, you wave to pay for my ugoshcheniye copper, gold or silver?
I shook the head and smiled.
– No, of course, you know – I have no money. But I will work. I will work everything.
The pin grinned enough, slapped in a palm and indicated me.
– This shelovek, spoiled my imushcheshtv on two sherebryany and otkazyvayetshya to pay. Under our laws I declare that from now on he my slave yet not rashplatitshya of highway it is full!
– Hey, – I was indignant trying to rise, – I did not spoil any property!
But acquaintances of the Pin seized me by hands without allowing to get up, and the bastard, shortly hokhotnut and explained:
– Food
