The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

And according to the laws of the Reds, she always remained covered from head to toe, for life without the right to open her face, eyes and body, because she was not a person, but a thing. Kors saw another covered woman in front of him, and it seemed that she was the head of the slaves, because she could speak. The main slave turns to Tyutya with obvious excitement:

“If these black gentlemen are dissatisfied with something, do you understand what it threatens us all with?”

Tyutya only bows low and nods frightened. The mistress gives her a colorful album with pictures and names of dishes. Oh! Kors remembers it well, it always lay in their dining room. This is a menu, and a very good one, by the way. In general, he liked the cuisine in Kudmer’s palace, how the cooks cook, he really liked the wine. Kors several times a day ordered something from this list for himself, his boys, for Nik… Da-a-amn … He circled the picture or wrote the serial number of the dish on paper, without going into the details of the verbose and magnificent names in red. He put a number, marking how many servings he wants to order. Most often it was a variety of meat dishes and bottles of alcohol. Tyutya understood everything, and, taking the menu with his order, she ran to the kitchen. Very soon, she already learned all his preferences. “Yes, but they interacted well and understood each other!” Kors felt funny, so that’s what she remembers about him! What food did he order! It’s funny. And what else?

Chapter 7

Now Tyutya is placing on the table the already brought dishes. And Kors feels that on her face, there, under the cape, she is wearing a muzzle, it completely obscures the lower part of her face, the leather flap digs into her cheeks. Hmm… a wise decision. The Reds know a lot about raising slaves, and a slave who brings food will never be able to taste it herself or spit on the masters’ plate. She won’t be able to do this even through a small gap in the cape, sensibly. Art honed over the centuries. But for Kors, feeling the muzzle on his face is very unpleasant, it prevents him from concentrating. Through the eyes of a slave, Kors sees himself as he enters the room, so tall, all in black, he hears how loud his voice is. Kors says something, but for a red slave, it’s just an inarticulate set of sounds in a foreign language. She is very scared, and Kors is interested in understanding what he was saying at that moment. Today he is disgustingly able to see the events! He doesn’t have power. Does his nervous state affect it? How to finally fit into this alien red of the opposite sex, so that the fabric doesn’t interfere with the eyes, the muzzle doesn’t squeeze the face, so that he can breathe normally, understand speech in black and everything that happens? With an effort, Kors separated from her and tried to stand next to her, just like in his last dream about little Nik, damn it… It worked! And now he sees Tyutya and everything that happens a little from the side.