The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

“Stupid whelp, you can’t even hide that you’re jealous of me for Zaf,” Kors grinned in his thoughts, “not only are all emotions reflected on your face, also your actions are just as primitive in an unsuccessful attempt to hide the true motives. But at least you learned to stupidly hide your face behind a mask, but you can’t hide your actions. ”

“Vitor!”

Kors realized that Nik heard him:

“Sorry, thoughts are not words, and I can’t keep them under one hundred percent control, thoughts are like black fish in the depths of the mind. They will flash and disappear in an instant, and you will not catch them…”

“Oh, everyone, shut up,” Nik almost groaned. “We are going!”

And Kors smiled contentedly, realizing that, to some extent, thanks to him, the unclean ones didn’t really rest and would go on the road in the rain, and… he liked it!

Nik drank the rest of the way to the prince’s Estate. InKors’ opinion, he simply shamelessly jammed this vile moonshine of the unclean ones, from morning to evening, without stopping, and Prince Arel didn’t lag behind him. The guys drank strong alcohol without restraint, drank it just like water, and this was tearingthe heart of Kors. This was both because Nik openly ignored him, and because Kors was tired of seeing them drunk, and they didn’t dry out.

At some point, at the next short halt, Nik, getting off his Unclean Power, got tangled with a lame leg in the stirrup and simply collapsed on the ground with a bag. It was not surprising and quite predictable. Kors was looking forward to this all the time and was amazed that it hadn’t happened much earlier. He couldn’t even imagine that in such a state it was generally possible to stay in the saddle, ride a horse and not fall under his hooves. Jumping up to Nik, Kors lifted him by the armpits and dragged him to the couch near the fire. In response to his actions, Nik only mumbled something incoherently. And Kors thought that he could now unbandage his face and see what’s with the scar, but he was afraid that Nik would sober up and understand. And Kors wouldn’t be able to wrap bandages around his head like before, and it will be noticeable that he was looking at his face. So Kors simply laid his son on the skin, trying as best he could to smooth the matted and dirty white hair that Nik didn’t comb and didn’t care for it at all, however, as well as about anythingelse.

“Stinking, unwashed and uneducated!” Kors thought angrily, while not for a second ever ceasing to love him and madly want.

Prince Arel came to the parking lot himself, and, having collapsed on the skins laid out by the fire, with confused movements began to unbutton his fly, taking out his cock and starting to piss, lying straight on his side.

“You motherfucker! Do it not here!” Kors yelled at him, pushing him from the perimeter of skins into the grass.

Having buried his face in the ground, Arel didn’t even wake up.

“Well, at least not in your pants,” Kors shook his head, “crazy creatures!”

After a few hours, the friends recovered a little, got up heavily, and, staggering, returned to their horses, while already clutching another bottle in their hands. Taking a couple of sips straight from the throat, they passed it to each other, like a cigarette, and very quickly threw the already empty one aside. Looking at all this lawlessness, Kors involuntarily thought that, perhaps, that was also why Nik and Arel got along so well and fell in love with each other. They were tightly boundby an irrepressible attraction to drinking, and they found themselves an ideal companion and partner in this destructive passion. Because hardly anyone else could make them a worthy couple in such an immoderate use of strong drinks as they were to each other, and they were on the same wavelength. Kors was very tired from their drinking, but he couldn’t say anything to them and stop this mess.

He only hoped that in the end they would calm down and come to their senses.

Meanwhile, the black warriors of Zagpeace and Tol, who arrived in the prince’s lands a little earlier, had already settled in a nearby town and were celebrating their arrival and the successful completion of the campaign with might and main, having fun with the locals at the fairground. Many unclean ones, as soon as they arrived, immediately joyfully joined them. And those who didn’t go for a stroll to the fair pitched their tents in the vicinity and also began to have fun and celebrate with no less enthusiasm and scope.

On the porch of Prince Arel’s mansion sat a large and very well-fed black-and-white tomcat. He slowly turned his head, showing his beautiful white chest, and looked with an indifferent, unblinking gaze at the riders entering the yard. The clatter of horses’ hooves, the jingle of harness and weapons didn’t agitate the animal in the least, the cat didn’t even move its ear. He raised his hind paw and began to lick it thoroughly with great diligence.

Nik, Kors and Arel with Valentine entered the living room on the first floor of the estate.