It was getting dark. Eric went to the inn. There were so many impressions that sometimes he even smeared in them. Therefore, he firmly decided not to drop to the level of what surrounded him. And he did not wash well. To realize these thoughts, it took more than a spacious room in an inn, you need a small house. Information about the houses and prices for their rent was bought from the owner of the yard for one obol. At first the Baron was even surprised at such talkativeness and activity, but everything became clear when a proposal was made to show one interesting proposal right from the morning. It turns out that our little informant, inherited a small two-story house. The exit from the leased building was to a paved cobblestone road, there was a basement, an attic and a balcony. In general - the guy of our guy was intrigued and in the morning, a little light, they were already inspecting the room in question. It was somewhat damp, a lot of garbage and it is obvious that the stove has not been heated for a long time, as part of the wall was slightly moldy. It should be put in order by washing, cleaning and drying, but in general - it is quite accurate and strong. Particularly pleased with the massive oak door on the bolt and metal hinges that opened outward. When they started talking about payment, it turned out that this pleasure is very cheap, only a week's obol. Everything was very strange. Therefore, when Edwin left the door, the baron snatched the knife and put it to the throat of the innkeeper.
- Tell me! The guy said softly and coldly.
What? What to tell? - frightened the man, looking around frightened.
" Tell me, why does not anyone live here long? "What happened here? Why are you selling for this price?
" Nothing has happened here, my lord. "And I sell so cheap only because of the kindness to you.
" Dear Edwin, look into my honest eyes of a nobleman. " - the poor man looked there and was warped - he had not yet met such a cold and malicious glance that sees him through and through. "Now I'll ask you one more time, and if, again, you decide to lie to me, I'll cut your tender, fat throat. "Few of this - I will say that it was so. You understood me?
The poor man nodded quickly, clapping his frightened eyes, and large drops of sweat appeared on his temples.
"Edwin, tell me, are you so kind, why does not anyone live in this house? "
"It's all her, she's " Pale as chalk, he swallowed a lump that rolled to his throat.
- Who is she?
" My niece. She lived here with her husband. And when he went into the crusade and disappeared there, she could not stand the grief and hung herself.
" Did she hang herself here? "In this house?
Yes! Here on this beam - he stretched out his hand, pointing to the crossbar across the entire ceiling of the second floor. Eric removed the knife from his throat and he hastily grabbed for it, checking the integrity.
"What did not you say at once? "
" So you refuse to rent it. "Everyone refuses, as they learn.
" Listen, good man, my promise is in force-if you lie to me again, even in trifles, I'll cut your throat. "I was clear and convincing?
Of course. My lord, you have a divine gift to convince people!
- Here's a fine fellow. And do not worry about the niece of the deceased, the noble should be ashamed to be afraid of something or someone. And even more so the spirits of bad girls. I'll take this house for rent, not for a day, but for a couple of years. So rejoice. And for trying to deceive me, I'll pay you half as much - on the basis of every second Sunday, for two weeks ahead. Does this condition suit you?
Sir! Sure! It suits me completely! I will immediately send people here, that they cleaned everything up and washed it.
All right then. That's agreed. Here, take it, it's a deposit for a month.
Having said this, he threw two obols so that flying overhead, they fell into his hands, but the man could not catch them. Playing in an inept clown and still dropping both coins on the floor. And then fell to his knees in order to pick them up. The floor was covered with small debris and a thick layer of dust, so the chance of loss was really great. The guy looked at the behavior of the owner of the tavern, silently grinned and, slowly, went to the exit. Out on the street they both came out more than pleased. Eric was pleased with the unexpected benefit in the form of very cheap housing, and Edwin to what he could, at last, at least to someone to pass this accursed house, moreover for such a long time. In the tavern, our hero was not returning from his hand, and so he went to the city square where the bargaining was located. There, a local guard was quickly found, who, after giving a denarius, drank sharply from the late Bert and Henry von Lenzburg. Seeing the interest in commercial affairs, with such a virtuous person, the guards showed the most running places in the iron ranks and led him to the village elder, which followed the market. The chosen place cost a denarius a day and Erik, paying three days in advance, went on a visit to Gottfried, in the hope that he had already returned to the farmstead.
Eric was pleased and in his head there were tunes of various funny and cheerful songs, heard by him in a past life. He would have walked up to the blacksmith himself, had it not been for the selective mate, that he was so loud that he would rumble through the streets with a melodious echo. Stopping and listening, it became obvious that the master had already returned home. Which, however, he has a gentle temper and a gentle voice! A little later it became clear that Ulrich is the one who, by stretching wire, managed to make all the blanks of smaller diameter, so now all eight kilograms of iron blanks need to be reworked. Having made the poor pupil happy with his trembling participation, Gottfried glanced at his guest. He chuckled and, apparently realizing who had come to him and why, silently pointed to the door of the house and went there first. Language found immediately, because the baron almost from the threshold said the price of training - for a denarius a week. Study conditions are free and very free. In general, everything was developing as well as possible. Too everything and too good, even somehow strange. The next month passed fairly calmly. Odd days of the week, except Sundays, there were classes in the smithy, and even then not from dawn. Even days passed in training, horseback riding, domestic chores and language practice. The fact is that in the evenings he was engaged with his companion by the language she was carrying, and practiced in writing with the help of a goose feather. In the market, things went well, and therefore by the end of the month all the trophies were sold, even beads and it turned out to be sold. So, after all the spending, by the end of the month they had just a huge fortune - a total of about 35 Viennese silver marks. This is 10 kilograms of silver! With this money, he could live to a very old age in peace and contentment. But alas, peace is not his destiny. By the end of the month Eric began to notice strange people who regularly pass near his house, watching him and in general - showing an interest. This alarmed and one evening Eric shared with the girl his observations. It turned out that she also noticed them, and even on the market - all the familiar faces who often approached and asked, asked the price and generally tried to talk heart to heart. Thinking about what, what, Morrigan and they came to the conclusion - they were lost in the armor. The fact is that the armor was expensive, and their owners were completely not numerous and never ferocious. If we combine these two facts into a single whole, it becomes quite obvious that they want to be robbed, but they are being watched to find out where the money is hidden. Yeah, it's called - finish the game. After all, only fifteen people are observers! In the morning he left Morrigan to stay at home, under the bar, and let him in only by the sound signal - he had to knock in a special way. And he walked calmly to the smithy. Where I discussed the situation with the master, I started to work, but not one, but all together. Before lunch they worked, making so-called siblings - spatial constructions of four thorns, assembled in such a way that no matter how one puts it - one will always hang up. It turned out about a hundred. After taking away the crafts, he went to the market to buy two more simple crossbows, bolts, unloading with a hook and a light spear. At the very end of his promenade he walked to his house, demonstratively rattling his equipment, passing by one of the observers. And in the jocular question of where he put it so, he said that he was leaving the Templars tomorrow for the Holy Land, and now he was preparing. Having come home, he began active preparations to repel the assault. All the windows were blocked with shutters on the bolts, the door was securely closed, a barricade was installed at the entrance to the second floor, the entire first floor was neatly packed with drifters, next to the window sills, too, they put a little. In general, all the preparations lasted until dusk, so when there was a rustle near the door at midnight, they and Morrigan, already at the barricade, had three charged crossbows and a hope for success. Strange as it may seem, these waggons were able to open a massive bolt on the door rather quietly, like the creaking door itself. Stepping through the threshold, the first shadow clenched in confusion and jumped back, apparently stepping on the drone. The people who followed her were already smarter - they moved their legs, not taking them off the floor, than they simply moved the saber to the side. There were seven of them. Eric touched the girl by the shoulder and they took a crossbow aimed. They aimed at the neck area in such a way that the bolt that pierced it through such a distance would damage the person following. After the first volley, four moons fell, moaning and moaning, and the three men sat down in fright. Then they knocked over. Stumbling into the darkness on the barricade, and shlopotav a couple of times with a spear in the stomach, they quickly cooled down and began to fire the positions of the guys from the doorway. The besieged had to fire back in the same way - Morrigan charged, and Eric fired. After the seventh shot, he felt a strong blow to his right collarbone - there hit a bandit arrow. Weakening, he began to give orders to the girl about how to shoot at fast-looking figures and so on. After about five minutes, he lost consciousness. For him, the battle was over today - eleven to one, a good result.
