" Here, look, nephew. "This is Berta - your mother. Do you recognize her?
" Uncle, I told you that I lost my memory. "I do not recognize anyone at all. But if she is my mother, then why are you beating her?
"This dirty beast hired assassins to kill your father, and she remained regent in front of you. "
It's stange You said that my brothers and sisters were killed, and I myself miraculously survived.
- It's all because this rubbish found bad performers, and they got carried away too much. They went so far as to even wound her.
"What are you talking about, you dirty pig! " The woman snarled, a little away from the blow.
aboutA bird's voice cracked. Said the uncle joyfully and, not in the least embarrassed, approached her closer, hit his face with his boot, pulled up his skirts and raped. Erica clearly led Rudolph, choosing such a position to neutralize and twist the guy, if he decides to do some rash acts. Yes, and for the reaction he watched, whether he does little to pretend and lies about losing memory. When my uncle finished, corrected the bre and kicked a couple of times to prevent the unhappy foot in the stomach, Artem asked:
- And why is this presentation?
- Heh. Nephew, you must learn how to deal with fallen women. She betrayed her husband, and therefore no longer needs to be respected. She is now a nothing, devoid of everything. Even life. She will be hanged at the gate of the castle, when she begins to disperse from suffering, so that everyone will see what happens to such wives.
" And Rudolf? "He was tense as a predator before a decisive leap.
- Noticed? Well done! Will come of you good. Even if you do not lose memory, it has changed a lot, it pleases. Here, - he turned to his comrade-in-arms, - see what my remarkable nephew is growing.
" Yes, I'm not smart for years. " - And they both laughed. And similar views with a visit to the camera were repeated more than once. He beat her, broke her bones, raped her. With the bones, he acted carefully, so as not to kill or strongly not to ruin by chance, and so he tried to inflict maximum pain on her with minimal damage. And every time these executions were obliged to attend our hero accompanied by Rudolph, who, from that very evening in the tavern, followed him literally on the heels, except that he did not go to sleep in an embrace.
From the hall, Eric went to his room. The next two days he spent in walks around the castle, going to the kitchen and a healthy dream. When he managed to escape from his eyes, he mastered his body, as his physical abilities were unclear for him. He jumped, pressed, pulled, tried to work with heavy objects and so on. This idyllic picture was only occasionally interrupted by campaigns to an unhappy woman, who was waiting for another portion of torture and bullying. The farther it went, the more Eric, it seemed that this most venerable uncle Carl himself ordered his brother with the whole family to remain the sole ruler. Forgive me, but this confusion with the names is completely unbearable, so in the future I will call Artem Eric, especially since all those around him believe so. On the third day, our hero, accompanied by a small retinue, advanced towards the generic vault of the Lenzburgs, which stood next to Halvilli Lake, to bury the relatives killed by hired assassins. Everything went quite calmly. They spent the night in a small tavern at the abbey. There he overheard the conversation of the peasants about what miracles are happening in these glorious lands, as the rumors of Karl's open and unconcealed joy, from the meeting of his living nephew, have already reached the enclave. Did he decide to give up his interests, of which he never made a secret? Business Alas, but there was no special mind to understand why Uncle so carefully met our hero. He was thinking of some combination, in order to wash himself off from fratricide in front of the count. And in this combination, an important role was assigned to Eric. The most obvious will be to write it off at a monastery or send it to a crusade. Itself is voluntary, because he is an intelligent guy and understands what he lacks goodwill. And then assign the rights, according to the will of an accidentally deceased, from some kind of fever or chronic constipation of the nephew, and get the desired flax into a complete and undivided possession. Therefore, all the way back to the castle, our newly crowned hereditary baron thought out ways to escape. In fact it is necessary to run with mind, and that will catch up and will make something terribly unpleasant. And then again catch up Returning to the castle, they made a ritual of visiting poor Bertha, who was once again raped and beaten, and then climbed into the hall for dinner. At the table, Eric spoke about the desire to go to the Holy Land, in order to glorify the memory of his father, that he fell from the hands of scoundrels and all that in the same spirit. This arrangement of the uncle completely satisfied, for his dream is not enough that it was finally implemented, but also implemented in a very clean and neat manner. Therefore, he supported the zeal of his nephew and asked Rudolph to take up the equipment for the guy. The old cunning man behaved so naturally that only the desire to impose on him a group of dozens of armed servants prompted suspicion of a dirty trick. Too hard he imposed them. Probably they will have to interrupt the way of the young baron, of course, during a heroic struggle with the infidels in the Holy Land, that is, in two or three days' journey somewhere in the forest. To give reason for suspicion Eric did not, but because they agreed on the fact that he equip horses, give armor, weapons, armed servants and money for the road, and he, in return, transmits, for the duration of the campaign, his rights to flax beloved uncle.
A week later, in preparation for the march, the young baron asked his uncle to give him a teacher, for training in equestrian combat. Since with his current skills he is more of an equestrian target than a warrior that is going to liberate Jerusalem. Uncle of this idea, of course, was not enthusiastic, but it fits perfectly into his scenario of a loving relative, and the people must remember how he, a caring uncle, prepared the guy, or else they would say that he said he was sending a guy as. So the teachers singled out. It is quite predictable that they turned out to be Rudolph. After two weeks of horseback riding, where they practiced landing and simple parts, they began to leave in full armor and learn how to maneuver, and with arms to wave in a cavalry fight. Of course, not to death. For Eric, this was all again, since in that life he always converged in the cabin only on foot, that on the bugurts, that in the tournaments. The science was good, although it was given away with extensive bruises, but a much rubbed booty, so after two months it became very nice to feel in the saddle. Of course, even to a satisfactory result, he was still very far away, but time was already running out, as his uncle began to strain in the nephew's company, all showing that it would be time for him to fall back to distant lands. The guy at us was clever and understood hints. Began to catch the moment. And now, three days later, my uncle left on business in Baden. It was decided to take immediate advantage of this - he went to Rudolph with the proposal that for the sake of learning, it would be possible for them to go on a campaign for a few days. His proposal was pleasant, and was favorably received. It is decided to advance at dawn. For a campaign in the Holy Land, his uncle used to dispatch 50 denarii to him. As a result, forty denarii he sews into the belt like a nest egg, and spends ten to ensure that his mail was brought to a proper state - that is, large holes were eliminated in it. He left the remaining coins in a leather purse to the waist, in order to show that he takes with him on the road not all. At night, the most difficult thing happened: it was necessary to get into the dungeon to Bertha, in this partisan raid he took only a small knife with him, which he stole in advance in the kitchen. She, of course, is not his mother, but this insidious peasant, who considers himself an uncle of our hero, needs to leave a surprise so that life does not seem to honey. The guards peacefully slept in their komorka, even without putting up a fast, and the door to the dungeon itself was open to allow for a little airing. Approaching the cell door, he quietly scraped it.
