Gulliver sang his romance;

  Over the abyss on the eve of hell-paradise,

  I want to receive mercy from God!

  I will turn to him, burning with my soul,

  Point-blank question: die or live!

  A lightning strike showed evil,

  That will of the offspring of black thoughts!

  And hatred, tearing my heart,

  What stirs my rebellious mind!

  I can be proud of my beloved

  Get rid of the executioner of chains!

  Let the saints rejoice in the temple of the face,

  I will dedicate a prayer of terrible days to them!

  I do not need someone else's greatness,

  I braided my sweetheart's curls!

  We perish before the Almighty only two,

  The Archangel raised his sword, the metal flashed!

  I told the girl: we will be together,

  Live happily ever after under the sun!

  And to protect beauty is a matter of honor,

  So that the star does not go out in eternity!

  So know the aromas of heavenly booths,

  I can't replace a sweet kiss!

  In the arms of caresses fabulous wonderful,

  And I don't care about worldly storms!

  Gulliver sang a good song. And fun and playful at the same time.

  And while he sang, the orcs were really engaged in robbery. In particular, they tortured a captive boy, on the subject of where the Marquis de Sade had gone.

  It was extremely difficult for the orcs to capture this warrior and sorcerer at the same time.

  The boy looked about twelve years old, although everyone in this world looks like children, regardless of age, for a start they began to flog him by tying him to goats.

  The boy groaned softly and pursed his lips. But he didn't want to reveal anything.

  They beat him for a long time, until the boy's bright head swayed, falling on its side.

  The orc splashed ice-cold water from a bucket in his face. And the young warrior came to his senses.

  Orc growled:

  - Speak!

  The boy hissed, in response, with difficulty catching his breath:

  - I will not say!

  The executioner hit the boy again. He shuddered.

  The Elder Orc remarked:

  - It would be necessary to fry his heels with a spark!

  The orcs are pretty grunted!

  And then one of them went up to the fireplace and set fire to the torch. The boy, almost naked and slashed all over with the blows of the whip, looked pitiful and touching. His bare, round heels stuck out and looked helpless and pink, like a child's.

  The fire, with its predatory tongue, carnivorously licked the child's sole. And the boy how to scream, from hellish pain. And the flame burned the boy's feet painfully.

  The eternal child roared and twitched frantically, but the ropes were very strong.

  And the orcs laughed wildly at the boy's agony. And it smelled very appetizing, like a barbecue.

  Gulliver, fortunately, did not see this. Otherwise, I would really have roared with annoyance.

  The viscountess whipped the boy again with a whip and asked:

  - Have you ever wanted to become at least sometime in your life as Almighty as God?

  The boy captain nodded.

  - Sometimes I wanted to ... Although sometimes you think, what can be done for people to make them happy with you?

  The girl remarked:

  - Turn, for example, all people like this with us into children!

  Gulliver shook his head.

  - To become, for example, boys and girls of twenty years old, I think, practically all people would willingly agree. But at the expense of children, I have big doubts! After all, in a child's body you cannot enjoy making love!

  The Viscountess giggled and remarked:

  - Well, somehow we are not very upset about this. We have children brought by a dragon. And it solves all problems! Of course, there is some fear of death. People believe in an immortal soul, but no one has proven its existence! And you people too!