The Mist and the Lightning. Part 10
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Hearing that Tol dreamed of drinking with her, Karina blushed, she hoped that he had forgotten that shameful evening.
“We are great!” continued to read Arel in syllables. “And I invite you to the wedding, I will marry Lila. Come, my dear friends!”
And then the date of the wedding was indicated.
That was all. Arel tossed the message away from him.
“Is he mad? He's getting married! Again, Tol, damn him! We need soldiers! Get your ass up and come here with the army! What an idiot! What a moron?!” Arel clasped his head in his hands.
Lis took the discarded postcard and read it too. He saw nothing new there, turned it over in confusion, and suddenly his face stretched out:
“Arel! This is our street. Exactly, Rat Dead End, where we somehow lost fifty soldiers, remember?”
“Come on?” Arel didn’t believe. “I remember very well, but…”
He began to examine the drawing too:
“Now this place is unrecognizable. Is it a fountain?”
Arel passed the message on. Karina saw that the picture depicted beautiful tall houses, all in patterns and decorations, painted in light pastel colors: pink, yellow, blue. The trees were green. There was a fountain. Smartly dressed people were walking around. It was written in gold lettering at the top: “Congratulations! We wish you happiness!” And at the bottom, smaller – the name of the street.
“It looks like Upper,” said Karina in surprise. “These postcards with the beautiful streets of the Upper Town are sold at fairs and bookstores.”
“This is our Rat Dead End,” Arel said. “It’s on postcards now too.”
“No, Arel, this is no longer Rat Dead End,” said Lis, grinning. “Read the street name. Now it is Asa street.”
And his grin came out bitter.
“What does it mean?” Karina didn’t understand. And jealousy sounded in her voice. “Why was the street named after her?!”
Lis was silent, and Karina turned to Arel:
“What for does Tol forgive him?”
Arel nodded towards Lis:
“Let him tell you.”
“Do you have any pretensions to me now?” Lis said defiantly, he tensed, and his face became angry.
“What are you saying,” Arel said indifferently. “Nobody gives a shit.”
Lis looked at Nikto.
And Nikto smiled at him, he held a postcard in his hands and looked at the smart Lower. And he smiled.
“Let’s write to Tol, let him take as many soldiers as possible and come here for a honeymoon. It will be an unforgettable honeymoon trip, he will love it!” Nikto said.
“I’ll write a letter to my father,” Karina suddenly interrupted their blissful state. “I will explain the situation and ask to help you. To send everyone who stayed with him too.”
Arel looked at her in surprise:
“But…”
“I want to contribute to the common cause. Arel, is this a common cause? I'm on the team, right? And I sit and do nothing!”
“Karina! For the fact that you didn’t give up Lis at the trial and pulled Nik out of the cell, for this I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life!” Arel said quite sincerely, and she felt very good from these words.
“This is Nik…” She hesitated. “It was he who taught me not to give up and bring things to the end.”
Karina thought that even if Lis did something to Asa (and it looked like it was), she didn’t care about it. Surely this aggressive and arrogant creature itself asked for it. And yet, when they were alone in the room, she could not resist and asked:
“So what happened to Asa?”
And Lis looked at her, straight in the eyes, without a shadow of embarrassment or remorse, and answered with a challenge:
“I killed her.”
“Oh! Wow! But why?”
“She talked too much shit.”
“Yes, that's for sure. Well, since Tol has forgiven you, it means that he himself understands that Asa provoked you.”
“Yes. And so it was. She provoked me. I wouldn't do that now. I was just… at that moment acting under the influence of emotion.” Some unspoken bitterness was reflected on his face, and he stubbornly shook his head so sharply that the bells tinkled. “And this bitch… she laughed at me, she brought me out.”
He ran his hands over his face as if tired, and smoothed his hair.
“Dumb unclean! She messed up the banks of the river?” Karina said, repeating Arel’s expression. The prince spoke like this when one of his servants did not follow the order well. “There she goes! How did you kill her?”
“With a knife. In the chest.”
Karina came up, hugging him, embracing him:
“Let her go to hell! You did everything right.”
Lis hugged her too.
“Just, you know,” he said very frankly, “I felt so offended. Tol told everyone how you asked him about me. And how he told you about the fact that they humiliated me, put a shameful strip with bells on my face. I realized that you know about it. Imagined how you made fun of me with Tol.”
“Fun?! I was shocked by his story! It didn't make me laugh at all.”
“And they laughed. And Asa laughed. I asked them to stop, but they continued. I asked twice in an amicable way. I said, “Tol, tell her to shut up.” But he laughed and said: “She will do what she wants!”
Karina felt cold inside, because she knew, knew and felt that this conversation with Tol would sooner or later emerge and not end with good. She knew and still asked him about Lis. She shouldn't have asked about Lis! And she is indirectly to blame for Asa’s death.”
“Forgive me, please,” she whispered. “You always suffer because of me.”
She involuntarily squeezed his crippled right hand. Squeezing, she brought it to her face, pressing against her cheek. She began to kiss her fingers. He didn’t take it away.
“Why did they cut off your finger?”
Lis easily pulled his hand without the little finger out of her palm, looked indifferently at the crippled hand.
“I failed the whole military operation when you left me and ran away. I was tried. Military tribunal. Sentence.”