The Mist and the Lightning. Part IV. Ви Корс

money?” – She looked at the heaps of golden coins, sparkling on the thick furs.

      “We were gambling on money, but Tol lost everything again”.

      “And we decided to gamble on wishes”, – Enriki explained, – whoever loses, has to tell a story about himself.

      “Like how he fucked for the first time!” – Tol added. –“Wanna play with us?!”

      “Yeah, right! You’ll beat me right away! You play every day, and me – just from time to time!”

      “So what! We will also tell our stories if you want, that’s even more fun!” – Tol went on.

      “Then what’s the point of winning or losing?”

      “No point! Let’s just tell our fuck stories, shall we?!”

      “In that case, we don’t have to play at all” – Lis twisted his face. “Just sit around and talk about some bullshit!”

      “For you, everything is bullshit!” – Tol said with outrage. – “And I like it! According to you, we should only talk about business all the time! I’m fed up with it!”

      “You definitely should have gotten fed up! You are the one talking about business non-stop!”

      “Arel! They’ve started again” – Carina laughed.

      “Would you tell us what your first time was like?” – Orel asked, and his voice was like velvet.

      “You pervert! Fine!” – She looked at her friends, naughty sparkles lit in her brown eyes. – “I’ll tell you! But you go first! I’ll listen to your stories, and then tell you mine”.

      “You will lie to us!” – Tol roared, not even hiding his pleasure.

      “I promise! I will tell you! Who’d we begin with?”

      “With Squint-Eye”, – Orel laughed, – “He’s always the scape goat”.

      Everybody laughed, too, and Squint-Eye didn’t even blink.

      “I lost my virginity in a brothel”, – he said, – “My brother was the one who took me there”.

      “The one who came here? Berk?” – Lis clarified.

      “Yes”, – Squint-Eye continued, – “He decided it was about time I knew a woman. She was a regular whore”.

      “And the first and the last intercourse in my life” – Lis added, mimicking Squint-Eye’s indifferent voice.

      Everybody laughed.

      “Almost”, – Squint-Eye replied calmly, – “That’s it.”

      “Your brother was better at teaching you how to fight and kill, than how to fuck” – Orel noted. – “I can’t get my head around it, how did he do it? Just a snotty brat himself! And I was trained by seasoned warriors, who didn’t teach me everything he taught you!”

      “That’s because he was young and hot-blooded himself” – Lis explained. – “And your experienced teachers didn’t have that ardor in them anymore. That enthusiasm”.

      “Next! Lis, you’re up” – Tol interrupted.

      “It was a girl from my town, we went to school together,” – Lis began, – “It was the first time for both of us. And we didn’t really understand anything”.

      “In my case, it was some made servant,” – Tol said thoughtfully, – “Somehow, I don’t remember shit…”

      “Now Asa”.

      Lis translated the question for her. She scrunched up her nose in surprise, but replied.

      “Anyway, she said it was some ritual festival, she and few more girls were fucked with a special stick by some old lady”.

      “Doesn’t sound like much fun”, – Tol saddened, – “Nik?”

      “My older step sister taught me everything,” – Nikto replied, – “Witch’s daughter”.

      “Better her than the witch herself,” – Enriki sighted with relief, – “Thanks for that, at least!”

      “What about you?”

      “Fuuuck! My story is crap, Tol!”

      “That’s exactly what we want,” – Lis said.

      “Not at all!” – Tol sounded offended. – “I wanted a beautiful story! With details! You were the one who said it was interesting, Rik! So, were the hell is it?”

      “I was twelve years old, twelve or thirteen…”

      “Well?”

      “It was winter. So cold”.

      “And?”

      “She froze in her little bed, kept coming to me. I was warming up her tiny little feet, breathing on her frozen little fingers…”

      “She – who?” – Lis asked grimly.

      Enriki lingered.

      “Mily…”

      “That’s it, enough!” – Orel ordered.

      “Arel, it’s ok, if you are doing it because of me – it’s not my first day here…”

      “Still, that’s enough!”

      “Let Vil tell his story,” – Tol laughed, Enriki’s tale didn’t seem to impress him too much, – “And in detail! When? Where? And who with?”

      “I also don’t feel so good about it,” – Vil got nervous, his face twitched. – “I’m not even sure if I can talk about it…”

      “And what could it possibly be with you! Don’t scare us like that!” – Lis went sour puss, – “Come on, tell us, you newborn pervert!”

      “I’m not a pervert! It’s just…I wasn’t alone there…” – Vil was completely lost, as usual, and gave Orel a haunted look. It really was some resemblance between the two, only Vil wasn’t even his image, more of a caricature of his handsome brother.

      Orel nodded at him: “Tell them whatever you want, any way you want”, – he said indifferently, – “I don’t give a damn”.

      “It… it was a long time ago” – Vil started very gingerly.

      “No way! Really?!” – Lis laughed, and the others followed, and Vil shrank even more.

      “Come on, Lis, stop embarrassing him”, – Enriki stuck up for him, – “Let him talk, even I got curious by now”.

      Orel smiled, he definitely knew what Vil wants to tell them about, and only waited to see how he goes about it.

      “My liege, Orel’s father” – Vil swallowed, finally got his strength together and continued more confidently, – “Summoned me…

      I went up into the room…

      To tell you the truth, I was really terrified of him, his very voice, which was more of a roar, always made me panic…

      So anyway…

      I came up running,