Eric

"Remember, you promised never to deceive me again? "

"Yes, my lord, and I keep my word honestly. "

Well done,What I'm asking you now will be a test of my trust.

"Please, my lord, I am always honest before you. "

"Tell me, do you know the new Commander, Mr. de Morel? "

Yes, I do know

"Does he come to your place? "

- Occasionally.

"And why does he come? "

- Usually he meets with one person, they sit, talk about something, drink a little.

" How often? "Has it started for a long time? When was the last time? Do you know this second?

- About once a week. It all began a long time ago, probably five years already, as they have their meetings with me. Who is this last one, I do not know, but he usually stops by me when he comes.

"Edwin, be clever when he comes next time-send a boy to inform me. "

" Very well, my lord, I will do it. "And if you are not at home, then who will say?

"Or here it is," the baron nodded at Ostrogneg, "or the girl who lives with me. "

Ok. All will be fulfilled.

It did not take long to wait for them, because the next day a boy ran up to inform us of the arrival of a strange gentleman. Morrigan was immediately given the task of additional instructing the guys, which she ran hastily to perform. Actions began to unfold in an accelerated version. Closer to the evening came the information that the meeting took place and a mysterious stranger going to depart in the morning on his business. Eric decided to act quickly, nagging. Taking the Drevlyanin and a loaded crossbow, he headed straight for Edwin. When he saw the guests, he turned slightly white and slightly nodded at the staircase leading to a large and spacious room. The most expensive in the tavern. The door opened with the impact of Ostronega's foot, which, leaning in, immediately left aside from the line of fire. Next to him was a baron with weapons in preparation. The desired character was lying on a bench and completely not expecting an invasion. Eric stepped forward three steps and let his companion behind him, so that he closed the door. Then he began to slowly approach the frightened stranger, until he came close to him and sharply pierced the man in the face with a shovel of the butt. A came up the peasant added his fist, sending in oblivion. While he peacefully dozed, they stripped him naked, tied to a bench, they put a bench against the wall. To be able to interrogate, but he could not yell, they shook his mouth with a rag tape, cutting a small hole in the center. Much can articulate arrogantly, but it will not work. Then they started to do personal things. Nothing particularly interesting was found except for the encrypted letter, and therefore their ward was brought to life by a light blow to the crotch. The process of interrogation went quickly, productively, and when the esteemed Monsieur Gaspar had only three fingers left, and those on his leg, everything was already completely known about the incident that had occurred. It turns out that Baudouin had long been labeled for Jean's place, but he had good co

A small caravan walked along the road to the south-west from Vie