Book: To play, to live. Book 3. Debt

The dwarf smiled shyly - I do not Stanislavsky, but didn't believe even for a moment, then continued:
- We can offer you a full range of marauding exhilarating - two hours and a measly ten percent of the extracted property, three hundred of our experts will beskrevet from the castle all the way down to the lime between the stones. Last beggar once after a us these walls won't find something to make money and grief hanged himself with his own belt, for the other piece of rope for these purposes, to find can not.

Of course, equal society - a utopia. But society is powerless - it's scary. I don't know the right way, the mind can't tell. But I have another counselor - conscience. I will take justice into their own hands, and do it out of my soul. <...>
- How many people in the castle? said I'm Oksana, what with the fearful hope looked from one soldier to another, still not believing that all of this Horde of men and warlike lady, off the ground and run to solve its problems by punishing the torturers, and rescuing friends. So be it native, you believe. The Truth is, and the "Russian war don't throw".

- Calm down? - calmly said the Fallen.
- But hold! - did not cave in I am.

Still, a flawed man without a loving woman, felt some discomfort and vacancies - walk the draughts and dreary the wind is howling through the empty recesses of the soul. Only not the doll need with Botox lips, and a real woman. You turn around and catch her cheerful look, do something sensible, even tiny, she delightedly clap your hands, you won't succeed - and she will pick up a... Friend, partner, partner...

... now I understood perfectly, than bribing their followers all kinds of dark deities. Banal need for power, power and game instincts. Own insignificance, but you cringe with envy at the sight of a mighty warrior? On the altar it! So, at the time, not weak frolic medieval Inquisition, spending serious work on gene correction of the population. Still, if hundreds of years to declare every pretty girl a witch, the output will receive the same fear and horror that in enlightened Europe called modern women.
And it is so hard not to give in to temptation - you refused rustic beauty - she's a witch! And the Holy Catholic brother challenged him and passion as you want to get the victim in the torture basement, to undress, letting the lustful drool, shave the whole body very carefully to see it, in the search for devil's marks.