The Scythian Page #2

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Before the image of Perun.

Then?

Lead me.

Where's your boss?

I did not see him.

Not here, sir...

Since he left the prince,

I did not see him.

Where are you taking me, can I?

An ancient place?

Secret place?

Here's Peruna your. He

swears before his character.

I swear by the sword, the hand of

lightning, I give an oath to you.

I will help Ljutobor save the

wife and son from the camp.

Lively and healthy.

-Live and healthy.

He can not swear here because

he does not believe in Perun.

Who are you? Show yourself!

He believes in other gods.

Ancient as well as his people.

A great nation that has disappeared!

They are the last remaining...

Am I right?

I agree that on earth the

most I respect Ares.

But I respect your God.

- I asked you who you are?

Scares me. Release me, you can.

They swear by the sword over the

scabbed blood of the victim.

How do you know?

I do not know, I feel it!

It's blind.

That's you... That's you...

Blind!

Are you looking for death, scarecrow?

- You found her!

He found death.

Untie me.

Swear over the cow

covered with his blood.

I swear.

It's good, you can trust me. You

will not regret it for that.

Kunica. -What?

My name is Kunica.

What did you not strangle me, Kunice?

Not to throw Ares in front of

the image of another god Perun.

That's why I will fulfill my oath.

Tell me how to

live with a woman?

Is not it awkward? -Name,

people in charge, is enough.

You want to be baptized?

Not. The religion that bans

the investment is not for me.

And how can one God be?

Responsible for mountain

and forest and storm...

Are you afraid of your

storm for your wife?

You will not go to Heaven,

remember my words. You will not.

Anger? -And who are you?

I do not remember anything.

Trojan. Trader.

We saw each other once.

And I've heard so much about you.

What did you hear?

- On your strength, courage... - Is it?

Just about it?

The prince asks you. He promised

a great reward for your head.

But I will not surrender you.

Your father took a seat at

the prince's court for me.

And I remember very well, although

it's not very profitable.

For such a prize, my

father would sell his son.

Horses are not rich? - I'm not.

But it will be for you.

Stay with us. Relax.

Eat.

I'll give you horses tomorrow.

And they need a break.

You will not be on tired horses

far away. -Yes.

Horses are really tired.

He just does not tell anyone

that I did not leave you.

He'll think that Trojan blew up.

Nobody wants to do

business with me.

Dear guests, what

God has given us...

Stay tuned.

Somebody! Beast!

Why did you kill them?

They received us good.

Here, she's alive... still.

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