It will be executed. Pavel said, bowing slightly. And he began to collect food from the table in a paper bag. I tried to collect pieces that werent bitten off. And thank you for that. After collecting a lot of food, he left.
«Thats a nasty butler. Ill sell it along with all the idlers.
«Dad, dont sell Martha. As agreed. Her freedom for three hundred gold pieces. I slammed my fist down on the table.
«This is my son. Thats the way things should be handled. I wont sell it, and I wont use it myself. Not even Zhenya. Let her go as a wench. Let him suffer. And when you dont come back for it in five years, Ill laugh at it in front of everyone. And maybe then Ill use it. Shell be twenty then. Quite a berry will become.
«Swear to me, Father.»
«I swear, son. Five years of your sentence. He fumbled in his pocket for a moment. «Ill even give you a bonus,» he said, placing twenty gold pieces on the table. Take it while Im kind. Youve made me happy. Take a picture of the lady for yourself or save it for later. A wedding is expensive. Also buy a house. Give the priest a bribe. Pay the mayor and mayor for the paperwork. Liberation is not cheap. I got all worked up myself while I was freeing you.