Howondaland

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— Where’s the boss? — Henry burst into the mansion, dragging the boy behind him. — I need it urgently.

— There is no master, — the butler said melancholy. — It will be only in the evening.

— Damn it! And what am I to do with you until the evening? — he looked at the boy. — Back you will not be lucky, you’ll still run away … although it seems that you’re still a moron. Can you speak at least something? Aah, a log!

He angrily pushed the child’s foot as they went out into the street. The boy stumbled and fell to the ground. Silently.

— Henry, why are you offending the boy? And where did you get it from? Just do not say that this is your illegitimate son.

A young woman was walking toward them, followed by a little girl.

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— How do you do that? — asked the man, shocked. — Can you hear me, boy?

He grabbed his shoulder and shook him. The boy grimaced, but did not say anything.

— So, — the man jumped to his feet. — I’m taking the guy! I’m need to showhim to the boss! Does he no longer have any relatives? I would not want an old woman to come to the boss’s house and start looking for her grandson.

— Henry, that’s impossible! Why do you want this boy? — the old man tried to take the child by the shoulder and lead him by the back, but the man named Henry was faster. He grimaced grimly.

— Old man, you know that your hairdresser does not get much money and is extremely in the way of the boss. But I’ve been sheared here for many years and you still work only because I’m standing behind you as a wall. So, if you want to continue to sit still until death, then part ways. I’ll take the boy anyway, but perhaps already from the ruins of your institution.

Old hairdressers parted. At the door, the boy suddenly turned and waved to them.

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— Always six? What nonsense! — laughed the man. — Are you done? Hey, boy, come here!

The boy did not react, he only looked up when the man approached him and grabbed his cubes. But even then he did not ask them back, just looked calmly at the man with black eyes and waited.

He twisted the bones — the usual old dice, and where did the boy just get them? And threw them back to him.

— Show me how you throw, — he ordered. The boy squeezed the bones in the palm of his hand. He shook his small fist and threw the dice.

And then again and again. Sixes. Only six.

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