— I saw you, — he said when the young man returned to the city with a kind of well-fed cat.
The young man raised black eyes to him and grinned.
— So what? Beat me up? Plant in a dungeon? Do what you want.
— She is immortal. You are not.
The boy froze. He pressed his hand to his chest and turned around.
— Then … I go back to her! I’ll spend with her as much time as I can! And do not dare to stop me! She is mine!
Howondaland 