The performance was a huge success! Numerous rehearsals, threats in the form of the prospect of tearing off some blockheads' heads, and rewards for the most distinguished ones were not in vain. The entire performance was played right on the money. And how I suffered with the bear... it felt like a few more gray strands appeared in my hair. It was simply impossible to explain to the beast, even such a smart one, that it is forbidden to rush at the audience and what to do on stage, without lengthy training.
Volkan became my savior - it was because of his gift for communicating with the bear that this performance was started. According to the original plan, I planned to buy a gladiator from Meereen and release him against the beast in an improvised arena. But it turned out even better - the bear had already seen Alkaro and it was not difficult for her to explain what to do and how. Atrakes even made fun of me when he handed me the agreed-upon part of the money for the bear, that I should have gone into acting instead of merchants.
Success would have been guaranteed. I didn't argue with him, because I understood that it was useless, and in my heart I even agreed with him a little - when all the money thrown in ecstasy by the spectators was counted, it came to almost 3732 silver and 615 gold Valar. Translated into Westerosi money, it came to 318 golden dragons. Quite a decent amount. Which was given as a reward to all the northerners participating in the performance. A smaller part, mostly married, put the money aside for future use, but the rest... they, led by Oberyn, immediately after the performance spent all the money on "exotic wine and blonde beauties", again being left penniless.
However, the public in this world was not spoiled by movies and professional theaters, so the exotic plot, blood hidden in bull bladders tied to the body, artificial snow and a small play of light and shadow made with candles, reacted very violently. As agreed, Atrakes, in addition to the sum of ten thousand gold Valars (5000 dragons) paid by the triarch, gave me almost sixty thousand Volantine gold marks. When I asked if he would buy the babies, who could only be torn from their mother by putting them to sleep, the triarch's right hand only smiled and took out two more bags with ten thousand coins. To sum up, after selling all the bear skins, which became very popular with merchants and middle-class townspeople after the performance, gold and precious stones worth sixty thousand gold dragons settled in my chest.
Even after paying the crew's wages and paying all the trade duties at the city customs. Honestly, I'm in shock... I planned to earn half as much, but such a sum... If the pirate brotherhood of the Basilisk or Stepstone Islands, or, God forbid, the Old Gods and the Drowned, inappropriately mentioned, Lords of the Iron Islands, finds out about it, I will have no peace at sea. I had to limit the number of people who can enter my quarters to a minimum, to reduce the chances of thieves and spies at least a little.
In a week,After the performance we were already preparing to sail, when Oberyn burst into my cabin like lightning.
- Felix! - He rushed towards me, grabbing me by the chest and starting to shake me like a straw doll.
- My friend, we need to leave! And as quickly as possible! They are coming!
Somehow freeing myself from the surprisingly strong hands of the panicked Dornishman, I was able to somehow calm him down, giving him a drink of mint infusion and giving him a few preventive slaps.
- Okay, calm down. - Having seated Oberyn, pale despite his olive skin, on my hammock, I stood opposite him and began an impromptu interrogation.
- What is causing such a panic?
Who is coming here?
- Belicio Taragos! He is the merchant my brother sent me to.
- The Dornishman said nervously, taking a few more sips from my wineskin.
- What does he want here? - I became serious. And I really don't like the way that bastard looked away.
- What did you do?! After hesitating a bit and seeing me reaching for the dagger in my boot, Oberyn told me a story that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
- Remember that time we visited his estate, there was this really hot babe there? I really liked her. That same night, I snuck into that merchant's estate and gave her a good... Ahem, you get the idea.
- He said and looked away, seeing how my hands started shaking from the realization of WHO he had stuck his dick into.
- It went on like this for almost two weeks, but today we were caught together...
- So-o-o? - Taragos promised to rip off everything below my back and was about to do it, but I was faster. Like a panther, I slipped out of his house and got here in a matter of minutes.
So we need to sail quickly - his people will be here soon. At best, they will simply beat me, and at worst, they will force me to marry. And I am too young for that!
- By the end of the story, Oberyn had already assumed his usual idiotic and stupid look and began to reach for the jug of wine standing on the table, and I increasingly understood what kind of shit we were in.
This idiot slept with Tarogos's daughter, Rhealy, the bride of one of the representatives of the aristocratic families of the city living inside the Black Walls. Doran will of course buy himself off, but that will be later. And now an evil father, whose daughter's life was ruined by a rogue prince, is heading towards my ships, possibly with his entire guard. It's time to go.
- We're leaving! - Jumping out onto the upper deck faster than the wind, I screamed at the top of my lungs, giving orders to the crew.
- Cast off the moorings! Quickly, quickly, quickly! Hurry as if your lives depended on it! We have to sail out to sea in fifteen minutes.I stood in front of him and began an impromptu interrogation. -
Luckily, all the crew members were on the ship at the time, and we didn't have to search for them all over the city. We barely made it. When the ships were already halfway out of the harbor, an angry and furious Belicio appeared on the pier. He couldn't do anything, but I hadn't heard such a stream of abuse and threats in his direction for a long time.
For a second, I was even afraid that they would send ships in pursuit of us. But everything worked out. So when we went out to the open sea, I was able to give the last and most important order: - Find this burp of the abyss and tie it to the mast. Let him breathe, think. Do not feed him for three days and do not let him off the ship for three weeks.