Mirielle had the courage to answer his question. Greedy, she couldn't bear it under her thick eyebrows. Let him stare for hours. He can do nothing. The line will not allow him to touch her with a finger against her will.
- What do you want from me? Why did you kidnap me?
Orshava immediately said something in a foreign language and copied the intonation of a fairy. Translated? The kidnapper doesn't know the pan-Remidian dialect.
He threw a short cut and pointed to the witch's door. The witch spoke outrageously, but the man raised his hand to power to end the protest. Orshava jumped out of the chair. She looked at Miriel uncomfortably and left the room.
The main kidnapper turned to the fairy again. And suddenly she felt the cold in her head. It was as if someone had sneaked in with the window open. It was a strange feeling and it wasn't unpleasant.
And then Mirielle heard a soft voice:
"My name is Arelato. And you?
- Mirielle", the fairy replied before she could understand it.
- Mirielle. - he repeated loudly. - Miriel.
And then the voice in his head:
"Beautiful. What does your name mean?
- It's none of your business," the girl murmured.
She won't lose her cover anymore. She won't be nice to the person who abducted her. Who knows how to sneak into someone else's head and speak without words.
- What do you want from me?
"Nothing. Except you".
Miriel was overwhelmed. She had not expected such sincerity. Yes, he did not hide the wish in his eyes. And Mirielle was not naive and simple-minded. She knew the views of the men well. Shy or openly lecherous, they expressed one thing - the desire to get her body, to have a fairy and to enjoy her. But no man on Remidea dared to speak in the face of such a fairy.
The fairies were honoured and respected. To insult them is an unworthy humility. You can swallow bream, and from the fairy herself and from other men who wanted to punish the brazen man.
Mirielle is used to having greedy looks, but not shameless speeches.
- You will not be able to do anything more.
"What will not work?
- You will not get me against my will. I am protected by the devil.
"You misunderstood me. I will not rape you. I want to study you. On Mercan there are no fairies. They are of interest to me. Scientifically.
Mirielle bowed her head in surprise.
- Scientifically? How is that possible?
"I want to understand your nature. How do you differ from other people? What is so special about you? What are you?
- Is that why you kidnapped me? From my parents, from my fiancé?
"You have a fiancé. Who is he, what is he? What kind of person? Does he take care of you?
Questions without words provoked a storm in Miriel's soul. Dale. What a man he is. Did they care. How dare this scoundrel ask her such questions?! Why should he do that? She won't say a word about Dale!
Arelato looked closely at the girl. And it was as if she had seen the pictures of Dale in him with his eyes. His simple, friendly face. Soft, silky hair. A springy gait. Smiling, warm eyes. It's not like Arelato has cold, tough hair as if you were drilling his intestines.
"Where does he live? Where does he work? Where does he like to go? Which taverns does he go to?
The questions continued to calm Mirielle. And every question was answered with a picture of a place. Dale's house; the workshop where he worked as an apprentice; his favorite food. The streets of Kofa and the path leading from the southern city gate. How often have they walked along it, to the snow-capped peaks of the Gvirat Mountains?
Arelato did not let them out of her sight. Miriel suddenly realized that he had seen all these pictures with her. She doesn't just see them, she lets him show them to him! This is a magical interrogation!
- Get out of my head! - She screamed. - I won't tell you anything about Dale! What do you want to do with him?!
The man shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
"Nothing. I just wonder how he dressed you. The special thing about him is that you made him your fiancé. You could have chosen a powerful lord. Maybe a prince, a prince or the king himself. Or a mighty magician. But she chose a journeyman boy. For what?"
- The fairy chooses with her heart! She doesn't care about power and influence. My mother chose a simple craftsman because she loved him. And I fell in love with Dale.
"Loved him, but didn't make him my chosen one? You are still a virgin.
Mirielle's blushing. It is not enough to hear such things from a man!
- How dare you. How do you know that?!
"Orshava checked it in his sleep.
What?! This witch. Tested? Did she touch at night, insensitive?!
Arelato smiled.
"Magic, not with my hands. Do not worry.
- I don't worry if you let me go home!
"I will let you go if you behave well. Answer questions honestly. Do not resist and do not avoid. I don't have time to worry about your indignation to calm you down. Also, mental conversation requires a lot of effort. And I need strength for another. You will learn our language so that we can speak loudly, without magic. And it is easier for me and you will stay calm for your thoughts.