Legend of Ishi

General Hadzas was disrespecting the old man this time, but he thought that he was doing something for the prince, even if he was going to be scolded by the fierce woman at home when he returned to Hattusas, the capital, he still had to do this job well.

When the old man cut through Inanna's white cotton thermal inner liner for the first time, his hands moved neatly; when he cut through Inanna's black vest and blue sweatpants for the second time, he hesitated a little; When the third knife was about to cut through her bright red underwear, it finally stopped, but luckily the prince also told him to stop.

In this era, linen cloth woven from plant fibers was the daily attire of civilians in countries around the Great Green Sea. Except for white, it was black or brown. Cloths of other colors had to be sold by merchants, and ordinary people could not afford to wear them.

The blue coat on Inanna was originally very conspicuous. In this era, the Egyptians had invented the indigo pigment extracted from indigo plants and woads by crushing and fermenting them as blue dyes, but they never reached This level is the same as the blue sky, not to mention the shock brought by Inanna's bright red underwear.

At this time, the Egyptians could only extract red dyes from scale insects and madder. The mottled and easy-to-fall colors printed and dyed could only be regarded as inferior products, but they were tribute-grade fabrics of various royal families.

Even the prince of the Jagged Empire, who was born on the Anatolian plateau and shook the entire coast of the Great Green Sea, has never seen such a rare and pure color. Could it be that in that distant oriental country, the technology of textile printing and dyeing has already So superb that even the slaves who were sold here could wear such precious cloth?

Inanna had only a small set of underwear left on her body, but she clenched her fists and said nothing.

Under the flickering light of the fire, the blood-like bright red seems to bloom delicate and beautiful pomegranate flowers on the square inch of skin. Pomegranates are abundant in West Asia, but they are extremely rare only on the perennially cold Anatolia Plateau. .

Because Hattusha, the capital, is located on a plateau, and the climate in Anatolia is not pleasant, and the winter is particularly long. The people living there are all weather-stained but tough-minded. Even if you are a prince, you still take the lead. Under the king's seat, he traveled all over the country to collect information.

Although the prince is only 19 years old this year, his brows and eyes are sharp under his gentle appearance. Although his skin is pampered and not rough, it is by no means fair and delicate enough to be pampered.

Even the female relatives in Hattusha's palace use sesame oil and cream for maintenance and massage all the year round, and there is probably no one whose skin is as good as this female slave.

What the prince learned in Hattushas was the thoughts of the emperor, and what he learned from Master Rabaru was the truth of the sages. It is rare for such a charming and distracted moment, not to mention that the queen also strictly prohibited any woman with malicious intentions from approaching the prince.

Therefore, when the prince stared at the fine and white pomegranate blooming on the fine snow accumulated by Hattushas beside the fire, he was stunned together with General Hadzas.

It wasn't until the soldiers guarding the door couldn't help but poke their heads out that the prince glanced at them displeasedly. Seeing them standing upright again, he sighed: "It's really rare, I think my father will be very interested."

The maliciousness in that tone made Inanna tremble with fear, and the prince seemed to understand: "But it might be of greater use to Midawin, it seems that the name needs to be rectified."

He reached into his robe, took out a small purple cashmere sack, poured out a heavy black thing that looked like a ring, and handed it to Hazas. General Hazas shuddered and took the thing respectfully. , pulled out a small dagger from his waist and strung it on it, held it up to the fire and roasted it carefully.

Inanna couldn't see anything, she could only hear the occasional "crackling" sparks from the bonfire, but she could only grit her teeth and tell herself to be patient for the time being.

Seeing that the fire was coming, the prince stretched out a finger, and gently slid it from the two petals of snow tender skin all the way to the smooth and firm back, as if he was stroking the lamb skin that was newly tributed to him as a carpet in previous years.

Inanna trembled from the gentle touch brought by the cold fingertips, and her snow-white luster trembled in the firelight. Although she had the flat figure of an immature girl, she was so perfect that it was unbearable to destroy it.

But as a noble man, the prince has seen too many beautiful and humble things. Even such a rare female slave is nothing more than oriental cloth or lambswool carpets that merchants pay tribute to.

In this age, if you don't put a seal on it, things will be lost at any time.

He withdrew his hands and sat aside, watching General Hazas call Luka to help hold down the hands and feet of the new slave girl, slowly approaching Mixue of Hattushas with a dagger with a hot ring on it, and slammed Press it on the back of the waist.Inanna's head was pinned to the ground by Luca, and an indistinct scream came out of her throat.

General Hazas turned a deaf ear to it, carefully turning the handle of the dagger around, watching the pattern on the ring completely appear on the skin in the form of coke.

The removed ring still had some finely shattered scorched skin, General Hazas withdrew respectfully, and went down the rock peak to dispose of the ring.

Inanna was thrown into the corner again by Luca. Being branded was only the first step. Luca cut a long gash on her ankle in the usual way. The severe pain in her lower back and legs kept Inanna Sober, knowing that escaping is impossible in the near future, this is only a preliminary means for them to subdue themselves, and when the slaves lose the ability to escape, the next step is to tame them.

The wound on the ankle is also an expert technique. Inanna moved her ankle and found that no bones or muscles were injured, but walking became a big problem. She looked at the clay pots beside her and the empty "water bladder" she had thrown aside. ", the "water bag" was stuck above the wound, because of the elasticity of latex products, it was very effective as a tourniquet, and the bleeding stopped quickly.

Inanna leaned back against the wall, dripping with cold sweat from the pain, her clothes were cut from behind and hung on her body, as uncomfortable as wearing a bib, and there was a faint smell of burnt meat wafting out, which made the girl who had just eaten two pancakes feel uncomfortable. Inanna felt like throwing up.

The prince and Luca watched without saying a word, but Inanna's method of stopping the bleeding fell into their eyes, which aroused their interest even more.

At the climax of the moon, General Hazas served the prince and took back the ring, and asked him to go down to the rock peak and enter the tent to rest.The prince strode ahead. Although he was wearing a cumbersome robe, his steps were extremely light.Inanna was also very relaxed at first, but her ankle was injured, and the soldiers chased after her. She almost rolled all the way down, and finally fell into the bushes and was thrown into the prince's tent by Luca.

The tent was covered with thick lambswool carpet, and Inanna left black footprints and dirty blood stains when she stepped on it. She carefully looked at the prince leaning on the big soft bed, leaning on the pillars of the tent and slowly sit down.

The prince looked at the stained carpet and said nothing, but with slightly displeased eyes, he thought that the expensive carpet would be thrown away soon. Inanna had no time to worry about it, so she had to say sorry to the carpet.After all, in my own country, to buy such a pure wool carpet, it takes a lot of money and contacts, and if I run into profiteers, such as "Da Vinci Furniture", it is really a loss. I can't find the way.

At this time, Luka announced outside, lifted the curtain of the tent and came in, threw the white clothes at Inanna's feet, and then left.

Inanna reached out to pick up the clothes. It was a very rough and thorny fabric, but fortunately it was very thick. The style was simple to the point of crudeness. It was a long straight tube, and judging by Inanna's size, it was as big as a sack.This should be men's clothes, but fortunately there is no smell, it may be new. ,

She thought about it, and tore the clothes into several pieces with her bare hands. Luca might have heard the sound outside the tent, and came in to see that she had torn the clothes. His face couldn't help being angry, but the prince didn't make a sound. He didn't want to criticize rashly, so he took another one angrily, and Inanna couldn't help guessing that maybe the clothes belonged to this poor boy, and he was so angry because he took two of his clothes at once.

Inanna looked back at the prince on the bed. The lazy and naturally noble posture was so eye-catching, leaning on the head of the bed, holding a scroll in his hand, but only staring at her. Such a handsome guy might be appreciated by everyone in a democratic society. Rushing to form a relationship with him, but because he had crippled herself without blinking just now, Inanna decided it was better to keep a respectful distance and be obedient.

She wrapped a small piece of rags around her feet, and spread out another larger piece, piled the broken clothes on top of it, then dragged her injured foot, carefully moving her waist to the back of the thick pillar, trying to Blocking the prince's sight, he took off his underwear comfortingly, and wrapped the other two long strips of cloth around his upper body and lower body as underwear.

No matter where she fell, the habit of wearing underwear was ingrained.Although she also wanted to ask to wash and put away the clothes she hadn't changed in a few days, but she didn't have the habit of washing and drying underwear in front of strange men, or a group of strange men, so she had to comfort herself that once she had the opportunity, she would Washed everything in one go.

All the changed clothes were packed into a package by her, and then she touched the second coarse cloth clothes and put them on quickly, and tied the last long cloth strip around her waist, comforting herself that the prince didn't see anything, Only then slowly moved out.

The prince naturally saw everything. Women in Anatolia grew up in the cold and snowy environment, were strong and strong, ate more beef and mutton, and gave birth to many children. Often, the best girls would marry and have children when they were young. , quickly turned into an aunt.

With fat breasts and hips swollen like the peaks of Mount Ararat, Inanna seemed to him no more than a pre-grown girl, with skin that was unusually fresh in color at best.

At this time, the prince didn't understand what a woman meant, let alone had any substantive contact with a woman.

He felt that this female slave was not disgusting, and even aroused curiosity, but it was far from a tame slave.

After Inanna finished packing, Luca came in at the right time, looked at her nondescript outfit and a package at her feet, held back without saying anything, and tied her hands and feet tightly with thick ropes, and tied them to the tent posts.

Considering that the new slave girl was dumb, Luca didn't stuff her mouth with the sheep bones gnawed off by the soldiers.

Inanna calmly watched the prince Shi Shiran get out of bed, wearing that painful black ring on his hand, Luca's expression became very respectful in an instant, he kicked Inanna down while kneeling , let her also lie on the stomach to listen to the training, but Inanna was bundled into a ball, rolled on the ground and could not stand up again.

The prince's robes stopped in front of her eyes, and a cold and joyful voice came from above: "Look up!"

Inanna turned her head and looked up. The tent was lit with good-smelling turpentine, which was amazingly bright. The black ring that had burned her flesh was on the prince's slender fingertips, and it seemed to be engraved on it. People, suns, and eagles, etc., and those wounds will still appear on her body after the wounds are scarred. Unless she digs them out with a knife or brand them again, the shameful scars will follow her for a lifetime.

Seeing the unsuccessful anger hidden in the slave girl's eyes, the prince was in a great mood: "This is the black iron seal that only Bitaido (that is, Hittite, can also be translated as Xitai, Xitato Empire) has in the world. It belongs to the plateau. The glory of the "Thukhandi" Prince Izmi of Bitedo, from now on, I will be your master!"