The Hun God Swords - Angel of hope

Untitled Part 32

Réka reached the ground floor, walked over to Attila, who was still standing in front of the tent door, showing his sword to the Lords. A crowded camp of kings flocked around them, all waiting to be admitted to the downstairs hall for the dinner table. This is a kind of privilege, and the number of places is finite.

Who noticed Réka obscured his gaze. He avoided looking into the eyes of the king's wife, whose gaze, shape, and face were so wonderful that he immediately mesmerized the weak man's brain, and after that he could think of nothing but him.

Attila also liked to say this and brag about his masculinity, but only He could make a joke about him. Whoever wanted it, reckoned with his anger, and rested on his own death. Not so other concubines. Attila even gave them as gifts. But only with the wish and consent of Ré ka, and only to whom Réka wanted.

Attila did not understand this, but he did not really care, while his first wife loved only Him and wanted nothing else.

- Sir! Look, and marvel at how mighty the God of man is, who first sends a dream and then makes it come true! I've seen this gun more than once, I was hoping to get my hands on it, and here it is!

"You are the most powerful of all kings, Attila!" And this is how God sees it, so this is a reward. "Gork, who now felt that perhaps His time had come , said these words softly but firmly."

He turned to Attila, then raised his eyebrows questioningly and said:

- Go on, Taltos!

And the old priest, who had hitherto been almost always pushed into the background because of Oské, now felt it was time to take his coveted place next to the king.

- King. At the dinner table, I could explain more.

- Well, be it. To the table!

And with the king's entourage he marched to the lower level, where he was already abundantly spread out.

" Bring Jenő, let me see my sword ."