In the dim glow of the candles, five men stood in front of the throne. Two old men and three young men. Armand sat in an armchair and drummed his fingers on the hilt of his rapier. On his orders, a burly young man in a stretched doublet got out of line and began to count loudly. This went on for quite some time.- ... Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, forty-seven, forty-seven, term ... - in the end, the thief began to repeat thoughtfully.“ Enough,” Cassia said, almost in a whisper.She sat on the throne, dressed in a black dress with a collar of crow feathers and, leaning back, looked away. On the armrest was a silver goblet of wine, the rim of which she stroked from time to time with her forefinger.Armand clapped his hands, and the young thief obediently returned to his seat.- Further.There was silence. The last candidate in the line did not move. Armand frowned, noticing that the young man was watching her intently and clapped his hands again.- Bastian! the golden-haired thie
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