Struggle. Taste of power

He carefully stood up and swung his hand lightly:

— May our great Black Stone bless your service and keep you from making any mistakes…. Bazankhr was obviously very satisfied to overcome all these difficulties and to receive the Metropolitan's blessing at the end.

Samoh moved toward the exit, followed by his novices, but almost reaching the door, he turned around abruptly:

— Ah yes, Colonel, still find a decent place for a chapel in your establishment…..

— Of course, Your Eminence…

— She wasn't there before I got there. You organized it in no time.

— Yes, we wanted to please you….

— What was there before, if it's no secret? A closet?

— Oh, I should hate to say, Your Eminence," said the Colonel, smiling still more.

— All right…" the inquisitor calmly waved his hand at that.

That's where the garbage was stored before it was taken to the dump… The darkest room,so it wouldn't rot in the sun…

— HERESY!!! — wailed the inquisitor, raising a menacing forefinger at the SS. -

SACRILEGE!!! To desecrate the holy Church in such a manner. Seize him! — Samoh essentially waited for the confession that the chapel had been made without the authorization of an adherent of the Holy See and, not only that, it had been made in a lagoon.

Six novices rushed to the colonel and twisted him. He tried to say something and even fight back, but it was obvious that his hands were not obeying him, and after a couple of seconds he mumbled something to his deputy… Who stood there and did nothing. It was obvious that in this situation he would not mind to see his chief being grabbed and dragged away somewhere, and he would be left in his place. After all, under the current circumstances, if he started to interfere, he might well be brought to justice himself.

— My father is from the central apparatus! — shouted Bazankhr. — He'll blow your heads off!

— Sacrilege is punished very severely if the guilt is not immediately confessed. And a sincere petition for clemency is not immediately presented. I urge you to repent and confess your sins…..

— I'll shoot you, priest! And then I'll shoot your whole stinking church!

— Threatening the holy Church is punishable by death.

The novices dragged Bazankhra into the reception hall, and he was surprised to see his men standing quietly around him, watching peacefully. The Boer punishment unit was no longer standing in a row, but was scattered around the room, taking up a thorough defense. A fire had been prepared in the middle of the hall, and it was only necessary to light it.

The unspoken resource always gave just such an impression: fear and terror before unearthly punishment. The SCF fighters were not accustomed to being prey, and not even to being outnumbered at that: there were three Boers in total, but only the first was inside and lightly armed. In the absence of a clear order of action, nothing could follow, for Bazanhr himself had ordered that everyone be let in. And since he was accused of heresy, the Inquisition had good reason to do so.

Bazankhru was gagged so that his screams would not be heard as he was burned at the stake.

Samokh stood close by and felt a slight heat from the fire.

— How wonderful it is when they say what they think. — the inquisitor said in a low voice. — And it's even better when you know you were the one who helped make it happen… We won't put a gag in Ananhr's mouth. Let her scream from the bottom of her heart…