It's time to repay the debt. Tom remembered this very well, and waited at the door of his room for old mother to knock and tell him that the young people were calling him. The hot rays of the sun enveloped the little boy's room. Blond hair disheveled, bright blue eyes running over old furniture. Then there was a soft knock on the door.
—My son, some young gentlemen are here to see you, and they say you have something to give them...a gentle voice called from the other side of the door. "I'm on my way, mother."Tom said.
Going down to the first floor Tom fluently pulls his hands. But only a moment and he opens the door. "Hello, boy. I remember you must.the fat Baron intoned, Smoking a ring of tobacco smoke. "Yes, mister, and I got the right amount." I'm ready to give you everything..."no, I know people like You; they're only little children. But you can give me the debt in another way...There's a little business. Tomorrow is the christening of the newborn heir, the king's son. He gave us a special assignment, but, you see.
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Historical FictionPreface: This history wrote together with one man words and honor, with which has carried this flamboyant summer. I thank him for the help and time spent together. I same, under all respect and love to this man, 'll post an this book here. Thanks to...
