“Save my friend, woman.”
— What are you talking about?!
—I thought it was impossible to hate this pompous peacock any more!
The Lord gave a dissatisfied shrug.
— He’s an incubus. He needs a woman. Do I have to spell out every little detail for you?
— A little detail? Don’t you have any women at all?
— He needs a virgin,” the Lord growled. “And I don’t have time to search and persuade. And you have to—woman. Your first night.
When the Lord himself arrived at my wedding and declared the right of the first night, I hated him with all my heart. Back then I couldn’t have imagined that he took me away not for himself. “Help my friend and go,” he said. And only later didn’t let me go anywhere…