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Lyre woke up some time later. It was still night, but the sun was beginning to illuminate the sky far to the east. She was lying on straw covered by a blanket. The young woman straightened up and saw a bucket of water beside her, over which she leaned, coming face to face with her reflection. She was shocked to see the state of her face, which was covered in a white substance that also covered part of her chest, and her blouse looked as if it had been hastily unbuttoned. Something moved behind her, and as she turned she saw the minautore with a cloth in his hand. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then stepped back and entered the barn, before squatting down in front of the young woman and handing her the cloth. Lyre took the cloth delicately and thanked him, then moved away from her and sat down at the entrance to the barn. Silence followed, interrupted only by the sound of running water.The silence lasted a moment, and it was Lyre who broke it by addressing him:

• So, uh, what's your name?

the minautore turned to her and detailed her as if seeing her for the first time, her long red hair, her full lips and the generous shape of her body, but above all, the most important detail, those two different-colored eyes, one ice-blue and the other amber. The young woman blushed at the bull's scrutinizing gaze, but repeated her question.

The minotaur picked himself up as if from a dream and thought again. As he tried to conjure up a name, his name, nothing came. His face darkened as he replayed those stormy gray memories refusing to clear up. But this time he had a vision, up on a mountain of age-whitened skulls, a brass trone on which sat an onyx minotaur armed with a double-edged axe as tall as himself, at its feet an infinite number of concubines taking turns to care for each of his desires, and a name, a name for the one who could pretend to divinity. Nergal.

-Nergal.

Answered the minotaur. Lyre raised an eyebrow, for this answer seemed to come after an intense moment of reflection.

-And you? Redhead, what's your name?

Lyre seemed a little offended that he called her that, but answered all the same.

-Lyre of the House of Drakul

she replied in a grandiloquent tone and with a reverence that was clearly engraved in her body and mind. It was Nergal's turn to raise an eyebrow.

-Are you a noblewoman?

-Of course, and from one of the oldest houses this side of the great ocean.

-and what was a noblewoman doing running around a den full of goblins?

-Well, let's just say that fortune hasn't been smiling on my family lately, so...

-You do odd jobs.

• That's one way of putting it.

On the horizon, the sun was beginning to peek out, making the birds sing and soon the roosters, and the villagers would be the next to wake up.

-You should go home.

said nergal.

Lyre nodded and began to walk before stopping.

-Apropos of what happened earlier, don't say a word to anyone and consider yourself lucky to have shared this moment of pleasure with me.

-Of course. Nergal replied, smiling from the corner of his lips.

The young woman nodded again, and this time set off in a hurry towards the village.