The rest of the day together with the monks were busy fixing the order in the monastery - they relieved of the armor and carried corpses to the hall of the main church for burial, collected weapons, ammunition, dismantled serf arbalests and so on. Actually, the last ones were left as a gift to John, so that he could strengthen the Great Lavra with them, since they had absolutely nothing to Eric. According to general estimates, it turned out that the monastery was protected by two hundred and thirty-two people, more than half of whom were not monks. Simple fighters had quilted gambesones and aketons, non-commissioned officers supplemented the last with chain mail, and several officers wore scaled armor from Bulgarian workshops. By the way, only twenty people were killed by arrows, however, on the armor a large number of hits were counted. Apparently the rock was not high enough and the effect of the Crimean Sugdei could not be repeated. Losses from the prince turned out to be rather modest - five miles and two promiles were slightly wounded and one sergeant was killed. Savvas and Meletia were tortured in separate rooms of the basement, spaced at the maximum distance. Of course, the patriarch personally attended the interrogations of both and learned a lot of new things. In general, the assumption that all this papal intrigues was fully confirmed. As for these two activists, a very unenviable fate awaited them. They hoped that sincere repentance would alleviate their fate, and therefore they laid out everything they knew practically without torture. True, this did not save them, but even on the contrary - it aggravated the punishment. Since they not only once already betrayed their own, but also surrendered without much resistance to their new suzerain. Therefore, realizing that they do not know anything else, they cut the skin alive alive, after binding and having abundantly salted with large salt, wrapped the sheet. Further placed on one common boat under sail and sent to the wind away from the shore. The loch, which served them as the last swimming device in life, had a small leak, and the comrades were located on a small hill, so that up to the day of torment they had. Afterwards they went to the bottom with the boat. Cruel, but an excellent edification for future traitors, as all the monks of the Holy Mountain learned about their fate. All the armor and weapons, of course, the prince took as a trophy, while the patriarch pleased him with beautiful manuscripts, a number of which dated back to the times of the ancient Latin empire. A special charm was Aristotle's "Rhetoric" in two parts, that is, the lost, mystical second part, about which so many legends were composed in his world, was now in his hands. Although, of course, the numerous manuscripts of Roman engineers, designers, seamen, artisans, and scientists were of particular value, a whole heap of ancient but extremely useful texts. There were also texts in ancient Greek, which turned out to be lists of ancient Egyptian, Sumerian and Babylonian works on astronomy, which in itself is a very large and surprising rarity. This is not just the titanic volume of the text in the form of more than twenty thousand scrolls on the works of Greek scholars themselves, such as Archimedes, Pythagoras, Aristarchus of Samos, Democritus, Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, Eudoxus of Cnidus, Eratosthenes, Apollonius of Pergus, Hipparchus, Hippocrates , Ptolemy and others. It was a truly amazing wealth that would allow, with proper approach, to organize a phenomenal leap forward even without the knowledge of the prince himself, received in the distant future. Such a rich catch of useful books to him, even Athens and Constantinople did not bring. In general, slowly loading and gathering, Eric was able to sail to the side of Constantinople only on the first of July. On the way his squadron noticed a strange ship, which, having noticed it, turned in the opposite direction and decided to flee. Once runs, then guilty. Therefore, our hero drove him into one of the bays of the coast and took to boarding. After the search, he was waiting for a surprise - in the hold, disguised as a simple sailor, the former Emperor Alexei III was hiding, who was sailing yes it's actually not important where he sailed, since his journey was over. Eric dragged him into his cabin, closed the door, took out of the drawer a sheet of blank paper, an inkwell, a bundle of feathers and other writing materials.