Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  Roman Bloody revenge tells of a mole war. When he was still small, his native village was attacked. All representatives of the Viennese clan were betrayed by the sword, but left the boy alive and sold him to the mines. But he left the mines. His first priority was revenge for his kind.

  1. 1. CANNIBAL'S LOCK

  A decline, and the full moon poured over the wood greenish illusive

  silver. The person by the name of the Wolfhound walked through the wood - from the hill on the hill,

  without tracks and roads, wide step, measured and tireless. It not

  hid. It was not buried behind trees, did not avoid the lit glades, not

  bent down the heads though bare feet on an old habit carried him forward

  absolutely silently. The boots connected by tapes hung at it on a shoulder.

  On other shoulder, keeping claws, fluffy macrotous black sat

  small animal. When the Wolfhound jumped through valezhin’s or dived under

  the hung branch, the small animal to keep balance, developed wings.

  Then became it is visible that it is a bat and that one wing at her

  it is broken off almost in half.

  The wolfhound remembered these places by heart as an own palm. It

  knew that will reach the purpose before passes midnight. Spear

  rocked in his hand, shining in a lunar beam. A short spear with strong

  staff and the wide, sharply perfected tip supplied

  crossbeam, - on a large animal.

  It stopped only twice. For the first time - near big dried up

  aspens that stood at a crossed of the thrown forest tracks long ago. Having pulled out

  knife, the Wolfhound pierced to himself a finger and traced on bared, deprived

  bark a trunk a sacred Sign of Fire - a wheel with three spokes bent

  посолонь. Blood seemed black in cold, deathly light. Wolfhound

  nestled on a tree both palms and a forehead and stood so some time.

  His lips were silently moved, listing some names. Then he removed

  the knapsack, put a spear and put off Nonvolatile Mysh on smooth

  staff, having carefully unhooked its claws from the shirt. Small animal, however

  did not wish to leave it: having jumped up, habitually scrambled on

  to clothes on the former place also sat on a shoulder of the Wolfhound, strong

  having grasped with teeth thick linen fabric - if

  the person will try to tear off him again. The wolfhound was lop-sided on him and being silent

  got up.

  Having reached the first branch, it hung on hands, then began to be shaken.

  The branch cracked soon and broke off under its weight. A wolfhound with

  animal dexterity landed in a soft forest grass. Rested a knee and

  broke a branch on several parts. To it there was no business to strangers

  take in, capable to hear a crunch. Again having pulled out heavy fighting from a sheath

  knife, the Wolfhound began to split fragments. There was a fair bunch of a splinter.

  The Wolfhound moistened each chip with blood from a finger, then moved away them in a burse

  on a belt. Rose, bowed to a tree and walked further.

  The second time it stopped when from the high, abrupt hill before it

  the village opened. The Wolfhound look instantly found one of houses under

  low pulled down earth roof - any more did not leave it.

  In the middle of a room, the opening of a dymogon shone. Once,

  long ago, in this house there lived a boy from a genus of the Grey Dog. Lived from most

  the births and up to twelve years. For the twelfth spring men of a sort had to

  to take away it to the men's house for tests, to call the man and, having created

  ceremonies to name a new name. Not an infantile house pro-rank, and

  real name which cannot be opened for the stranger at all. It

  the name will be known only by the closest people. Moreover the wife when to it comes

  time to marry. And before taking away it forest tracks, gathered

  to arrange a feast on which the place had to be enough for all: and relatives, and

  to neighbors, or perhaps even to strangers - Koons Vinitariya's segvana,

  lodged behind turn of the river...

  But did not name a name of the boy. Because in the eve

  holiday hired soldiers of Koons Vinitariya fastened swords to belts and

  attacked the sleeping village at night, on - furtively. As spoke, it was conceived

  this attack not for the sake of captives or a profit - for the sake of occupation of the made habitable lands and

  intimidations of neighboring tribes. Having been a guest, Vinitary settled in

  these places for a long time...

  The boy battling as the man survived on a bad whim

  winners. On it lowered dogs, but furious dogs how many them

  set, did not begin to tear it: ran up, compassionately

  sniffed and departed away... Then it was worse. Eight unsuccessful

  escapes, four slave auctions, to satiety humiliations. And at last obstinate

  the puppy of the Grey Dog got into Bright mountains, into terrible underground

  mine...

  In the house the door revealed. Sharp eyes of the Wolfhound distinguished maiden

  the silhouette which flashed against the background of the lit rectangle. Притворив door,

  the girl went on a footpath to the river bank - there where, despite late

  hour, curled smoke over a roof of a smithy and the measured knock of the hammer sounded.

  The wolfhound could swear: the maid bore a dinner to the smith who was late with

  work.

  In the same way as his mother once carried a dinner to the father...

  What for people lived in his house now? To whom the little girl - hurried to

  to the parent, brother, groom?.

  The wolfhound suddenly sat down down to the ground, clasped with hands knees and, having shuddered

  all over, hung on them the head. Nonvolatile the Mouse of lickspittles under a hand

  the person and, having reached, a tiny uvula licked it in a cheek. Wolfhound

  convulsively sighed, the wide palm covered a small animal, ironing soft

  hair. Then it became straight. On the patched skin of trousers there were two

  wet spots.

  Having risen, the Wolfhound corrected a bag behind shoulders, took a spear and walked

  down.

  The smith only just managed to take the basket brought to young in hand

  the bride, when the door began to creak again. The smith puzzly turned back, -

  whom brought inopportunely? - saw entered... and in a moment picked up a hammer, and

  pushed away the bride back, blocking itself.

  The person who was on the threshold had to bend down in the doorway. Dense

  the fair hair which is fairly covered by a gray hair fell below shoulders, grabbed

  on a forehead thong. On thin, weather-beaten as fir-tree bark, the person it is bad

  gray-green eyes burned. Burned as it seemed to the smith, a hellfire.

  The nose at the person was killed, on the left cheek, from a century to a jaw, lay

  the scar hiding the lower end in a beard. Robber, tyrant,

  murderer?. Anything.

  The uninvited guest rummaged around a smithy a look as if having noticed not at once

  guy and girl. However then his look slipped on thrown up in

  protective movement to the smith's hammer. Slipped and returned. And, what

  there were initial plans of the newcom
er, he immediately forgot about them. It

  slowly raised a hand and stretched it to a hammer:

  - Give here.

  The deep, constrained voice could drive in a shiver anyone. As led

  yourself the smith, it appear they with the Wolfhound in private, it is unknown. But for

  back at it the freckled little girl bride, and it sobbed for horror

  only intercepted the oak handle more strong:

  - It seems!

  - Give here, - the Wolfhound in language of segvan repeated, without moving with

  places. - It not yours.

  - It seems kindly! - having recovered from the first fright, snapped

  smith. He made out that before it there was not kuns a helper. And not

  the mercenary from those that wandered from the lock in the lock, without disdaining an easy mark,

  when that went to hands. Besides the night guest, apparently, was one, and

  the smith, the first guy in the village, grew bolder a little. Really does not drop

  and girlfriend? But the Wolfhound stepped forward, and the smith departed aside,

  without having understood from what party the blow had. The little girl screamed,

  it was thrown to it and embraced in pathetic attempt to defend darling from

  punishments. However to the Wolfhound there was no business neither to the girl, nor any more to

  guy. Having bent down, he lifted a hammer which his father forged so many years

  ploughshares and sickles. On an anvil and now the left unfinished sickle lay. Wolfhound

  removed it aside, put the spear on an anvil and it was tried on

  hammer to a brilliant tip. He did not even look back when the smith

  began to move near a wall, and then, clinging to the bride's hand, jumped out

  outside.

  Later a few time to a smithy with a pitchfork and axes gathered

  half of the village. Did not forget also the sorcerer who took a pot of live

  coals and a bunch of herbs, beloved Goods - to expel an evil ghost if uninvited

  the guest indeed will be that.

  Blows of a hammer was not heard any more, but the stranger was still

  there. Behind a door metal quietly tinkled - probably, it touched

  tools. People began to glance at each other and on ugly

  the swelled smith's jaw; for some reason nobody wanted to enter in

  smithy the first. But here the door was dissolved itself, and the Wolfhound got up on

  threshold - the black silhouette captured behind by hot reflected lights from a horn.

  The moon shining sideways did not light up the person, only lit pale in eyes

  flame. People began to whisper. The wolfhound slowly looked round them

  and suddenly asked on-segvansk’s:

  - Who lives in the lock behind turn of the river? Others swore later that it

  the voice generated an echo. Several moments passed in silence, then someone

  answered:

  - Noble Koons Vinitary...

  And because of backs the naughty boyish voice sounded:

  - Cannibal!.

  Because no force will keep the house of boys when fathers and brothers run

  somewhere with weapon. And no force will prohibit to them to cry out once again

  terrible Koons's pro-rank for which, hear only policemen, in the best

  case cruel flogging waited.

  Fire is brighter than former flashed behind the back of the Wolfhound. Impenetrable shadow

  jumped aside on a grass, eyes were lit. People moved on a step backwards.

  When Nonvolatile Mysh got on hair on the head to the Wolfhound,

  threateningly developed wings and hissed, - the village rushed наутек. Disappeared

  even sorcerer. He was wise and understood before others: against this spirit not

  neither coals, nor sacred herbs will help.

  After the young smith after all returned to the become empty forg, anew

  inflated a horn and examined the property. Everything was on the place, except

  very old hammer. They long guessed together with the bride what

  it meant.

  Koons Vinitary appeared at Grey Dogs at the end of summer. It arrived on

  the shabby fighting ship also descended, on the coast at the head of three tens

  severe, weather-beaten seamen. He told Grey Dogs that he came with

  world. He looked for the new homeland for the tribe. On the island

  everything became is more impossible to live because of slowly creeping away glaciers.

  Gray Dogs were not surprised by similar speeches. Venna knew that island

  the last hundred years really it was necessary to segvana hardly. Though

  whether, all of them moved on the continent more. A grief, when grandsons lodge not

  where grandfathers died! Having consulted, Grey Dogs specified to fair-haired

  to Koons neutral lands on that coast of Sveta’si. The country of venn came to an end on

  syu party. And to the country of solvenn in the West it was still far.

  Vinitary warmly thanked for caress... From where there was a nobility Serym

  To dogs that the island tribe nicknamed the careful leader for a long time

  Cannibal...

  The wolfhound stood in a shadow of dense willows and looked through the river at the lock,

  towering over the abrupt, steep coast. He well saw komes -

  the army soldiers of the Cannibal who were walking about to and fro on timbered

  to visor. He knew: to them not to make out it. Still he saw that the owner was

  houses. Over a peaked roof it is lazy the flag fluttered. That flag,

  that long eleven years dreamed it in a dream.

  Having removed a knapsack, the Wolfhound lowered it down to the ground. Nonvolatile Mysh

  at it was not any more. Some time ago the Wolfhound left it at

  entrance to a cave where under a ceiling his tribespeople nested. Small animal

  desperately squalled and tried to run for the person with whom got used

  to feel safe, but the Wolfhound left without looking back. Can

  to be, Nonvolatile Mysh and now still crept on his trace, crying and being confused in

  to grass short pads. The wolfhound drove this thought away.

  Having rummaged in a bag, he pulled out flat cake, swung and threw it

  far in water. If komesa notice splash, let think - fish plays.

  In a genus of the Grey Dog it was not accepted to offend Sveta’s, the foremother river,

  leaving it without gift. And in particular when it was started

  something important. Having pulled down a shirt from shoulders, the Wolfhound put it atop

  bag also left to lie. Perhaps it is useful to whom. Bound the spear to

  to wrist a loop that it was not lost. Without splash entered water and dived

  before it could be seen from walls.

  It floated generally under water, only occasionally rising to a surface.

  Helping it, Sveta’s drove small waves: it seems distinguish the flashed head

  among ripples, in incorrect patches of light of moonlight...

  Forced to be very cautious, the Wolfhound floated long, but at last high

  the coastal break covered it from eyes of night watchmen. Then it came up and

  silently moved along the coast. In each fortress standing near the lake

  or the rivers, by all means there is a secret conduit. Otherwise fortress not

  surely and to storm. It is enough to besiege, and sooner or later it

  will fall itself, without having born thirst.

  The wolfhound knew in what place under the coast there was a conduit,

  lasting in castle walls. If the person by all means needs something

  to find out, he will find out it. Give only time.

  Having reached a perceptible
stone scattering ashore, the Wolfhound began to dive

  and from the fifth or sixth attempt groped the mouth of the underpass. Having come up, it

  deeply inhaled and exhaled several times. Then filled lungs again

  air - also went down.

  "Mother, run! - The gray Dog of twelve years old picked up from the earth

  the thrown sulitsa also threw someone across to a young komes,

  jumped out because of a barn. - Mother, run!."

  The skilled soldier without looking, carelessly waved away the blood-stained sword.

  However the greenhorn was evasive. The sword whistled over the fair-haired head, not

  having caused to harm, the boy was thrown under a hand of a segvan, and thin, sharp

  the sting of a sulitsa was thrust to that in a face, just under an eyebrow.

  "Mother, run..."

  When it was taken, the brother of that komes himself set on the boy of dogs.

  And furiously argued with the leader, but Vinitary remained is firm and

  did not allow to finish off the hackneyed captive. For luck, he told. On

  happiness.

  The lock of the Cannibal was built by sensible masters. There was nothing and hope

  to overcome all course up to the end, without having met an obstacle. And precisely, soon

  outstretched arms of the Wolfhound touched an iron lattice, between rods

  which the person could not squeeze. The wolfhound pulled them. Any

  the rod did not give in. Then it at random clasped with palms average, rested

  legs also leaned that there were forces. In the mine it rotated a heavy collar,

  lifting water from the underground river. The extreme effort in a trice burned

  the air remains in a breast, but at last the rod gave in and with a scratch left from

  nests - at first one end, then and both. The way was cleared away, but

  Wolfhound, having turned, rushed back, behind a new drink of air. In

  tunnel other lattices or still something not quite could meet

  it is better. Whether it was worth risking?

  Having recovered the breath, it dived again and, having passed a lattice, quickly and carefully

  floated forward, rummaging around a hand the stone arch over the head. Having appeared, on

  to all calculations, in castle walls, he began to expect emergence ahead

  weak speck of light which would mean that a well nearby. Lock

  it was small, but the speck did not appear. The wolfhound did not keep from a thought about