Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  stopped. One view of the embroidered kika was enough for a wolfhound and

  red-blue with a white thread to a ponev: the woman was daughter Pyatnistykh

  Deer, taken the husband from a genus of the Badger.

  - Hi, Barsuchikh, - the Wolfhound bowed.

  - And you hi... - she hesitated, short-sightedly trying to notice

  sort signs on his shirt or a belt. To it, however, had no time for that. It

  stepped forward, catching the daughter by a hand: - Thanks, the kind good fellow that brought

  useless! Here I to you, горюшко mine...

  And here, in completion of all troubles, the sparkling bead caught sight to it,

  vvyazanny in hair of the Wolfhound.

  - Ouch, stydodeyka!

  Mother is free in the child: will want - will punish, and even will damn, here

  even to Gods to butt in not from a hand. But the slap in the face appointed daughters had

  in the held-up palm of the Wolfhound.

  - Beat me, - he told quietly.

  On voices the portly man in good boots looked out of gate, with

  the silvered hryvnia on a neck. Having noticed beside the tall stranger, he

  hasty went to them.

  - You, the kind good fellow, here what forgot? - he asked, blocking

  wife. Braids of the recent murderer did not pass his eye. The wolfhound was lop-sided on

  girl. That stood having hung up a head, and in road dust near bare feet

  dripped yes tears dripped. Without paying attention to irascible parents,

  The wolfhound kneeled before it.

  - Do not remember dashing, a slavnitsa, - he told quietly. - Mater

  listen, and and you thanks for honor.

  Stood up straight and went back, there, where vaguely grew white in

  twilight Ayr-Donnov's sign of the yard. Behind his back the woman explained

  the spouse, that the good fellow furious in appearance offended nothing neither her, nor the child.

  The spouse twisted moustaches and silently estimated, whether the robber from a band

  Zhadoba was in the Big Churchyard.

  - It whose though? - the wife asked. - Did not make out?

  - A gray Dog, - the husband answered, thinking of the. The woman did not believe:

  - Yes them the twelfth year as is not present anybody.

  He shrugged shoulders:

  - Then is.

  In several days they learn about how on Sveta’si the lock burned down

  Koons Vinitariya known as the Cannibal, will be remembered by Wolfhound braids - and will not be

  nobility, rejoice them or to be afraid.

  Why to someone in fights to perish?

  As it is damp the arable land under legs breathes,

  What sky generous over us!

  Why under this sky to be at enmity?.

  Over an apple-tree the bee swarm hoots,

  Children in raspberry thickets laugh,

  In the region where men do not battle,

  Where imperiously defenseless good.

  Where are full of mild advantage

  Beautiful women tender persons...

  This edge to death will dream me,

  Edge of silence, sacred silence.

  I will not be tired to walk day and night,

  Without noticing hunger and thirst.

  I so want to come there once -

  And a thong to tie up a sheath.

  But the way is long, and enemies are furious,

  And only force will stop force.

  As to enter Silence on blood pools,

  Without letting go a sword?.

  3. 3. THE MERCHANT GOES TO THE CITY

  The dealer Fitela conducted the sort from coastal segvan. It was harmonious

  the black-bearded man with a clever, thin face and well-cared fingers,

  got used to a feather and ink. Eight carts loaded with its goods

  drove on Ayr-Donn's farmstead, as well as it was promised, morning of the next day.

  Near carts protection went on undersized hardy horses -

  fourteen good fellows one to one. Having counted them, the Wolfhound grieved

  and with the fallen heart thought that Fitelu will be oh how not easy to persuade

  to take one more. Segvana strong respected number seven, he knew it. And

  to whom to stick to happy numbers as not to the merchant!

  Nevertheless the Wolfhound had to try. And not simply

  to try, and to achieve the.

  It approached Fitele when that finished a breakfast and, having leaned back

  back to skobleny logs of a wall, with pleasure savoured sakkaremsky

  the wine exposed for dear visitor by Ayr-Donn.

  - Easy it is expensive to you, the dear Fitela, - the Wolfhound greeted.

  - And you he is kind, the son of nice mother, - courteous answered the merchant. At

  segvan the sort was counted on the father, but Fitela knew how to talk with

  wine.

  - People transfer, - the Wolfhound told, - as if in the local woods again

  restlessly.

  Black hair of Fitela were pulled together by a thin silver hoop, in the middle of a forehead

  the small emerald was fixed into this hoop. The emerald began to sparkle when

  Fitela shook the head:

  - I do not employ new security guards in ten days of traveling to Galirad.

  The wolfhound smiled:

  - The wisest Hramn did not advise to remove a chain armor immediately later

  battles. You never know what enemy is concealed in bushes.

  If Fitela repeats the refusal, it will be necessary only to leave. But сегван

  looked at it with the wakened curiosity.

  - Hramn's wisdom above modest understanding mortal, - he told and

  drank wines. - Perhaps, you are also right. However I for some reason do not see at you

  the weapon appropriate to the mercenary, and my people did not notice in a stall of fighting

  horse.

  - I hope that weapon and a horse you will give me, - unperturbably spoke

  Wolfhound. - And still I need the place on the cart: with me young

  girl and sick friend.

  - Now that's something like it! - Fitela admired and put a cup on a table. Two

  security guards, young is also more senior, sitting nearby at beer, amicably

  burst out laughing. - And nevertheless, - the merchant continued, - something I in any way not

  I will understand why to pay me to the excess soldier, veins.

  The wolfhound shrugged shoulders:

  - If I superfluous, order those to whom you pay, to throw out me from here.

  It was the tested trick working still smoothly.

  Two sipping beer were obviously not from the worst in group, differently навряд

  whether they sat beside the merchant. Both carried hair connected in magnificent

  tail on a nape. Island segvana, the Wolfhound defined. Out of the corner of the eye it

  caught the anxious eye of Ayr-Donn. Korchmar already estimated in what

  the valiant entertainment of guests will manage to its institution.

  - And that you think, and I will order, - the dealer cheerfully answered and called: -

  Avdika!

  The young soldier set aside a big-bellied mug, took leaned against a wall

  spear also approached.

  - Yes, owner?

  - Throw out this person from here.

  - Now. - And Avdika went to the Wolfhound, holding a spear a shank forward.

  Except for a knife, the Wolfhound was unarmed. Honor to let is small

  against it in the course an edge. Avdika. was younger a vein and slightly less

  growth, but the plechist, is strong and is obvious not the beginner in a fight. - Give from here!

  - he told and threatened.

  The wolfhound did n
ot move a little. When Avdika struck - it is necessary to notice,

  at half strength, - it threw up a hand, and oskepishche, having met it, jumped aside.

  - Here you as, - grumbled the young soldier. In a trice turned a spear, and

  the tip terribly aimed in a stomach to the Wolfhound. The security guard stepped forward...

  Concerning what was farther, not numerous video recorders later

  disagreed. Someone swore as if the Wolfhound promptly

  bent down and picked up the young man under knees. Others claimed that it caught

  it by a hand, jerked on itself and threw through a shoulder. Actually veins not

  made neither that nor another, but not in volume an essence. Avdiki's boots flashed in

  air. Young сегван departed head over heels and with a crash fell upon a floor,

  it is not enough not for a threshold. The wolfhound remained to stand, holding his spear in hand.

  - How many your soldiers I have to win to cease to seem

  to you superfluous, respectable merchant? - he asked quietly, endeavoring somehow

  to calm fierce pain in the right side.

  - Perhaps, there will be enough two. - Fitela was absolutely serious. It

  security guards one by one ran in on noise and stopped at an entrance, not

  quite understanding in what business. - And well you, Aptakhar!

  Aptakhar was a kryazhist and is broad-shouldered, in a curly beard gleamed

  silver threads. In it there was no prompt flexibility of the youth, but wide

  palms and thick neck spoke for themselves.

  And again very few people understood what occurred., It seems, Aptakhar for a priming

  pushed a vein in a breast, and veins, it seems, swayed. But then Aptakhar,

  business is unprecedented, for some reason lost balance. After a while

  it lay on a floor, and the Wolfhound, sitting on it astride, slightly held

  his right hand. Aptakhar lay very quietly: the intense elbow was

  it is ready to crack. The wolfhound let out him and got up. From a stitch on temples

  sweat flowed and faintness drove. It was necessary only to hope that they

  it will not be noticed. Fortunately, the tavern was not especially brightly lit...

  The risen Avdika faced the merchant, having confusedly hung the head.

  - Well what you will tell? - asked it Fitel. - To divide to me your payment on

  fifteen instead of fourteen? Or not to divide?

  The young soldier became covered by crimson spots, but answered honestly:

  - This person could cripple me, the owner.

  - Could, - Fitela nodded and turned to Aptakhar: - And you what you will tell?

  To that, seemingly, there was no need to be afraid for the reputation. Kneading and

  feeling an elbow, he grumbled:

  - I do not know who taught it to fight, but, on me, and Hegg with it, with

  this fifteenth share, than at the right time we will have a guy not, and at

  Zhadoba.

  Fitela drank up wine, put a cup on a table and blotted lips sheathed

  laces kerchief.

  - What is your friend sick there with? - he asked the Wolfhound. - I hope, not

  leprosy?

  The low rough legged horse gradually rysit at a wheel of the cart in which

  Tilorn lay and Niilit sat. Niilit held reins: driver, very much

  happy with unexpected substitution, was sleepy, having leaned against sheathed

  skin to bales. What was in those bales, the Wolfhound did not know and did not want to know.

  Fitela gave to the new security guard three silver coins, but Ayr-Donn and

  did not charge from it a fee.

  - Sometime later you will pay off, - told корчмарь. - When in most

  business you will grow rich.

  It was necessary to get to the Wolfhound of white paint and to renew a sign. Not

  to leave from the house, nothing not отдарив for good. Paint got excellent:

  he did not manage to wipe properly it from hands and to clean from under

  nails. But money it appeared more than enough to buy

  Niilit a good shirt from fine flax, woolen solvennsky

  sleeveless jacket, wattled pestrenky corbel and leather shoes pistons. Not

  the raincoat, but a raincoat, as well as a blue glass beads would prevent, it was necessary to postpone

  for later. Having properly thought, the Wolfhound used the remained money

  on a spacious shirt for Tilorn and still managed to get thin stirany shreds

  - on bandages. The sores and ulcers left an imprisonment to heal not

  hurried.

  Tilorn was exultant over new things hardly no more little girl. Wolfhound

  managed to notice how any trifle speaking about pleased the former prisoner

  return to worthy human life. What not to understand here.

  Another was much more surprising. Having made happy with simple gifts

  Tilorna and Niilit, the Wolfhound caught himself on that, as itself was ready

  to smile it is unknown to what.

  - And you will buy something to yourself, mister? - being confused, asked Niilit.

  He shrugged shoulders:

  - I have everything.

  Really, his clothes were not going to collapse yet, and weapon,

  as well as it was promised, Fitela gave it. The wolfhound itself chose strong, with

  wide sting a spear, the mighty Vienna onions braided with birch bark, and two

  axe: one on long toporishche - for hand-to-hand, another on short -

  that it was possible to throw. Also the sword, but a sword - weapon special would not prevent,

  just like that it is not given and not taken.

  Once, long ago, the little boy from a genus of the Grey Dog for the first time

  thought of how it, has to be, it is bitter and terrible - to live the homeless

  the orphan at whom all belongings quite find room in a thin bag for

  back. And. now he and the twelfth year of other life already did not know.

  And whether learns - there is nobody to ask...

  Sitting on an obedient horse, the Wolfhound held a spear with the right hand,

  having rested it against a stirrup, also estimated that on a halt should be made for

  it a loop like what others used. Onions in naluch

  rocked at the left at a saddle, birch bark Toole with two hung on the right

  in tens of arrows. The Wolfhound chose arrows itself too, watching that

  the ear at everyone was painted in the color, depending on what

  tip. That in fight it was possible to snatch out necessary at once, without deliberating

  and without being mistaken.

  Day passed without any incidents. The road which is not broken

  crossing, windbreak, curled between the sandy hills which overgrew kind

  pines. Wind moved fluffy branches, spots of light and shade danced on

  to forest grass, on vyyuka on carts, slid on Tilorn's face. Some

  time that tensely frowned, then is pleased declared:

  - I already distinguish shadows and light! Even outlines sometimes! yes.

  - And I thought, you were blinded, - the Wolfhound told. Tilorn smiled.

  - No. It from bad food and... m-m-m... experiences. You, my friend,

  you feed me so unfairly well that I, who knows, not only

  again I will begin to see, but also I will grow fat...

  The wolfhound suddenly felt so as if it to him, but not Tilorn

  it was necessary to begin to see clearly soon. The unusual feeling strong sat down at soul. And

  till the evening, so far they did not leave on a wide glade at the lake and

  Aptakhar did not dispose suit a halt, the Wolfhound worried it is unknown

  what and all thought of that to make it that sight
quickly returned

  to Tilorn. To nothing it, the old dog, in the life learned.

  For night of the cart put in a circle and on everyone from outer side

  strengthened two boards. In the middle of a circle put a tent for Fitela.

  Spread out a fire and hung up over it an iron copper. Wolfhound any more not

  too was surprised when Niilit took a big wooden serving spoon and

  began to manage at a copper.

  He pulled the bed curtains near a vehicle wheel, laid a cover, then

  took out from Tilorn's cart and, having taken on hands, carried away him out of circle limits.

  - Laughter and a sin, - the cripple said, having coped with the affairs and

  trying to straighten out a long shirt. Palms of the Wolfhound embraced his edges,

  without effort supporting a sickly body. - Laughter and sin! - Tilorn repeated and

  confusedly sighed. - When I lie or when you here so hold, well directly

  now I will pull up trees. And it is worth trying... Put me, please, on

  earth, friend Volkodav.

  Wolfhound, having thought, slightly parted palms. Some time Tilorn and

  truly stood, being unsteady here and there and moving hands. Then it

  knees helplessly broke. The wolfhound did not allow to fall - picked up and

  incurred back to a fire.

  - Take your time, - he advised Tilorna. - Where you hurry?

  - It is so a shame to me to burden you, - that answered. - I will not apply mind,

  what we without you would do, my friend! Though to tell the truth, first I

  very much was afraid for the girl...

  The wolfhound nearly stumbled. To it as if splashed in a face water,

  cold and dirty.

  - What? - he asked, hoping to mishear.

  - I offended you? - having felt something, genuinely got a fright

  Tilorn. And hasty began to explain: - I... well you are... you -

  the young, strong man, and Niilit, as I understand, is very beautiful... I

  did not know you at all... I was afraid that you... Wolfhound! I offended you?

  The wolfhound silently passed between carts, laid the scientist under bed curtains, covered

  woolen raincoat. That still tried to tell something and even caught it

  by a hand. The wolfhound pulled out a hand and, little seeing before himself, left on

  other side of the camp, to the coast of the lake where the hobbled horses were grazed. And