Cannibal or that executioner, and souls as corpses.
The bees hiding in hollows, the horses with snorting smelling air and
The mouse, trying to get for a bosom, did not deceive him. In the dead of night, as
time when the Wolfhound together with Aptakhar was bypassed by carts, from the West, with
sides of the Sunset sea, the enormous cloud crept out. In its subsoil silently
reddish lightnings trembled. Then deaf peals began to reach.
The woken-up oboznik with reverential shyness looked in captured
flame heaven. One of soldiers, young вельх, dawned on himself sacred
sign, removing a palm the circle divided in two. Niilit contracted in
lump and something whispered, having closed eyes and ears hands. Its people considered
thunder-storm disgrace of the Great Goddess.
When flew a rain, Aptakhar climbed under the cart and called to himself
Wolfhound, but that did not go. Having been chosen for the made vehicles, veins
turned there where lightnings whipped most often. Raised the head to
also began to pray to the yawning heaven quietly.
- My Lord, the Master Grozy, - whispered his lips. - You striking
cold Dragon gold axe... My soul is dead, My God, in
breasts it is empty... Why I? Why you to yourself did not take away me?.
Live streams washed scars on the face turned to the sky, flowed on cheeks,
ran on a beard and hardly strapped braids. Close lightnings lit fires in
to the crystal bead which is put on a thong. The thunderous wheel slid for
clouds. For some instant of a wrinkle of the clouds torn by wind developed in
the stern man's face framed with hair, black with silver, and
fiery gold beard. In blue eyes the heavenly flame flared.
- Go, - told a thunder. - Go AND WILL COME.
The next day along the road settlements even more often began to come across.
Breath of the western wind became noticeably salty. Then the wood came to an end, and
vehicles were rolled out on большак on which scurried about to and fro horse and
pedestrian. By noon at a distant neboskat it seemed boundless blue
the sea, and wooden towers of capital Galirad ahead grew.
"Werewolf, werewolf, gray, hair.
Why you began to avoid people?"
"People softly lay., only to sleep rigidly.
Begin to wag a tail - here and to be to a trouble".
"The werewolf, the werewolf, not all - wolves!
There are hospitable yards in the village..."
"Perhaps, also is, but to look for them long,
And there with a fright - for axes".
"Werewolf, werewolf, soft fur coat!
How you in the winter, when snow and ice?"
"I will not be gone, while there are teeth.
And I will also be gone - nobody will sigh".
"Werewolf, werewolf, and if hunter
Will track down you, bringing a spear?."
"I without any pity will tear to it a throat,
Also let the carrion crows exults over it".
"Werewolf, werewolf, forest savior!
Mine disappeared in a dark bowl likhody.
That you interceded - or did not see,
As I of a kind of people?
The werewolf, the werewolf, give ducks I will stroke!
The hand is not opposite women's to you?.
As I will look, not painfully you are terrible.
Lay down to fire, I fresh will pour milk.
Remain here and live..."
... and gray
The skin slowly slips from a shoulder.
There is also no more fierce animal...
"How to me to call you now?."
4. 4. OLD MASTER
The wolfhound went down the street, carrying under the arm the sword wrapped in a rag. At
the sword was still not a sheath, but whether it does not do to walk on the city with
naked blade? Aptakhar prisovetovat to him a workshop, and the Wolfhound
went to look for it, having left the in Gostiny dvor and very strictly
having prohibited to Niilit to lean out alone for gate. For the room was
it is paid for the week ahead. Fitel's benefit did not deceive, paid off honor
honor.
The city was not pleasant to the Wolfhound. It is too much noisy, fussing
the people, and under legs instead of a soft forest grass - a wooden pavement,
on two vershoks covered with a peel from nuts. Barefoot you will not walk.
Red-hot nuts all plaid about young and old here, women,
men and children. The wolfhound at first disapprovingly askanced at gourmands,
then, having unexpectedly softened, decided to buy a handful - to indulge
Niilit.
People turned around to it following, mistakenly believing that he does not notice them
views. Solvenna considered venn forest savages and about themselves slightly
despised, without forgetting to be rather afraid, however. For eyes stirred anything,
what vzbredat on mind, but in open did not decide to tease, thanks and on
volume. Venna esteemed solvenn of a raspustekhama and the shameless persons who left
the law bequeathed from ancestors.
And what is curious: any сольвенн would not endure, take in head at it,
let's tell, сегван to run down venn. And veins to anyone would tear off moustaches,
having heard from others lips an abuse on solvenn. Two the tribe was not forgotten yet about
relationship and what there was between them - the dogs fight, others
do not butt in.
Language at two people was almost uniform, here only here, in Galirada,
called всход - a ladder, a rooster - kochety, and Toole - a quiver.
Unusually, but why not to understand. What they told "малако" was worse
and "cow" and mockingly screwed up the face, listening to the Vienna okanye. A wolfhound for
the reprimand would go for penal servitude once again.
The city was stretched between the sea bay which sheltered the multinoisy harbor
and the stony hill where Krom - wooden fortress rose. In fortress
lived with the team кнес by the name of Sense. Except a knes, in the city was still
council of the thinking aged men elected from each end. To this council
submitted the guard, looking after order on Galirad's streets.
Streets went down to the dim blue sea, is lazy to moving
under the warm windless sky. In the distance were seen covered by foggy
haze woody humps of islands. The most distant, appear, flew over
water, without concerning own reflections. Local magicians, as far as was
it is known to the Wolfhound, interpreted this sign as kind as bad,
in compliance with an arrangement of stars. From the sea smelled of seaweed, fish, pitch
tree... and still something, suggesting an idea of the distant countries and strangers
heaven. The wolfhound liked the sea. It is more, than the sea, he favored only
native woods.
The closer to the harbor, the more different people were met by the Wolfhound. Others
he recognized by skin color, a dialect and clothes at once, saw others for the first time.
Here, near Sveta’si's mouth, at a crossed of convenient roads, the bargaining went as
spoke, from the birth of the world.
Streets in the lower city were paved unlike better than suburban:
over densely spryazhenny croakers smooth boards ran. Did not become and
nut peel - streets were swept. The wolfhound unperturbably walked through
noisy whirlpool of different races, multilingual crow
d. Most of all to it
there was a wish to appear suddenly somewhere on the bank of the forest lake, near
cozy kosterk. There, at least, nobody shouts to you in an ear,
extolling goods...
Benches, taverns and workshops were restricted very tightly one to another.
The wolfhound askanced at counters, deliberating what for the sake of sent him
there is Aptakhar, - is clear that masters on the suburb would take for the same
work is much cheaper... Segvan in detail explained to him how to pass, but
The wolfhound who was not loving the cities felt a little uncertainly. It,
however, would return back rather, than it was let in inquiries. Yet not
was enough that some сольвенн with such usmeshechka began to explain
to the dense bumpkin, where here old Varokh's workshop. At last, with
great relief having noticed a sign necessary to it among a motley set
- a red board and an empty sheath at it, - the Wolfhound pushed a door and entered.
How many work it put once, yet not the skill to enter under others shelter
here so, without invitation, uninvited to cross sacred border of a threshold.
Nothing, life talked some sense...
Somewhere indoors the hand bell, and towards immediately responded
to the visitor, strongly lame, there was an owner - gloomy old сегван.
The wolfhound at first sight identified in him the widower. Because of the master's back
curiously the sharp-eyed boy looked out. The grandson, solved the Wolfhound. Or
the youngest late sonny, beloved memory of the left girlfriend...
- Good morning, respectable, - he told with bow. - Whether there is a lot of now
works?
He already understood that the workshop used to know the best days. Well, it is better for those:
can though extremely expensively will not tear off.
- Hramn's favor, we do not complain, - the owner shortly answered. - Mister
the hero, truly, wishes a sheath to a sword?
The wolfhound nearly corrected the old man. It did not consist in a team, so,
and the hero could not be called. But then thought that the workman and
will call the boy the man if only that bought something. But that for
at them here, in the city, - straight to pass usage to business, not
getting a conversation! What a difference was at Ayr-Donn, in "White Kone". Wolfhound
began to develop a sword:
- Whether there will be no sheath at you to it, respectable? Fine blade
involuntarily attracted a look, forced to inspect anew himself from a tip to
handles... If the Wolfhound looked not at a sword, and at the old master, it
would see how his beard shuddered. But he did not notice that and lifted
eyes, having heard:
- To pass such sword in a purchased sheath - that the beauty in old clothes
to ryadit... Do not offend it, the hero. Give better I will take measurements, and tomorrow to
to evening a sheath will be ready.
The wolfhound thought of his words. At heart he was sure that
everything will understand a sword and will not take offense at it... however it was useful and to indulge
kind blade: will pay back, probably. But most of all that bribed the Wolfhound,
that the grandfather, it is visible, knew the business and did not palter in craft, preferring
to lose the only thing, perhaps, for the whole day of the buyer.
- And how many you will take? - he asked at last.
- Looking what skin, what jewelry... - there began an old man, but here
stopped short and spoke almost beggarly: - I will make to you very good
sheath. They will cost so much how many in other place will take for
ready: half-quarters of a horse silver.
How many times the Wolfhound was in big cities, as much and came across
that went to the first shop, without having reconnoitered at first that becomes in
next. And to leave without purchase, having already started a conversation with the seller, a vein not
conscience allowed. Therefore, maybe, and was among venn of merchants a little?
- On hands, respectable, - the Wolfhound told and began to count
deposit. - Take measurements.
For some reason the master decided to begin not with a sword, and with him.
- How you will carry? At a hip or behind the back?
- Behind the back.
- From what party a handle - at the left, on the right?
- On the right.
The old man drove pisaly on a cerated plate Caere, doing some
marks. The wolfhound paid attention that Nonvolatile Mysh watchfully
looked around and when the master pulled out a lace with small knots and wanted
to measure the Wolfhound through a shoulder - hissed and nearly snatched it for a finger.
It was necessary to take the angered small animal in a hand, and the grandfather suddenly grumbled on
lad:
- What in vain a bench you stay? Run better to the uncle Bravlin,
tell, let on a visit looks, absolutely forgot the old man... Buckle
breast, mister hero where to do?
The wolfhound showed, having noted about himself that the boy disappeared silently and
promptly - exactly like, on very important issue. Nonvolatile Mouse
it was spat and hissed, trying to be released. The grandfather has meanwhile a look in the
records, frowned, pondered over something and asked the Wolfhound
to turn a back:
- As still will lay down, it is long fairly... The wolfhound obediently turned,
respecting lameness of the old man, but did not leave a sword on a counter. It it and
saved.
... When the door with a crash was opened also through a threshold with shout "Ruby
thief!" rushed four policemen at once, the Wolfhound a jump flew away in
empty corner still before mind it managed to give rise to a conscious thought about
dangers. And only therefore the sinewy hands of the old master given
behind to his neck, grabbed emptiness.
Policemen nearly slipped by with dispersal. When turned -
The wolfhound stood in a corner, having slightly bent the divorced knees and holding a sword
before itself, and Mysh, having climbed up to him the head, aggressively developed
wings.
- Well? - the Wolfhound asked and it oshcheritsya, showing the beaten-out tooth. - Perhaps
though you will tell for what were going to cut?
Three good fellows standing against it began to exchange glances. They
saw: this guy did not make jokes, who knows truly will cut who
it will be put. The fourth was the sedousy robust fellow with twisted bronze hryvnia on a neck
and at a starshinsky belt in silver metal plates. It opened a mouth, gathering
to answer, but the master was ahead of him.
- I can forget the person, but I will never confuse a sword, - he told and
the shivering hand ran over a beard. It was visible that he waited for this hour
very much, long ago. - You - Zhadoba!. I not in forces to revenge you, but
in this city, fortunately. The truth was not translated...
- I not Zhadoba! - the Wolfhound told.
- You lie, - the old man answered with an equal voice. - The few know you in
the person, because you put on a mask when you go to force and kill.
But I know your sword and the fact that you will not entrust for anything it to another even
for a while. That you also came into my workshop, here almost nobody not
happens...
- I not Zhadoba
! - gloomy the Wolfhound and about himself again repeated
damned robbers. Without having killed on the road, they, seemingly, gathered
to finish off it here, others hands. Even if it will also lay all
four, far will not allow to leave to it.
Sedousy at last gave a vote.
- An ugly face at you, frankly speaking, predatory, - he told the Wolfhound. - And
what, somebody can confirm that you not Zhadoba?
At last the Wolfhound uslykhat the reasonable word.
- In Gostiny dvor of Lyubochada there lives Fitela, the segvansky merchant, - told
it to the foreman. - His people will explain you who I am such.
- Descend, - that nodded to one of the good fellows. And itself took up it
the place, watching that the Wolfhound did not take in head to rush to a door.
- Be not afraid, I will not run, - the Wolfhound told. - Let the Tat runs!
He waited that the merchant occupied with affairs will send the most bigger to Avdik Esli,
of course, to the policeman in general will carry to find somebody in Gostiny dvor.
To his sincere amazement, Fitela welcomed itself moreover with Aptakhar...
and with Niilit. The little girl right there rushed to the Wolfhound. Policemen moved
to intercept it, but flexible Niilit was turned out from under hands and it appeared
near wine.
- Also the chippy... - the old man spat.
- And here for it, the grandfather, I to you will tear out a beard, - the Wolfhound promised. - Not
I will look that gray-haired. - Also began to roar to Niilit: - I to you that told - houses
to sit!.
And about himself thought that did not buy it a blue beads. Probably not
forgot, run ran to order a sheath...
- Hi, respectable Bravlin, - addressed meanwhile Fitela to
to the foreman, and the Wolfhound at first was surprised, but then judged that the merchant was
here not for the first time and for certain knew the half-cities. - That it occurred here with
my person?
- And you hi, Fitela, the rich guest, - answered Bravlin. - And you,
Aptakhar. It did not happen to happen nothing yet. Only master Varokh
recognized its sword and says that it is Zhadoba.
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