The wolf warned him that the half-dead slave was a wild pagan. Gray
The dog really long enough was silent. But then nevertheless answered:
"And their Father, Eternal and not given rise..."
He well remembered science of the old priest and knew how welcomed the friend
friend Ucheniki Bliznetsov. The old man always rejoiced when the Bonn children
greeted it quite so...
The wolf silently stood behind the priest's back, patting the curtailed whip on
palms.
"There are no Gods, except Twins and their Father, Eternal and not given rise." -
the priest proclaimed.
The gray Dog knew nothing about repayment from bondage, but faultless intuition
prompted to it - something depended on his answers to questions of the priest very much
important. Perhaps, even freedom. And life.
Many years later he with a reluctance and shame remembered captured it
temptation and instant of fluctuation which - from a song of the word you will not throw out -
after all was.
"I pray to the Gods..." - he uttered slowly. Also has a fit of coughing,
having buried a face in a floor.
"Rot in a nasty thing, the insignificant pagan!" - the Palm of the priest drew
between them in air a sacred banner - the Divided Circle. Supervisors
saw how, releasing brothers in faith, he washed out mean abscesses and
tied up wounds. But it departed from the pagan, having fastidiously picked up floors
two-color attire. The wolf silently left after him.
From where the Grey Dog could know that Gods whom he did not betray then,
in total in a year will bring it out of an underground gloom...
Outside everything became is lighter. Here slowly protsokat hoofs a horse
water carrier. Then creaked, passing someone, a yard gate. Wolfhound
heard how grumbled furious a bough, protecting the yard, but honor grumble
at once was replaced by a sweet povizgivaniye. Has to be, someone came
acquaintance. Stop rolling, the Wolfhound told himself. Some here
were going to look for works. The worker who sleeps till a lunch is good...
Having silently risen, it covered with the blanket curled up
Niilit and quietly moved to a door. Nonvolatile the Mouse immediately opened eyes and
stretched to it from the nailing. Yesterday he was once again convinced,
what happens if at least for a while to leave the Wolfhound unguarded, and
was not going to repeat an oversight. Try do not take it - probably
all house will alarm. Will screech as blazhny. The wolfhound substituted it
hand, then bent down and patted on a nape of the woken-up puppy. With whom,
with whom, and he got on with dogs perfectly. It is far better, than with people. Sleep,
mentally the Wolfhound ordered to a puppy. The fluffy tail wagged to and fro on
to floor, and the sleepy kid hung the head on paws again. Having lifted boots,
The wolfhound left and realized for himself a door.
Having got out to a porch, he immediately understood whom welcomed
creaking song gate. On the thick log laid along a fence
purposely for zakhozhy guests, sat and it was heated on the tender morning sun
old Varokh. The grandson who settled at his legs ironed a dog, dragged from
shaggy ear thick, насосавшегося tick. And on a lap at the old man
the parcel lay. Long, narrow parcel. The wolfhound without effort guessed that
the dense bast mat covered from a malefice.
It stopped on the top step of a porch, not really understanding as
to behave. Meanwhile the old man opened eyes and at once looked at him.
- Hi, the master, - without special hunting greeted the Wolfhound. Was
сегван is younger, he, perhaps, at all would keep silent.
- And you hi, - responded Varokh. Also added, having hesitated: - Approach,
guy. Comply the old man. There is nothing to do, the Wolfhound approached.
- Sit down, - the master told and clapped a palm on a smooth log near
. - I want to tell something to you...
The wolfhound sat down, askance glancing on the granddaughter which meanwhile
rode out a psitsa and pulled long wool, asking to rise and take for a drive him
on the yard. The dog did not want to get up and only mildly wrinkled a nose.
- You, truly, noticed that my workshop not that that was earlier, -
began old сегван. - Once near me two of my sons worked.
Even heroes from Krom came to order from us boards and a sheath to swords...
The wolfhound silently listened to him, askancing at bronze reflections between
the bast mat threads disheveled here and there.
- I came here, to Galirad, even before great fight at Three Hills when
an end was put to greed of island kuns, - the master Varokh continued.
- You, the guy, truly, battled then?
- No, - the Wolfhound told.
- And I did not battle, - the old man sighed. - My sons were half
solvennam, and I read out - if we from the island not on wild
the coast is sent, so it is necessary to understand a vezhestvo... - Lots sighed again,
rubbed a palm a knee and suddenly told: - Well, about Zhadobu you all, it seems
you know...
The wolfhound shook the head.
- From where me, - he answered the master. - Only that it it seems
noble family... and you, segvan, does not favor.
- Does not favor, - the old man grinned. Nonvolatile the Mouse, gone down on
log, curiously sniffed at his hand - this time without everyone
hostility or fear. - Does not favor, - Varokh repeated. - His father
was from those who after Three Hills got up for that to get rid of all of us
back for the sea. But did not leave - moved in the wood and began in itself
to be at war... The father of one hated us, the son of all without discrimination to cut
it was moved... Knotty fingers of Varokh fingered gunny.
- Once we went to a fair to the western velkha, - he uttered
deafly. - At us was the whole three vehicles... Sons took wives and children,
wanted... to please... And not one went, the big wagon train was... Who
knew that a half of robbers in security guards was employed... Zhadoba... Us with
the grandson for the dead considered, to animals threw on the road...
Varokh's voice was strained, the old man did not finish speaking. The wolfhound was silent.
- Now you understand why yesterday I... so wanted that you appeared
Zhadoby, - having coped with itself, continued old сегван. - Forgive me,
guy. Here, take... - It cast away a bast mat: on a lap at it lay
the fine sheath of color of an old tree intertwined with a long belt. - I
worked all night long, - the old man not without pride told. - Was afraid... if you to
to other lump did not go... Make favor, accept... do not offend...
- Now I will bring a sword, - the Wolfhound told.
Tilorn to whom treatment of a puppy, it is visible, indeed ran into money,
slept still tight. Niilit did a plait, having sat down on edge of wooden
beds at it in legs. She smiled to the Wolfhound and bowed to him, but
right there scaredly jumped: he gave a hand to the sword lying on the shelf.
The wolfhound pressed a finger to lips and waved with a palm - there is nothing supposedly
to be afraid. Took away a sword and a purse with money and returned to the yard.
The figured blade entered a sheath as a leg in well fami
liar boot.
nail lishka, shortage hair. The crosspiece slightly clicked about
the figured okovka of the mouth supplied with an ear for "a thong of good intentions".
The wolfhound turned a sheath and with a force stirred up them several times. Sword and not
thought to fall out. The wolfhound threw a cross body strap and clasped
buckles. Then got a hand, and the handle laid down in a palm conveniently and precisely.
The wolfhound pulled a sword outside. That left quietly and smoothly, without getting stuck,
one movement promising immediate blow. The wolfhound smiled and returned
sword in a sheath, having without effort caught the mouth an edge tip.
- You are a real master, Varokh, - he told yours faithfully. - Though wait a moment!
Yesterday you measured only me, and the sword, is remembered...
Lame сегван smiled in reply and shook the gray-haired head.
- What measure? To me to look at once... The wolfhound untied a burse:
- Half-quarters silver, so?
The master quickly rose and held his hand.
- Do not offend, the guy, - he spoke quietly. - You cut three
robbers and one more, speak, shot, and the sword took away from Zhadoby and
the right hand to it mutilated... which it... For it I to you not that
sheath... All bench...
- Thanks on the kind word, the grandfather, - the Wolfhound told. - Only payment all
take. To you the granddaughter to raise... most it is necessary to eat-drink... You will not take,
will leave, again Zhadoba robbed you.
It counted coins and, without listening to arrangements, poured out them to Varokh in a palm.
Old сегван long looked at brilliant silver, and a white beard
shuddered more and stronger. Then he suddenly stepped to the Wolfhound and embraced him.
- You come to us... the sonny, - he told and convulsively sighed, vainly
trying to hide the risen tears. - Come somehow, and? To your girl
we will celebrate a corbel... wattled... with fasteners...
Having lost hope for a sunlight in bondage,
Soul fades, and heart ceases in a breast.
And someone will whisper: "All the same there is no disposal..."
Who broken died in a dungeon - you do not judge them.
And those do not judge who, without having taken out freight of chains,
Without being able to escape and endeavoring to annoy executioners,
In total scores finished in one of sad days...
Whether the end - and itself, and chains is better at once?
Do not dare to reproach them for the fact that they could not
To master it that did not dream you.
On own skin try at first shackles -
And however, I will not begin to wish it to anybody.
I knew also others - who hardly noticed fetters,
Making a line after line in miner dust
The treatise about love and about fight of the universal beginnings...
Those people - that the sun: they and in a gloom are light.
I was not such is. I was angry and desperately proud.
I knew for what Gods from death store me.
To revenge at first for treason, for a fierce razor -
Then only ancestors will accept me with honor.
I death for death paid also with blood for blood.
For all who to term went to boundless darkness.
For all, turned into balls from claws and canines...
I will not begin to wish it to anybody too.
5. 5. TO OUTARGUE THE PRIEST
The sword hung behind the back, taken to a sheath for a crosspiece "by a thong
good intentions". Nonvolatile the Mouse managed to investigate already in detail a sheath and
found them low-edible, but very convenient for a lasagna there and here.
The wolfhound slowly went down the street, and he had a mood quite under
to become the sky entirely tightened gray clouds. Already beaten three days it
to sense bypassed craft workshops without anything. Smiths, kozhemyak and
the mostnik adjusting one to another wooden croakers of a pavement with
respect glanced at his big shoulders and palms covered with callosities.
But predatory as Bravlin was expressed, the ugly face and scars left weapon
and shackles, over and over again did the part. Nobody hurried to take to himself
former convict, person for certain uneasy, and even dangerous...
moreover vein. The wolfhound knew that he can always find for sedousy
foreman. That for certain will help, time promised. But at the thought of, that
somewhere to run and by order of the same Bravlin to cut some
"thief", in anything as then, it will become clear, not guilty... Is not present.
The wolfhound went down the street and thought of the native woods, and everything became to him
more precisely. It would have enough house with itself a simple zone knife, well there -
onions with arrows for hunting. A sword, weapon military, in the wood not потребен. And
here?. After incident at Varokh Volkodav without sword for gate not
left. And the thong which gushed over a handle was such is that in a case
what blow did not detain.
Still he thought of how it would be good to reserve the remained money,
to buy the sailboat and to go on it to Sveta’si's upper courses, to radical
Vienna lands... if not the lock of the Cannibal, which charred ruins
defiled the coast at the very beginning of a way.
Be it as before, one, it easily would bypass the lock the woods. With
satellites like Tilorn and Niilit it is necessary to wait for fall when merchants
will go from Galirad back.
No, nevertheless glory to Gods that it was now not one...
Sometimes it seemed to the Wolfhound - he will not think up an exit. Sometimes -
everything is somehow formed, it is only necessary to wait slightly.
This morning Tilorn once again examined Mysh's wing and ordered
To buy a wolfhound the strong wine killing an infection. Walking forward, veins
slowly looked out for a tavern more purely, and was to it, the truth to tell, slightly
horribly. As though purchase of wine concealed in itself something irreversible,
like the first cut knife. Tilorn promised that it will not be painful to Mysh. But
who will be charged for certain?.
Nonvolatile Mysh felt his state, and, without understanding the reason,
made up to the person. From it conscience tormented the Wolfhound even more.
At last, having chosen a door from which smelled fresh pies delicious,
The wolfhound bent the head and entered.
He noticed at once policemen whose dozens - with Bravlin in
to the head - settled down at a table near a door. Young policemen plaid about
rukoborstvo. Rolled up sleeves, approved elbows on a table and were measured
by force, swearing and laughing loudly.
To wolfhound, precisely the boy, there was a wish to take a look a little at fighters,
however at first it was necessary to execute conceived. It was limited to bow
To Bravlin and at once passed to a rack.
Korchmar was not pleasant to it. Having looked at it once, the Wolfhound
understood that to Ayr-Donn to this type it was far. Sometimes, person,
got used to deal mainly with foreigners, thinks about
to boundless width of the world also finds wisdom, and with it and kindness. Happens and
on the contrary: other begins to turn up a nose and, it seems, even to hesitate of blood
make related.
/> Also you will not talk to it, and the traveler who got into trouble, he
will hang, and for nothing will not shelter...
- What to give, respectable? - he asked the Wolfhound.
Asked it seems politely, but so that veins remembered also the shirt at once,
patched on elbows, and an ugly scar on the left cheek, and dusty boots.
He told:
- Small bottle of transparent wine. Very strong, such, that
burned.
Korchmar slightly raised eyebrows. Whether the request of the Wolfhound seemed to it
oddish, whether the Vienna okanye very much cut hearing. Anyway,
he nodded and disappeared in a low door behind a rack.
-... priests of Twin Gods, - the scrap touched ears of the Wolfhound
casual conversation. - Preach on the square. We descend, perhaps,
let's listen?.
The wolfhound turned to a rack a back, and, having leaned the elbows, began to look,
as policemen fought. The top was held by the white-headed spindle-legs with shoulders,
passing, has to be, not at any door. Mighty guys loudly
encouraged the friends who clashed in single combat. Someone in anger already
bet on the earring which is taken out from an ear...
Sedousy Bravlin caught an eye of the Wolfhound and, appear, wanted something
to tell, but was not in time: returned корчмарь and with a lung pristuky put on
rack a graceful bubble in which lapped from a half-cup colourless
liquids. The wolfhound pulled out a stopper and smelled. Just the fact that it is necessary.
Curious Mysh stuck a nose to an opening of a sklyanochka too and, having sneezed, fastidiously
recoiled.
- How many from me? - the Wolfhound asked.
- Six copper coins. I hope, you are able to count up to six, - answered
корчмарь is slightly louder, than followed. The wolfhound noticed out of the corner of the eye,
that the heads began to turn in their party. - But I, - continued
the owner of an institution, - with pleasure I will give you a gift this wine if you
you will show us directly here as drink it at you, in the Vienna woods. Really
only the savage throat is capable...
- I would show, only to me it not for drink, - slowly and very much
quietly the Wolfhound uttered. - You are the person educated, you know,
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