Then nodded on an arrant: - Tell better, you will give it to me if I beat
your good fellow?
The priest took of it the estimating view.
- Whether not too you are self-confident, the pagan? The wolfhound kept silent.
- You will not win, - the priest told. - Though... whether to me, imperceptible,
to judge ways of Twins? Win, - here he smiled, - and create over him,
that you will wish.
The wolfhound nodded and, having undone a breast buckle, removed a sling with
sheath. Approached a knesinka and with bow stretched it a handle:
- Untie, the monarchess, a thong.
Knesinka Elen untangled knot and said in low tones:
- Do not ruin yourself. Wolfhound.
Remembered, he joyfully was surprised. And aloud told:
- As it will turn out, madam.
Then he looked at that place in crowd where he just stood itself, and
not too was surprised, having seen Bravlin there. The wolfhound put to him in hands
sheath and sklyanochka with wine:
- Take!
The bottle could break, and he still simply did not get used to a new sheath and
was afraid that they will prevent it. Bravlin took that and another and uncertainly
gave a hand to Mysh:
- Animal...
Mouse loudly clicked teeth, and the sedousy foreman hasty drew aside
palm. Around with relief laughed. Bravlin at first frowned and
reddened, but then smoothed moustaches and too smiled.
- Give, the guy! - he told the Wolfhound. - Do not shame!
That already went to a scaffold, and habitual Mysh grabbed braids, getting over
from his shoulder on a nape.
Having climbed up an eminence, the Wolfhound felt as all skin crowd views.
Not the greatest pleasure when stares at you the half-cities. Wild
veins, as always poking the nose into other people's affairs. The wolfhound frowned and drove
designate excess thoughts.
Having pulled out a piece of a band from a zone pocket, he tied them a forehead that
sweat did not flow in eyes and did not prevent to fight. The two-color soldier bent
knees, and the priest, whispering something, traced in air over his helmet
The divided Circle. The wolfhound turned facing the sun which appeared in
rupture of clouds.
"An eye of Gods, the Bearer of All Benefits, the presvetly Sun, - mentally
he addressed a heavenly flame. - Let Twins rule in peace those,
who worships them. But why this person speaks to me as if You -
is not present?."
Someone claimed then as if a silvery pattern on an edge of its sword
shone surprisingly brightly.
- Call, call the gods, - the derisive voice interrupted his prayer
priest.
The crowd answered with the offended rumble, and a knesinka of Elen, having frowned,
was lop-sided on the mighty boyars standing at the left and to the right of its chair. Not
whether it is time to hint supposedly the visiting preacher that it was expressed
more courteous?.
"Bless my sword, the great-grandfather the Sun, - without condescending prior to a squabble with
the priest, the Wolfhound silently asked. - I want to get out this guy: well
unless business - to force to believe in Gods..."
- It did not disturb you when you conjured Twins, - fearlessly gave
voice arrant.
- When speak with true Gods, nothing can prevent, - told
the priest also receded aside, making room for a duel.
To outargue the priest, the Wolfhound angrily thought and turned to the rival.
The person capable to agree to false fight, trust,
to it did not command respect. But it is at least possible to argue with it on
clear language, without boffinry and verbal curls...
They welcomed each other a sword wave, then met, and the people
hooted again. Two-color it was healthy and mighty before that sinewy as
the belt, the Wolfhound near it seemed the puny teenager.
- Where to it, - was distributed from crowd. - Yes striped alive will eat it!
- Whether it is imaginable, against such force...
The young arrant sadly shook the head and more strong pressed to himself
books...
It is full and strong, the Wolfhound thought, catching and striking aside blow behind blow. Very much
it is strong. Also it was always full. Here only got used to play with a silushka more and more
over meek. As this bookworm. And once, probably, was valorous
soldier...
The wolfhound slowly moved back along a scaffold edge, estimating the rival,
getting used and adapting to it. The area behind his back disappointedly
sighed. Honestly supposedly - whether imaginable business?. The wolfhound knew: by sight
the ordinary person, he looked much less quick, than fair-haired
сольвенн. Because that foreknew what will be each blow, and it
fought really, without hint, and striped was an opponent what
to look. Only skilled rubak yes not numerous veins kept mum,
standing in crowd. They saw: two-color was angry and put in the
blows the increasing force, attacked more and more promptly and more dangerously. Here only
its blows for some reason did not achieve the objectives.
Then the Wolfhound distinctly heard a voice of Bravlin addressing to
to someone from citizens:
- On how many we fight what veins will win?
- Spare cash was got in any way, the foreman, - sounded in reply.
The wolfhound had no time to consider with whom agreed him there
unintentional znakomets.
- Yesterday earned a salary in two weeks, - Bravlin grinned.
Interlocutors began to argue and at last agreed on one and a half quarters
silver from what the Wolfhound concluded that policemen lived in poverty not. Or
Bravlin just expected what should not be given...
Two-color meanwhile grew furious. To the madman a vein with magnificent
sword just there was no place to undertake. But undertook. Also fought seriously.
Very much even seriously. Striped well knew the own worth. In addition it in good time
acquired the receptions loved by galiradsky heroes and it was quite ready if not
to an easy victory, to an equal dispute with any local warrior. Tow-haired
Plishka was strong too, but he would beat him and in the real fight. That for
hard brought a vein here? This of veins fought as if forgotten by Gods
the vituperator of belief was his brother. Also fought skillfully! All impact
the giant precisely failed in emptiness, only on a sword it is not known what
in the way there were notches.
Two heavy blades flew up, were turned, weaved prompt in air
web. Then everything came to an end.
Striped was angry more and more, losing patience and care. Everyone
time, adjoining to the Wolfhound blade, his sword took the fling and
as if voluntarily drew in pretzel air, striving to jump out
from a palm. The soldier of priests was ready to gobble up a vein alive. All arrangements
about not shedding of blood were long ago and are strongly forgotten. It will kill it
the savage who was so humiliating him with the skill. A trouble only - later
each attack the vein a look was necessary to find anew: that everyone
time managed to be gone it is unknown where. Crimson began to tighten eyes
rage veil. Never before two-color knew defeats in a duel.
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br /> The next whistling swing sank in anywhere, striped developed around.
And directly before himself he saw the scared eyes of the captured bookworm,
watching a fight. From under a painted mask the squeezed roar reached.
The sword promptly and bloodthirstily soared up over the head...
The wolfhound arose between him and an arrant, as if by magic. Figured
the sword rose in his hand, meeting crushing blow.
Vienna. the smith living very long time ago did not bring the far grandson.
The ring and crunch was distributed. In hands at two-color there was a handle with
stump in a half-span length. Without having understood a fever, the disarmed soldier
still tried to threaten. Then with abuse threw a useless handle
To wolfhound in a face.
The figured sword intercepted it in air - one never knows, still will wound
whom - also dropped down to the ground two steps away from a scaffold. Then by a snake it was thrown
forward and, having raised the kolchuzhny barmitsa who was hanging down from a mask on a breast
rested against a podborodochny belt of a helmet.
- Remove mittens, - the Wolfhound quietly ordered. A shirt on it
got wet through. He panted, but tried to speak exactly. At
who should not be doubts concerning the one who won.
Two-color, it is necessary to pay it tribute, began to hesitate... But Wolfhound sword
moved from a belt, having touched pliable skin, and in blue eyes for
mask cuts rage and an unruliness were replaced by pity to themselves.
Surprising business, was thought to the Wolfhound to what value own
life the people who got used to take away with unpunished ease it from others...
Two-color slowly pulled down one mitten, then another. Threw them on
scaffold.
- And now we send, - the Wolfhound told it. From under a helmet the shock appeared
the curly black hair which stuck together from sweat and dense moustaches. Won was
it is very not bad itself. Probably, really it was pleasant to maids. Wolfhound
took away a sword from his neck and turned to the preacher. Nonvolatile the Mouse was in time
to return on a shoulder and it is proud inflated a fluffy breast, including a victory on
to last resort half the.
- So I take away this person, - the Wolfhound told. Also nodded on
arrant, That took a broad view of him open eyes, obviously without trusting
to the incident.
The wolfhound low bowed to a knesinka, jumped off from a scaffold and went for
sheath and bubble. Bravlin greeted its very broad with a smile: one and a half
quarters of a horse silver were money not so small. Arrant timidly
looked back to the recent torturers, then convulsively pressed to a breast
books and clumsily got down down to the ground after the Wolfhound.
The crowd cheerfully rustled and hooted, cracking blameworthy jokes on
to occasion of Twin Gods and their servants. It is necessary to think, the priest said
rather terrible sermon. People are always glad to laugh at what
they were going to be frightened.
However heaven and earth would inevitably be moved if the Pupil Bliznetsov
allowed someone else to reserve the last word. Here it
solemnly upraised hands to the sky, and the voice which got used to booming emptiness
temples, it was without effort carried over the area:
- Knowledge of the Twins glorified in three worlds is blessed and
Their father, Eternal and not given rise! Vnemlite, low-true that for
the penalty was appointed by Them to the turncoat who preferred twilight of renunciation to light
true belief. They made him the slave to the wild barbarian stagnating in
paganism. Whether the worst share to the heretic thinking himself can drop out
educated?.
Yes, the Wolfhound wearily told himself, clasping a breast buckle and hiding
in a burse fragile sklyanochka. To outargue the priest!
They went down the street.
- Where we go? - the arrant asked. The wolfhound answered not immediately, and the young man,
having darted a glance at the terrible deliverer cautious, grievously recovered: -
Where you conduct me... owner?
- On inn, - the Wolfhound grumbled. - You will be washed up, you sing... and
there remain or go, I am not insolent.
Arantxa time was required to digest these words. Then it
indecisively spoke:
- The brother Honomer gave me to you in...
Its voice trembled.
The brother Honomer, mentally repeated the Wolfhound.
- Me... To call Evrikh, - having kept silent, the young man told. - You, I
heard... the knesinka the Wolfhound called...
- Perhaps also called, - the Wolfhound muttered. If Evrikh was not presented
itself, he would not begin to inquire at all. On which to it a name of the person, with
which he the latest will say goodbye forever tomorrow morning. And the
to open for him...
- Thanks to you, - Evrikh said meanwhile. - It is visible, were not translated still
noble people... You will become silent or not, the Wolfhound thought.
... Then he wondered whether the evil disappointment maleficiated it Evrikh.
They were two steps away from Gostiny dvor of Lyubochada when towards to them
the passerby got: average height of people from surprisingly not memorable
appearance what in any crowd there is a lot of. It passed them, having passed with that
the parties where there was with the books Evrikh...
At first it seemed to the Wolfhound as if the arrant stopped, having stumbled.
It was lop-sided on the clumsy satellite... also it krutanutsya immediately all over,
turning around back. The imperceptible passerby was not visible anywhere. And Evrikh
stone look looked through the Wolfhound, and on a face at it was
the amazement mixed with some children's offense. It slowly tended
forward, and the top book from a pile which it bore was already ready
to fall. And on a bottom of his short shirt quickly spread and dripped on
wooden pavement thick scarlet blood.
Ubiquitous boys jumped on the place, specifying for a corner:
- There, there ran!.
To catch up, the instant thought scalded the Wolfhound. And to kill. Yes, it will catch up
murderer. And that will regret that he was born on light. But here an arrant to that
time izoydt blood already for certain.
It was not necessary to fall to Evrikh. The wolfhound picked up it on hands.
Evrikh poorly moaned and calmed down. Blood pushes left a wide wound
in the bottom of a stomach. Books in heavy leather covers were scattered on
pavement...
- Collect! - the Wolfhound to boys bellowed. And like mad rushed in
the opened gate, then through the yard. The lodgers who were coming across towards
in horror jumped aside away.
The wolfhound flew up on a vskhoda, jumping through steps, and with a force kicked
leg door. Having hit against a jamb, it departed outside, and the Wolfhound rushed
to the room. Tilorn who was by the window which is filled in with the sun, scaredly
turned back.
- Save it if you can, - panting, the Wolfhound told.
From a corridor, having not much more lagged behind it, Niilit appeared. It is already
the second day worked in kitchen, helping the cook, the dishwasher.
Having seen in the yard of the Wolfhound, she gave up
all affairs at once and ran behind it.
Niilit picked up the curtailed cover, - that, carried away from the lock
The cannibal, - and vividly spread on a floor. The wolfhound lowered on him
dying. Evrikh's face seemed transparent, lips became gray, and only on
to neck the zinger poorly fluttered.
Tilorn was already kneeling beside him. Long fingers of the scientist
touched a forehead of an arrant - pale, in cold biserina of sweat.
- It is possible to save, am afraid only, me not to cope to one, - he told.
- Help, friends...
- What to do? - hoarsely the Wolfhound uttered.
- Embrace me. And do not unclench hands at all...
The wolfhound and Niilit rushed near it on a floor and strong clasped it
from two parties. Tilorn's palms laid down on the blood-stained Evrikh's stomach,
on the right and to the left of a wound.
Will pray now, the Wolfhound understood. Will call somebody on
help... He was mistaken: Tilorn did not begin to pray, at least aloud.
But at the Wolfhound before eyes sparks suddenly started gleaming. So happens,
if long to squat, and then at once to jump. He felt,
as ears and a nose grow cold. Tilorn took away from him a part of vital force,
somehow to pour it in Evrikh's body. In the same way it,
probably, treated also a puppy. Here only the pesy kid was located on
palms, and today they tried to save the person.
The wolfhound wanted to push away away Niilit, but for this purpose it was required
to release at least one hand, and he did not venture.
Sparks before eyes became more and more. Well is not present, thought
Wolfhound, gritting teeth and feeling as sweat runs on temples. Only
try to die to me. Still what invented. I you for this purpose at priests
took away?. Where your Truth, Gods?. Why everyone говнюк, got on
the priestly vestments, can from your name...
- Everything, - weak and infinitely tired voice Tilorn uttered. - If
it did not help... Niilit, my girl, look...
The wolfhound opened eyes. To its horror, the scientist's hand bedaubed
clotted blood, blindly rummaged in air. Niilit seized her with the
two.
- Look how it, - Tilorn asked it.
- You... - it began, but Tilorn interrupted:
- Nothing happens to me. Look as its wound. Niilit
it was inclined over Evrikh. Together with the Wolfhound they raised an arrant and
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