Bloody Revenge
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To Tilorn near whom sat. Not to me, the Wolfhound sitting thought
on other side. To Tilorn. And if before it was not harmless
scientific debater, and real, danger. Something prompted to the Wolfhound,
as in this case it would rush to Tilorn. And, perhaps, would cover
it. Here only Tilorn hardly it would allow. The wise man embraced
the girl for shoulders, and its movement nobody would call purely fatherlike.
- I read noble Zelkhat's books... - it is slightly heard uttered
Niilit.
- Probably, something from "the Healing Spring"? - Evrikh tried to find out.
- Yes, and this too...
Tilorn smiled with such pride as though he taught Niilit
to the diploma also gave a taste it for books. Books, the Wolfhound thought, silently listening,
as among themselves three persons saved by it with enthusiasm stirred. It
did not read one book in the life. And they? Pieces on ten everyone,
probably. Perhaps even it is more. Out of politeness they spoke
on-solvennski, but the Wolfhound knowing this language is not worse native, in
fast time lost conversation thread, and then ceased something at all
to understand.
Deeply inside, precisely predatory som under a snag, the deaf wakened
offense. So, probably, the young adolescent when the mighty boyar takes offense,
undergone one hundred battles, carelessly beats out from it from a hand a sword and hurries
to meet in an amusing duel with equal to on art.
Nonvolatile Mysh lay up a paunch, luxuriating under tender and
careful hands of people. The wolfhound delivered to a circle on a table and left on
porch. Strange. He never envied rich men and notable grandees, at
which he happened to serve. But to these three, which it, in general
speaking, dressed and fed... it was nearly evil on them because that they
easily argued on something, to it resolutely inaccessible...
After a while behind the door peeped, and on a porch appeared
Evrikh.
- Where you left, the noble barbarian? - cheerfully he asked the Wolfhound.
- To you, truly, our conversation seemed uninteresting?
The wolfhound did not answer, but at that his half which considered itself
dog, the bristle moved on a nape. Evrikh deeply, with pleasure
sighed and sat down near it on warm, surprisingly hospitable boards.
- What person!. - he spoke and put a hand to the Wolfhound on
knee. - If you only knew, the barbarian to what torch of knowledge to you
happiness had to serve!. Similar minds come time in five hundred years that
to justify existence of the world...
The wolfhound kept silent again, not affectional glancing at Evrikh's hand on
the knee. That saw nothing and Did not notice, with inspiration continuing:
-... And the dense savage kept the similar person in a cage and in every possible way
tortured! The friend my barbarian, you do not know what is bondage and tortures. Moths
the Gods, that to you never...
- Why you call me the barbarian? - gloomy the Wolfhound asked.
Evrikh was struck dumb stopped.
- I... - He considerably was confused, on cheekbones the uneven flush acted. -
Believe, I nothing bad... I am an arrant, and at us it is accepted to call it
the word of all who do not belong...
- Well, - on-arrantski, with a capital reprimand the Wolfhound told it.
- And also those who belong, but it is only ready to fight, drink wine and
to run for women. I am not right?
Evrikh genuinely was surprised:
- Where you so seized our divine speech?. The wolfhound did not answer.
Evrikh poyerzat on the place, kept silent and at last offered apologizing
tone:
- You want, I you will teach to read?
- No! - the Wolfhound told. Evrikh did not find time to ask for a start
it whether it was competent. It Niilit with Tilorn of it too, by the way
did not speak.
Evrikh heaved a deep sigh, kept silent still some time, then rose.
- I, probably, abused your hospitality, noble
the warrior, - he spoke quietly. - I hope, you will allow me to take away
with books...
The wolfhound raised the head and gloomy looked on it from below up.
- And far gathered? - he asked an arrant. - To the first corner? Or to
the second?
- I studied military art, - Evrikh with insult became straight. - I
I am able...
The wolfhound slowly rose and shook off leather trousers.
- Give, - he told. - Show that you are able. If the stomach does not hurt.
You will descend by me from a porch - I will release.
... Give, give, he thought, examining the shifting from one foot to the other arrant.
Became unproductive in captivity at priests and for certain weakened, but it is difficult greatly. At once
it is visible, these people not only generations sang of corporal beauty, but also
tried to improve granted by the nature...
The wolfhound tried to compare mentally himself to Evrikh and found that they
differed approximately the same as a fluffy pet - and fierce
chain animal of whom even the owner is afraid. Curly white doggie too
can get into trouble, become thin and zavshivet. But feed up him, comb,
caress - and it is former. And, apparently, both canines are, and claws on
paws...
Evrikh indecisively moved down, stepped over a step and tried
to push away the Wolfhound after the journey. Venn threw up a hand, and his fingers slightly
stuck Evrikh into a neck, on both sides of a throat.
- You will not go anywhere, - the Wolfhound indifferently spoke. - You are killed.
Near a porch, rejoicing to gratuitous entertainment, there was already a little
curious.
- How it it is killed?. - the arrant started back. The wolfhound shrugged shoulders, not
taking away hands.
- And how your way what will be if I properly squeeze? And then I will pull
to?
Evrikh slightly became green and tried to take away his fingers. With same
it could move success a wall.
- It is dishonest, - he took offense. - I was not in time... The wolfhound nodded.
- Tell it to the murderer who waits for you there. Evrikh has a snack a lip.
Veins it was right, but the young man was not going to give up. Besides it
really knew some ways. If instead of me before it
there was a straw effigy, was thought to the Wolfhound, this effigy probably
it should hardly. It caught the flashed Evrikh's hand and, having clasped
brush, slightly turned it inside. The Arrant quietly gasped and was bent in three
deaths, having laid the head on a bend of a free hand of the Wolfhound.
- Again it is killed, - told veins. In the real fight at Evrikh would already crack
vertebras. The wolfhound released an arrant and grinned: - Though through
vysignut bedrails, perhaps. And you prt that regardless of obstacles as...
He not especially waited that Evrikh hurried to take advice. But
that made eyes aside at once and gave himself to those.
The very young servant who looked out from the house at first was frightened, then
sprinkled with laughter: the beautiful young arrant stiffened in a ridiculous pose,
nailed to carved bedrails by a rigid knee of the Wolfhound. Venn
stood aside, allowing the girl to pass, and slowly l
et out Evrikh.
That nearly cried with powerless rage and humiliation.
- Will be enough? - the Wolfhound asked. - Or still somewhere you are going to go?
- You... - Evrikh choked. - Well, you are stronger... Also you think that from
it...
Aha, stronger, the Wolfhound thought. And, much more. And still I bystry. And
is more hardy. And to fight Wuchang. For this reason they to you not really
will reach...
- It seems to the hostess, firewood to her you will pin, - he told aloud. Kind work and
nourishing food - here that, on his concepts, was necessary Arantxa.
Evrikh with hatred cried out to him in a face:
- I will not go!
Turned and ran away into the house.
The wolfhound sighed and went to cut firewood. They were pleasant with Evrikh
each other or were not pleasant, and an extra mouth to feed it was necessary to feed.
He got up near a pack so that at the same time to see gate and a door,
also turned to work. Nobody will enter the yard unnoticed. Also will not leave.
Was not enough yet that the arrant, having offended, really ran away. And
remained to roll under a fence somewhere, having been hit one more knife in a stomach.
Or an arrow in a nape...
About the rear entrance conducting through kitchen, the Wolfhound did not worry: on
to the backyard furious and very sensitive psitsa walked about day and night.
he made friends with it at once and strongly. He was able as learned in its sort,
to mentally invest itself in a pesye a gray skin. Thanks to this ability
the most vicious dogs on it not only did not rush, but did not even bark,
guessing the leader. Happened and so that he ordered to dogs, and they
understood...
... Or perhaps I revenged it, the Wolfhound wondered. For the fact that it was necessary
надсесться, saving life to an obormot. For what he is able to read, and I not
I am able. Very clever, pier... And in general, do not forget watch that you to me on
ears... that I you from priests... that you at me here where sit...
The wolfhound put next чурбак on a pack and waved a splitting axe.
And well it, he thought then, turning aside from unsuccessfully flown away
log. Let thinks what wants. I will not explain anything to it. Yes
also I will not explain, all the same will not understand. I in one way only to convince
I am able... But from the yard you at me will not go. You will not go anywhere.
The door creaked, opening and being closed, people entered and left.
When on a porch there was Evrikh, the Wolfhound did not give up work. At an arrant in
hands there were no books. Means, decided to remain nevertheless.
He was surprised a little when Evrikh went directly to it. Trying not
to look at the Wolfhound, young gramoty lifted the second splitting axe and put on
free pack чурбак. If the Wolfhound understood something, a look at Evrikh
was a little shamed. Who talked some sense into him? Niilit, Tilorn, Avdika or
the madam Lyubochada who looked out of kitchen?. The wolfhound did not become
to be interested.
Having pinned ten two logs, Evrikh put a splitting axe, drearily looked
on the hands also sat down to take rest. The wolfhound continued to work. From it
palms callosities at a toporishch, but not on the contrary could happen in any way. They
with Evrikh so nothing was told each other.
At noon Tilorn asked a knife for the Wolfhound and, having tried a finger,
it was convinced of its excellent sharpness. Strong threads from halisunsky silk
together with a thin needle already floated in a small cup, lowered in wine.
Having settled behind a little table, Tilorn took Nonvolatile Mysh on a palm,
stared to it in eyes, then slightly blew in a muzzle.
The shining beads were closed now. The small animal with pleasure yawned, but, instead of
that to hang up pads and to muffle in wings, simply became soft
at Tilorn on a palm. Having put Mysh on purely scraped out table, scientific
spread his sore wing and, велев to Evrikh to hold, began
to wipe a membrane with a soft rag, obmaknuty all in the same wine...
The wolfhound believed that he managed to see enough in the life of anything.
It killed. It saved from death. It gave wounds and sewed up wounds. In that
number on an own skin. But at the thought of how perfected
the edge here now will cut a thin, defenseless skin of Mysh...
- I... I can somehow?. - he uttered hoarsely. - Well... as that
time...
- Well, - Tilorn told. - We will cope, it small.
We, the Wolfhound thought.
- We with Niilit, - Tilorn exactly like overheard his thoughts. And
was lop-sided on the confused girl: - If you knew what forces to it
are available...
The wolfhound left the room and realized for himself a door.
Some time he was motionless, nestling on a door shovels, and
waited, growing cold that from within desperate shout of Mysh just about sounded. Such
as when to it got a whip. However the Mouse was silent. In the room
it was almost absolutely silent, only from time to time quietly told something
Tilorn. The wolfhound heard a voice, but could not sort words. He regretted about
the fact that did not ask the wise man whether long they are taken. But to the room
did not begin to come back.
Meanwhile below, in tavern, suspicious noise accrued. Wolfhound
involuntarily listened, and noise was not pleasant to it. For an evening junket still
rather early. Means, just someone did not fall in love with someone. Happens, told himself
The wolfhound was also lop-sided towards a vskhod. To quarrel,
great mind usually is not necessary. If now also benches begin to fall...
On a floor with heavy knock two benches overturned at once. Was heard
heart-rending squeal of servants, muffled men's roar and deaf slaps, what
makes the fist rashly crashing into a body. The wolfhound sighed,
frowned and went for noise. At madam Lyubochada was two huge
workers, but deliberate protection it did not hold. Its inn was loved
also knew. It stopped trade guests and at them - oruzhny,
the vatazhnik able to fight. Always will be to whom to appease squabblers, to expose
immoderately the dispersing brawler...
The wolfhound did not manage to reach yet a ladder when towards to him,
having picked up a hem, the frightened servant headlong flew up. That that
married off to it fried eggs with fat. For the girl, swearing, unfamiliar pursued
the man, large, sivoborody, time in two is more senior than the Wolfhound. A demon in
edge, that hemmed about himself. Give, the friend. Scared the maid, and will be.
Now frighten me.
Having noticed a vein, the servant peeped and hid at it behind the back. At it
the persecutor the knife gleamed in a fist, and curtailed hung on a belt
whip. The moving man, thought the Wolfhound. From that band about which he heard
in the morning in tavern.
Generally it was not against valiant funs. Though in them participations
never accepted. If such an itch in fists, why, at the end
the ends, on kind hunting and not to scratch them the friend about the friend. But what for the sake of at
it to destroy benches and to overturn tables, trampling down kind food on a floor and
frightening people? And to chase with a knife the little girl is at all in any
did not creep a collar.
- Cool down, - he advised the man. The wolfhound not really hoped that
that will listen, and exorcized more meaning that to kill the tease not
gathered. The moving man rushed to him, threatening with a knife. Broad-shouldered bull,
become tipsy exactly so that Sveta’s was knee-deep. Not
it is surprising that the girl ran, as from death. The wolfhound itself also was frightened
. In long ago the passed times.
It did not begin to beat - just without big haste receded aside and
slightly corrected the brawler for a sleeve that that definitely did not miss
forehead by a wall. Logs were stronger. Having crashed into them with running start,
the moving man fell off on a floor and remained to lie.
Whether so I use your science, Mother Kendarat?.
The wolfhound lifted the left knife, took off from the squabbler a belt with a sheath and all
together gave to a sluzhanochka:
- Keep for me.
The weapon which is selected in a fight by right passed to taken away. That with
to fight it is taken, is sacred.
Having saddled the deafened moving man, the Wolfhound dexterously wound to it wrists
long ties from his own boots. That could not
to be released, to rise. Having left it on a floor, veins went to a ladder.
He saw below Avdika and Aptakhar at once. The father with the son kept
near a rack, without admitting the cleared-up good fellows to a kitchen door, for
which as all well knew, stocks of binge and food remained. And
very young cooks hid. Two segvan worked dexterously and
harmoniously - any expensively to have a look. Avdika noticed the Wolfhound and is pleased
waved to it a hand. For city policemen for certain already ran, but,
while things are being decided, any help by the way.
Having thought a little, the Wolfhound went down, but from a ladder far
did not begin to depart. Was not enough yet that brawlers got upward and began
to behave outrageously, frightening residents...
Meanwhile the strong guy, at all not directed to a vskhod
being inferior to the Wolfhound growth. Probably, decided to find out where it
the friend let for the little girl zapropat. Or perhaps just saw
the new person and just in case decided to put for a start in him between