Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  the thickset, strong red-bearded man approached.

  - On the ship! - having imperatively waved a hand, he ordered to the old man. -

  We sail now!

  - I ask you, Nakar... - the unfortunate slave was bent. - Please,

  call mister...

  - Perhaps to you directly here to bring the Tsar Sun? - Nakar snapped. -

  And well vividly upward, so far I to you did not pull out the second hand!.

  The wolfhound looked at the extensive cloud gradually showing because of

  neboskata stupid snow-white teeth. Arrantsky korabelshchik loved

  to sail before a storm: it was necessary to pass rocky only in time

  islands, and there the fair wind informed of them nearly the house.

  Seamen they were excellent and in the open ocean of any storm not

  were afraid.

  Old Over in despair turned to the wife...

  - A respectable shenvna Kirenn, - gave a vote. Wolfhound. - Tell it

  red-bearded that I ask it to call mister here.

  Very few people he did not love as supervisors.

  - The owner to have a rest laid down! - without having allowed the woman to open a mouth, Nakar bellowed.

  And again turned to Nad: - And you do not anger me, вельх better...

  - A respectable shenvna Kirenn, - slowly, with heavy hatred repeated

  Wolfhound, - let this shame some kind of, the bastard conceived on garbage

  to heap, will bring the mister here. Also tell it so, respectable Kirenn:

  if it once again opens the smelly mouth, then will choke with own

  guts.

  Nakar, the person grated, thought why he of veins preferred to address to

  to it through the old woman. To frighten the hefty supervisor it was difficult, but

  the matter is that the Wolfhound also did not frighten him. It it simply gathered

  to kill.

  It worked better than any threats. Sdavlenno muttering about itself,

  Nakar vzbezhat on staircases on the vessel. And at the same time and far away from

  hanged man-venna. After a while near a board the owner appeared -

  the young arrantsky merchant in leather sandals and a sound blue raincoat

  over a short shirt from fine golden silk. Same tape

  held it is necessary a forehead well-groomed dark curls.

  - Au-oh, Nad! - he was surprised. - Yes in any way for you really repayment

  collected?

  The old man shook, he helplessly looked back to the Wolfhound.

  - It you, perhaps, - on-arrantski addressed the merchant Volkodav, - at

  people promised to release it for repayment in seven horses?

  Darsy got over through a board and walked down staircases. Nakar went

  after the owner, on the run warning:

  - My master, is very dangerous bastard... Darsy only

  waved away. At the same time moved a raincoat floor, and it became visible short to a curve

  the sword hanging on the left side. Darsy, seemingly, considered that he owns him

  skillfully. Perhaps so it also was.

  - For the sake of the Almighty, the barbarian as well you speak our language!

  - he told the Wolfhound. - Who are you? For the simple mercenary at you too

  correct reprimand...

  - You promised to release it one-armed for repayment in seven horses? -

  the Wolfhound repeated.

  - I, - nodded Darsy. - And I do not refuse the words. Here only,

  the kind barbarian, forgive, but by your look it is impossible to suspect in any way,

  that your purse was burdened though by a quarter of a horse, not to mention seven.

  whether you want to offer yourself instead of it?. - Kirenn gasped, and the merchant

  took of the Wolfhound from head to foot the estimating view of the expert and shook

  head: - Is not present, save me Gods of the Heavenly Mountain from similar slaves. So

  that...

  - At me to eat than pay, - the Wolfhound told. Having undone on a breast

  brand new brilliant buckle, he extended a long belt from ears and removed a sword

  from a back. It seemed to it as if in a back pulled ice now

  draft. Having taken a sheath in the left hand, right it extended from them wonderful

  brown-silvery blade, understanding clearly what makes it in most

  last time.

  - Take, - he told an arrant. At Darsiya eyes were slightly rounded.

  - You are their son? - he asked with amazement.

  - No, not the son, - the Wolfhound told.

  - Then who you are?.

  - I brought you repayment, - the Wolfhound told. - Take it.

  The merchant as if regained consciousness and, keeping the eyes glued on a sword, carelessly nodded

  to the supervisor:

  - Nakar, remove a collar from Nad. I give the slave to this person.

  It, it is visible, really not bad understood weapon and understood that

  blade - not a fake. The Arrant took a sword, and the Wolfhound almost heard

  the silent shout full of rage and despair with which it is empty and it is cold

  became in a breast. Gloomy Nakar bowed to the owner, escaped on the ship and

  long enough did not come back. Probably, the key unlocking collars

  it was used infrequently, so, and it was removed far.

  - Barbarians, the wild tribe, and do... what pearl for mine

  meetings! - Darsy spoke meanwhile in undertones. It turned and

  lovingly ironed a brilliant edge, and the Wolfhound understood how he feels

  the husband at whom in the eyes begin to touch the wife. - This sword costs much

  it is more than seven horses, - Darsy told it. - I order to call the master

  the armorer, and he will call the exact price. Everything that over seven horses, will be

  to you it is returned.

  What coins you prefer? Or, maybe, gemstones? At

  I just am quite good emeralds from Bright mountains...

  - I will not begin to exchange it for silver, - the Wolfhound told. - So you

  you release the slave?

  - Of course, I release, but...

  The wolfhound nodded and silently stepped by him to old Nadu. Probably,

  it would be necessary to wait until Nakar returns and properly will unlock on

  to the grandfather's neck the collar which that, badly trusting itself, slowly turned

  lock forward. Probably. Near a lock very well familiar was seen

  To wolfhound the ear intended for a chain. Venn undertook both hands for

  collar, and that began to creak, and then burst together with a leather lining.

  The wolfhound unbent it up to the end and threw out in water.

  - It is good that your sword such road! - cheerfully the arrant laughed and

  joking shook finger at the Wolfhound: - You spoiled my property,

  barbarian. I gave you only the slave, but not a collar.

  - Happily to you, the merchant, - the Wolfhound told. At this time between

  the korabelshchik staring through a board red-bearded Nakar appeared.

  - Long you potter! - Darsy waved to it. In other hand it had a sword

  Wolfhound. - And you it is happy, the barbarian, - he told, going into staircases.

  Ascended - and hefty seamen vividly dragged a planked footway on the ship, and coastal

  workers began to unwind mooring cables. Bright checkered sails

  zatrepykhatsya on wind, dressing masts under an amicable hoot of team. Wind

  just dump kept; till the thunder-storm it for certain will carry away them for islands.

  The wolfhound did not begin to watch how the ship departs. He looked on

  the embraced, crying old men also thought of whether is at these two where

  to bend the head for the night. And wha
t will be told by Varokh if he also Nada with

  Kirenn will take to him...

  He noticed how knees at the old man were turned in, and managed to think:

  too it seems still transfer unexpectedly fallen down happiness, here, perhaps, in

  the business the head around will go... The wolfhound picked up begun to fall

  Nada also saw that the old man ceased to breathe.

  Veins hasty laid it up the person on a timbered flooring,

  ironed by hundreds and hundreds of legs. He knew how to push faltered

  heart how anew to inflate prigasshy was life...

  - Do not awake him, - Kirenn said to him in low tones. - Let sleeps...

  The wolfhound wanted to object it, but changed the mind. Kirenn sat down beside the husband and

  began to iron fingers his face from which wrinkles already vanished.

  - Now we will not leave you, - she quietly repeated. - Now we

  we will never leave you... You wait a moment, I now...

  The sunlight suddenly grew dim, and the Wolfhound involuntarily looked back in

  side of the sea, but behind itself the silent sigh heard almost at once and saw,

  that Kirenn did not sit any more, and lay beside the husband, упокоив the head of it on

  breasts. They met nevermore to leave.

  The thundercloud rose above and above by a sky as if huge

  the hand upraised because of the horizon. She promised the arrantsky ship

  and whether damned good wind, whether blessed... Cloud top

  burned with white pearls, at the bottom reddish silently flashed

  summer lightnings. Here finally the sun, and lilac cloudy steep slopes hid

  turned into the dark gray wall which was slowly falling on the city...

  Probably, smother Nada and Kirenn already walked, having embraced, on transparent

  to sea waves on a decline, there, where a glass stronghold rose over

  fogs the Island of Apples, velkhsky paradise of Trekhrogy - Oylen Ul...

  Expecting a close rain, dealers rolled up trays and tents, and

  buyers hurried to get that why welcomed on the market; to bargain

  was especially once, both that and others with might and main used it. People

  looked back for two motionless old men and the Wolfhound standing beside

  them on a lap. Others swung the heads and went away, others were late. In

  features those who shared copper and silver with Kirenn.

  - Means, after all redeemed the husband? - asked the Wolfhound.

  And he answered:

  - Redeemed.

  The curling suburb of a cloud hung already over the heads, meanwhile on

  to the sea lead patches of light went for a walk. The area quickly became empty, only

  Sea God of arrant still threatened it is unknown to whom the harpoon.

  The wolfhound met eyes the beautiful youth-velkhom, in any way not wishing

  to leave, and told it:

  - Descend to your elder, let people will send...

  The Wolfhound came back home already under a pouring rain. It slowly went

  empty streets on which even dogs were not visible. Lightnings with a crash

  ripped up the wet gray sky, but the Wolfhound did not pray. God Grozy and so

  knew what happened at it at heart. Here, so, why it was entrusted it

  kind sword, heritage of the ancient smith. The wolfhound, however, counted all

  two standing business, but people were three. The sword helped it to beat off Evrikh at

  priests. And to arrange so that the couple of old men managed to embrace here, on

  to the earth before already forever finding each other in heaven. Wolfhound

  knew velkhsky belief. The one who died the slave and on the Island of Apples will appear at

  somebody in a service. Over and Kirenn send away free. Left a hand in a hand.

  Perhaps, in the following life they should not look for each other so

  long.

  Say that to go to a way to rain time - good

  sign...

  On the island Oylen Ul Nad will build the house for darling, and there will be they

  to live-live. And there, who knows, the guy who will want will be found

  to become it the son. Really for it it was worth giving a sword so to be sorry was

  there is nothing. And hardly the reasonable blade for a long time will be late at the person,

  not costing, on deep belief of the Wolfhound, the kind word. Not such is

  it to agree to hang resignedly on a wall. Or perhaps it at all

  will decide to go together with the ship to the green sea abyss, having executed everything,

  what to it on the earth it was intended?.

  There is nothing to regret.

  The wolfhound wetted through through, water continuous streams flew on hair and

  to the person also ran down, any more without being absorbed in the clothes sticking to a body. Later

  that as velkh, according to the custom, carried away the dead on dry land in the boat,

  he long still sat on the embankment, looking in a gray wall of a rain,

  it is impenetrable closed in ten steps. And then rose and started wandering without

  special purpose. He was cold, but in heat did not hurry. To it was all the same.

  There is nothing to regret. Why the Wolfhound wanted to raise a howl as howls

  the hungry dog forgotten by the left owners on a chain?.

  The day which is pressed down by blocks of clouds died away quicker than put. When

  The wolfhound was dragged in in Varokh's workshop, around bluish already got denser

  twilight. The wolfhound stopped under a porch canopy, pulled down a shirt and

  it was rubbed off by it, then began to squeeze out. The first it was scented by a puppy. Was distributed

  ringing yelping, at a door from that party заскреблись claws. Probably,

  the kid got up on hinder legs and with might and main twirled by a fluffy tail, welcoming

  Leader. The wolfhound stretched to a door, but here she revealed

  towards. The puppy with joyful squeal was rolled out to it under legs, however

  The wolfhound now about him forgot, grew dumb having stared at the one who

  opened for him a door.

  This person was suspiciously similar to Tilorn. Same growth, the same

  painful leanness and long, graceful fingers. Same thin lines

  pale, with the failed cheeks of the person. The same dark-violet eyes, in

  which almost always shivered ready to flash kind gold sparkles

  laughter. But it was not Tilorn. Instead of the magnificent silver wise man before

  Absolutely young man with exactly and shortly cut stood a wolfhound

  ashy hair and without any signs of a beard and moustaches. Also it is dressed

  was not in a white shirt to toe, and in the usual men's wear hanging

  the truth, on a lean body a bag.

  - Here you see how it is dangerous to leave me unguarded, - voice

  Tilorna told the person. It was visible that he was going to laugh with all the heart,

  but the type of the stiffened person Volkodava installed in it the increasing confusion.

  - We made as your custom orders, - he hasty assured a vein. - All

  burned and that remained, buried...

  Could and not tell, with infinite fatigue the Wolfhound thought and

  itself slightly was surprised to own indifference. Cut the hair and cut the hair. If

  absolutely the fool also you do not understand that a half of vital force to

  otkromsat, - your business. If you consider that I to you because of a whim a beard

  did not allow to cut short...

  From depth of the house Evrikh appeared and at once asked:

  - And where your sword, Wolfhound?.

  - Ye
s, it is valid?. - Tilorn bethought. The wolfhound silently bypassed them

  also crossed a workshop, trying not to leave marks. Having got out to back

  porch, he sat down on a step, damp from drops, and began to listen as he rustled

  rain. Tilorn remained indoors and something was told to Evrikh, but by the Wolfhound

  did not begin to strain hearing. He did not think of anything, and in the head was empty as

  in the opened grave.

  ... Cave. Smoky fumes of torches. The winged shadows which are rushing about under a ceiling.

  The shaggy, tinkling shackles crowd...

  Sometimes pulled supervisors to have a good time, and then someone from them

  offered slaves a duel as истинньй taste to pleasure

  delivers some shade of danger. The called slave was unchained, and

  it - with barehanded or with the stone which is snatched out from under legs - had to

  to fight against the supervisor armed with a whip and a dagger, and it is frequent

  also in a chain armor. Nevertheless the person interested was always because to the one who

  will beat the supervisor, promised freedom. The duel to death lasted, and

  that whom before battle unchained, knew that it is more to it of them not

  to carry. He either will be released, or will die. Supervisors won

  steadily, such way on freedom for all history of Bright mountains not

  there was still any person. However the slave for a duel was always.

  Others thought - someone will become sometime the first, so why not I?

  Everything has to begin with someone, so why not with me?. For others

  the fight with the supervisor became way of suicide...

  And here day came - or do not put who will sort it in underground night? -

  when the supervisor known as the Wolf came forward:

  "Hey, krysoyeda! Well, somebody wants on freedom?"

  "I", - now responded a deep, constrained voice. Told young

  the slave who was considered very dangerous and all the time held on single

  works and besides in the shortened shackles that could not threaten,

  properly to step. It and now, for the first time for half a year, went in

  to the general crowd only because it was transferred to a new face.

  "You? - with feigned surprise the Wolf told it. - Did not die yet?"

  The gray Dog answered nothing to him because it does not do to talk

  with the enemy whom you are going to kill.