The wolfhound dismounted itself and removed a knesinka from a saddle. At the same time it is a little
moments held it suspended and managed to think: it is not heavy on hands at all,
though it is corpulent...
- Do not bind a snowflake, - Elen Gluzdovna ordered. - It from me
anywhere.
The tender mare was trustfully put to it when it took her under
uzdets. The wolfhound after all tied her, but on a long rope that could
and itself to look for herbs and to roll about, and to enter water. To Serk of such freedom
did not get. The nice stallion began to flaunt as it is before
tonkonogy Snowflake. Let okholont. The wolfhound took away it on other end
also left glades there, having consoled in a piece of the added some salt bread. Also remembered:
veins always put stallions and mares at a cage in which were removed
newlyweds. Purposely horses invitingly neighed and lasted the friend to
to the friend, increasing human love...
- What you create!. - the knesinka which was already sitting on met him
to the outspread body cloth. - I told, it from me anywhere!
The wolfhound almost waited that she hurried to release the favourite, but
the knesinka remained to sit.
- Perhaps and so, madam, - he told. - She can be frightened. Or
to try to take away.
Knesinka annoyancely sighed, turned away and began to look at the river and
city.
... Is more useless, the Wolfhound gloomy thought, running all over the alerted look rare
pines, creek and trees on the cape. Would call with herself girlfriends, daughters
seigniorial or though nurse. Would be with whom both to have a talk and to play and
and to protect shame if hunting to bathe comes... Venna from time immemorial
all climbed to the river together, men and women, and nothing obscene in that
did not find. The wolfhound knew that solvenna were judged differently.
... And ten adolescents would just get up behind pines that nobody
bad on seven perestrel did not manage to come nearer...
- You are always such... how onions intense? - the knesinka asked suddenly.
It appears, she watched him ransacking eyes around.
The wolfhound answered:
- Always, madam when I guard somebody.
It clapped on the outspread body cloth near itself:
- What you cost, sit down.
The wolfhound sat down, but not nearby, and opposite - a back to the river, facing the wood.
Nevertheless hardly who will jump out of water. Mysh got down from his shoulder and went
to catch someone in a forest grass.
- And simple fight you are able to fight? - the knesinka of Elen asked. - Without
weapon, one hands?
- I am able, madam, - he nodded. - Yes you saw. Knesinka resolutely
looked it fool in the face:
- Teach me, the Wolfhound.
There now, again for the, he sighed about himself. Did not smile to it at all
to get as to grain on a mill, between the runner and on point duty. Aloud it
told:
- Gods did not judge to women to fight, madam. Their men have to
to protect.
She looked at it as an angry little eyas.
- But it did not happen by a number of the man? And will wound him or, keep Gods, at all
will kill?. Cannot stand, cry for itself only at all? To beg?.
Listened to one such!.
The wolfhound looked away. Knesinka was right. And nevertheless...
- If you want, madam, I will show you how to escape, - spoke
it is reluctantly. The foundation was laid.
- Show!
The wolfhound clasped with the right hand the left wrist:
- When grab, people usually escape here so... - it pulled a hand
to,-... and it is necessary here so. - It inclined the clenched fist away from itself(himself),
overcoming resistance of one finger instead of four.
Knesinka Elen tried to make the same and was convinced in what benefit.
It drew in the crossed legs and bent to it:
- Well, hold, I will begin to escape!
The wolfhound took her by hand. Knesinka was released by one dexterous
the movement, without mistake having repeated the shown reception. Then, however, it
looked at the hand and frowned. Venna could not be known about what
she thought. And she thought that careful fingers of the bodyguard were
are capable to turn her hand into kissel easily. And would hardly save even
the folding silver bracelet in a third of a vershok thickness clasped on
wrist. She asked:
- And if... not to escape? Then that?
- If the second hand, madam is free, arrest attention. He explained to her,
how to cripple, and even to kill the person, and spoke more quietly, than others
people - how it is better to cook meat fish soup. Knesinka necessarily
shuddered, and he also offered:
- Try, madam.
Her determination to study thawed as snow on spring. It brought was
hand, but right there dropped it and rolled up the head:
- I cannot... terribly.
- Terribly, - the Wolfhound nodded. - It is necessary to decide, madam. You will delay,
itself you will be gone.
Knesinka has a snack lips and tried. Venn easily drew aside the head and
told:
- It usually do not wait, only for shout and tears.
- And if hold by both hands?
- Then hit with a knee into a groin, madam. It is very sick. And if grabbed
behind, try to strike in a face with the head. Or a leg in a shin. Also beat, prick
you beat, not zhaleyuch, very much. And at once.
He saw how fierce bloodthirstiness of ways which it terrified her
explained. She hoped to comprehend how to stop, reject
enemy... yes to be on the lam. An left that not to overcome cruelty without
cruelty, ferocity - without even worst ferocity... Where to find it
in?
Knesinka looked at the gloomy bearded guy sitting against her
and the bodyguard-venn suddenly seemed it the native of other world.
Cold and very terrible world. Which she who grew up in kindness and
content, behind oak walls of Krom, behind boards of a fatherly team, hardly
knew by hearsay. And now reflected: that had to for life
to live this person? What made it such what it was?.
- You could kill the woman, the Wolfhound? - she asked.
He answered without thinking, is absolutely quiet:
- Could, madam.
Knesinka Elen knew how its people highly honored women, and
shuddered:
- I represent that for a babishch has to be if you, veins...
The wolfhound for a moment looked at it, looked away and slowly shook
head:
- Better do not even represent, madam.
Where it was now, that... that opprobium of women, to which it at
to meeting would demolish the head without any arguments, let's make sure only that
it truly it? Perhaps all in the same place, in Bright mountains. Or perhaps is also not present.
- And child? - she asked. - You could kill the child?
The wolfhound thought and told:
- Now I do not know. Could earlier.
Told and noticed: the knesinka made effort not to start back.
From where to it was to know that he remembered an access path of the mine at once. And
children on the road.
Fed them so. Brought a basket dried (and from where o
nly took in
mountains?) fishes. How many teenagers, as much and small fishes. Everything fell out
in one heap down to the ground. Who dared, that also ate. To a gray Dog was thirteen
years when one of them, fifteen-year-old, decided to make the way in
supervisors. Also began with the fact that it was moved to take away food from those who were
more weakly. Once, when it fists won to itself(himself) already the third small fish,
The gray Dog approached him and took for a shoulder. It already then had a grasp -
you will not painfully escape. The guy turned back, and the Grey Dog, without having told
the word, broke to it the head a stone.
Still juvenile bastards whom persistently recured to the memory of the Wolfhound
it scattered then on the mooring. Though he also understood that to remember them
at all is not necessary, and to a knesinka to speak - and even less so.
- You, veins, very much hold relatives, - she unexpectedly told. -
How left what you live not in a family?
It seems that she managed to decide that he was turned out for a crime.
The wolfhound long was silent before answering. The conversation was pleasant to it all
it is less.
- I have no family, madam. She looked at the bead poured
in his fair hair, also decided to brag of knowledge of the Vienna customs:
- But you are married? Or it is the bride's gift? The wolfhound smiled.
Knesinka did not see yet that he so smiled.
- That that presented me this bead, only ten years, madam.
Elen Gluzdovna took seat more conveniently and asked:
- Tell me about yourself, the Wolfhound.
There was no wish to tell about himself to it at all. It started over again
to look around and was silent so long that the girl did not sustain:
- There is nobody, except you and me. I would go with you here,
if did not trust you?
The wolfhound thought that he too quite trusts it and, of course,
in which case does not mean it to offend. Simply, than the employer is less
knows about the bodyguard, that usually and better. It is harmonious and red to explain
it, however, was not learned. He and answered:
- I badly am able to tell, madam... At this time because of a bush,
boomingly clapping wings, the big dark bird flew up. Wolfhound instantly
pressed a knesinka to the earth, at the same time picking up onions and throwing an arrow to
to bowstring... and only then realized that it was only harmless
the wood-grouse who was hardly refading and hoping to sit out in bushes. After
bird Mysh got out to the open place, and the Wolfhound understood whom he followed
to thank for an alarm. He weakened a bowstring, deeply sighed and released
knesinka.
- Well you frightened me... - she uttered, and it is a pity for a voice shivered.
The poor girl, to what to her it is terrible, dawned suddenly on the Wolfhound.
Summons up courage, demands that oruzhny or at the worst to its simple fight
learned... to the deaf place without protection is torn to jump... and at most from
the slightest rustle сердчишко as the tail sheep, trembles. Well I and log,
if at once did not understand...
He decided to encourage her and told:
- I was frightened too, the monarchess.
At it lips absolutely childly began to jump:
- To me it is terrible, the Wolfhound... to me it is so terrible... it is rather the father
came back... All the time are stolen... at night, in the dark...
Buried a face in a palm - and tears rushed. The wolfhound changed closer
also embraced the girl, without forgetting to glance around. Proud knesinka
nestled on it and burst into tears even more desperately. It felt how it beats
her heart.
- Be not afraid of anything, madam, - he said in low tones. Kept silent and added: -
Think better as the wood-grouse was frightened.
Knesinka raised the head and tried to smile weepingly. How many
to it years, the Wolfhound thought. Sixteen? Seventeen?. It would be high time with
matchmakers to talk yes the kind husband to look after. It, that anybody
the stranger in the dark was not stolen at night and even a dream bad for seven versts
flew...
He told:
- Do not cry, the monarchess. You want, we will go home? It was somehow wiped:
- No... wait a moment.
Too it is right, the Wolfhound reflected, going down after it to the coast
creeks. Give in to fear once - then try get rid. Knesinka
washed, smoothed hair and became absolutely former, except for
swelled up a little a century and the reddened nose. So far will reach to the city, all and
will pass.
- The father speaks, I understand people, - by the strengthened voice she told
To wolfhound. - I will begin to guess, and you correct me. Well?
He reluctantly answered:
- As you will tell, madam.
- You fight so that the uncle Krut is surprised to you. And you observe honor.
Means, you were a hero, - resolutely there began the young ruler. -
Probably, you were wounded in fight, were taken prisoner and got into slavery... - It
expectantly looked at the Wolfhound, but veins was silent, and she frowned: -
No, not that. It is abrupt speaks, you only four years... And as it turned out that
you did not redeem from bondage?
The wolfhound shook the head:
- Everything was not so, madam.
Continuation did not follow, and the knesinka understood: more it will not squeeze out
from it word. He just sat and looked at it. Also was silent. Terrible
person. Dangerous convict, kleymeny murderer. Knesinka suddenly
felt that trusts this terrible person completely, thoughtlessly
also it is boundless. She wanted to tell it about it, but did not find words,
choked and asked unexpectedly:
- Why you came to Galirad, the Wolfhound? He shrugged shoulders.
- To me was all the same, madam.
Mouse, tired to creep in a grass, returned to it and was arranged to doze
on a belt eyelet, pritachanny to a sword sheath. Knesinka thought about
the fact that the city person, having decided to hide, runs in the wood and imagines
as if there nobody will find it. And the forest inhabitant, on the contrary, believes that
to get lost the easiest in the big city. Still she thought that to it,
as the Wolfhound to get lost oh as it is difficult. Such are not able to sit more quietly
waters, are lower than a grass. Such endlessly intercede for the condemned heretics and
for poor old women and with gloomy advantage wait for a sentence when them
bring into court on a slander.
The wolfhound anew rummaged around a look a light light forest, noting in time
to move shadows. The curious creeper fell by a low branch,
looked at it at first with one eye, then another, flushed and
departed to catch mosquitoes.
- After all you have to teach me to battle, - resolutely spoke
knesinka. - You are my bodyguard, not father's... also listen to me, not
it. - Veins was silent, and it, having hung the head, quietly added: - I do not encroach
to be a warrior as my mother. I just do not want to be afraid more... - And
threw up the head, eyes began to shine enthusiasm again: - I heard how
the best fighters of your tribe are amused. Somebody disp
erses on them
the three, and they blow in a shaft overturn all three horses! You are so
you can?
- I do not know, - the Wolfhound told. - I did not try. Knesinka cunningly
looked at it from below up, from under eyelashes, and sighed:
- Probably, people lie.
- Do not lie, - the Wolfhound told.
- And you saw?
- Saw. Only it was not the entertainment.
- And how?.
- Horses incurred at a fair, - he answered reluctantly. - Us, children,
would trample if the father did not stop.
- Your father was a soldier? - the knesinka asked. Wolfhound negatively
shook the head. And again tightly became silent.
And in several days there was what he waited from the very beginning for, and
in particular - after Luchezar brought former striped and
To Plishk. The third was itself, and it was necessary only to assume whether he overheard
it is some conversation at the bargaining or realized. It was young
tow-haired сегван, but, at all his youth, segvansky in it was
it is much less, than in old Kirenn - velkhsky. The wolfhound well knew
this breed of mercenaries who traveled from the country to the country after
wars and troops, long ago and having strongly forgotten a way home. Most it
no earnings would force to adjoin them. Though called. And to
hoarsenesses explained dense confused a vein that war supposedly - it
craft, as well as all others...
He noticed Segvan almost from the gate and immediately understood that
was at that on mind. Here the guy asked adolescents about something, and they became
to explain, specifying by chorus of a knesinka aside. Segvan went further,
and one of adolescents went together with him. Not so much to explain the road,
how many for the sake of the fact that the stranger was оружен and it is obvious not the fool in hand-to-hand.
Knesinka had just a rest at herself. The wolfhound sat on a porch, and
Nonvolatile Mysh was heated on the afternoon sun, having settled at it on
knee. Attracted with something, over steps the big fly began to spin;
the small animal rapaciously pricked up ears and even jumped up, but did not depart.
- Eh you, - told it the Wolfhound.
Segvan approached and stopped in several steps. Rose enough
impudently, so that on legs the vein fell a shadow. Mysh hostilely hissed and
got over above, threateningly bending down and spreading black wings.
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