to track. Stood, there was to himself an important boyar and suddenly, having howled, hard
fell heavily facedown. Knesinka let out him at once and jumped.
- Did not hurt, the uncle Krut?. - she asked, reddening.
The wolfhound saw that to it it was awkward. Uncle after all. On a lap it
once held, sang lullabies to the orphan. To lie brought down on the earth - the last
business, but Right for some reason did not hurry to rise. Only rose on
elbow and, pounding a wide sinewy wrist, looked from below up. On
the confused knesinka, gloomy a vein, uncontrollably growing stout twins and
on the old woman in a saddle. When their eyes met, the Striking Spear is quick
put out the tongue at it.
- I wanted that madam could stand for herself, - the Wolfhound told. -
Even if to will kill all of us. Both me, and them, - he nodded on brothers, - and
you...
- And if so, there is nothing to screen me! - having looked back, interrupted
knesinka of Elen. - Not you wanted something there, and I forced you!
- Well, stub sivoborody? - the nurse took an interest. - Understood everything?
Comprehended, than the girl played? Or still to explain?
Right at last rose and, without answering, began to shake out hammered
dust trousers. Knesinka bypassed it, trying to glance in eyes, - not
whether took offense?
Further, according to the Wolfhound, it was easy to foresee too. Boyar
caught "daughter" the instant movement which she, seemingly, also did not see.
Bent the young ruler through a knee and was accepted by fatherlike
hand to award with weighty slaps it is below than a back... Wolfhound
did not begin to interfere, of course.
And in several days in fortress one more pigeon flied, and
heralds carried a happy message on the city: кнес comes back, кнес
home goes from Velimor. Moreover and the diploma it is lucky about love and consent with
great southern neighbor. Rejoice, people!
And people rejoiced.
Day when кнес came back to the city, was given dank and gray.
As in autumn mournful rain set in still the day before. From time to time the sky was tired
to cry, but the heavy haze beginning from most did not vanish anywhere
lands. Slow wind drove from the sea flat lazy waves, and almost on
to water wet tousle of never-ending clouds crept. The city ruffled up and grew dull,
even the green grass on roofs as though lost color. In such weather
there was a wish to sit within four walls and to be engaged in something house,
listening as crackles in the furnace. And to think without thinking of a mozgly twilight
outside. Which, in all honesty, and you will not call in the afternoon. How many
the Wolfhound remembered himself, to sit out during bad weather under a roof at him not
never it turned out. At his place it was got: woman and cat
manage in a log hut, the man and a dog - in the yard. And then it seven years not
saw not that rain or snow - in general forgot how look the sky,
sun and clouds. Last night, expecting long bad weather, the knesinka ordered
to it to stay at home for the next day as also anywhere from fortress not
gathered. But hardly uttered, as on the become limp bolshak, mercilessly
spraying dirt, to the city the horse messenger rode and reported that on
other day it was necessary to wait for a knes. And, of course, the daughter-knesinka gathered
towards to the father. The wolfhound knew that she will be dissuaded, but she not
will listen.
When the clouds spraying the earth from impenetrable-black became
bluish, he saddled Serk, pulled an unbending hood over the head
dense rogozhny raincoat also went to Krom.
It went on the dark deserted street, nobody, except rare policemen,
without meeting, also thought: when they gather and will go to meet a knes,
the corn cockle from the head should be cast away - whether from under it you will make out much! - and
dampness will nevozbranno stick together hair, will begin to flow for a collar, impregnating
shirt, leaving stains on a kind suede cover... Thanks though,
the blued chain armor is not subject to a rzha...
Only yesterday the exulting Tilorn showed it over what they with the master
Nettle fought half of summer: iron spoon. Covered it brilliant as
mirror, light metal film. Everything, except a handle tip, for
which - better luck next time - a spoon was lowered in solution.
- The Nettle will cover with it chain armors soon! - the scientist told, -
You represent what price arrant will begin to jack up for the substances,
if only find out?
The spoon was solemnly presented Niilit, and the girl immediately
tested it in business: began to stir the green Russian cabbage soup which was slowly boiling
in a pot on a clay oven. The spoon was burned down, and Niilit wrapped up a shank
rag. The wolfhound remembered that crystals which used the Nettle,
had a reputation for a poison, and Tilorna asked whether it will be possible to eat after that Russian cabbage soup.
As far as he knew, scientists remember such trifles not always.
Tilorn only waved away. He endured not less about a thin covering,
than a Wolfhound - for Mysh when to a small animal corrected a wing. Niilit
worried both about a spoon, and about Tilorn, and about Russian cabbage soup. At it in the homeland of anything
similar was not cooked, the recipe belonged to the Wolfhound, and Niilit in anything not
it was sure. Curious the Plover (from which took terrible - you eat the earth! -
oath to be silent about what was seen) dragged by the grandfather's hand, and with the grandfather was in
kitchen and Evrikh helping to impregnate with the kindled wax leather
preparations. From a shoulder a vein uneasy Mysh and with peep broke
it was started turning under a ceiling... All family assembled. At last a spoon, without wiping,
took from a pot and allowed to dry. Niilit washed away and scraped off from it
sorrel remains...
The wonderful covering began to sparkle indifferently. Tilorn picked up
Niilit and broke with it into a dance beside the furnace.
- Heroes such should do, - the Wolfhound advised. - Probably at once
will forget to share to whom silver is to whom bone...
... And here it went to fortress under the sad rain seeming still
more cold because of early hour, also thought about brilliant as spring ice
laces, chain armors which the master Krapiva naplett soon. And, it is necessary
to think, will vividly become famous. In such chain armors it is good to jump on the enemy,
to slide an iron wave, directing horror naked abuses... A wolfhound for
that would not begin to change for them the blued. As, however, and habitual
wooden spoon - on this brilliant, which, without having turned in the end
sleeves, you will not take in a hand, and the mouth burns down...
It was not as in summer cold, and he put on under a chain armor two at once
shirts, and between them - a woolen sleeveless jacket, secretly connected Niilit.
The sleeveless jacket was from gray dog down. The wolfhound who did not get used to
to gifts, at first became puzzled, then, having got accustomed, thawed.
- It that you... did not cough any more, - terribly being confused, explained to him
Niilit. Venn he is grateful embraced he
r, and then asked why she chose
such color. He did not speak about the sort to anybody. Young needlewoman
was confused even more:
- Well... wolfhounds, they... gray such...
Outlines of houses and towers began to appear gradually in the dark,
when the stallion brought it in Krom. Knesinka had breakfast, and the Wolfhound on
to habit located on a porch. He perfectly knew that vigilant
the nurse all the same will not let it even in влазню. There is nothing, will tell, to trample down
wet sapozhishcha on a beautiful and clean floor. The wolfhound began to think about
the volume as they will go to meet a knes now, and suddenly remembered slyshanny
from the boyar Krut: the sovereign supposedly first consisted at the dead
rulers simple voivode...
And that, he hemmed unexpectedly. Who will be charged that to it through
hundred years kind galiradets will not begin to remember one of the former
knes: at first supposedly was at a knesinka of that time simple, the bodyguard?.
Mouse poked out a nose because of a bosom, smelled crude air and again hid
in habitual heat - to fill up. Near a porch there was a spacious canopy,
arranged purposely during bad weather to put horses. The wolfhound rubbed off
he is grateful the sniffing Serk, crookedly grinning shameless, it is unknown
from where the undertaken thought. The leg on a dish was not able to do a pesye to lie...
Brothers Dashing quietly arose from round the corner and began to be stolen very quietly
to it, being buried in deep darkness.
- Morning is kind, - the Wolfhound quietly told them. From darkness reached
conjoint sigh, and brothers approached, without being thawed any more.
- How noticed?. - Likhoslav asked. Rare morning they did not set
To wolfhound of this question. To approach secretly it was a hopeless invention,
but persistent twins did not stop trying.
- I see in the dark, - told veins.
- You will teach? - at once Likhoslav asked. He was a senior from two and temper
poboychy.
Judicious Likhobor nudged the brother sideways:
- You that, with it only to be born...
- I in the mine learned, - the Wolfhound told. - Got used in the dark.
To its horror, twins exchanged glances nearly with envy. Both were
are dressed up. When they brought horses, those were cleaned so as if
brothers should flaunt on them in the middle of the bargaining, but not to jump on
dirt. The first time - always the first time that there tell. First love,
first fight... the first trip in suite of a knesinka... You want, you do not want, -
it will be remembered well.
Bolshak on approaches to the city were going to pave for a long time and not
wooden logs as it was accepted at solvenn, and a stone,
on-narlakski. All agreed that the stone will be flattened out not soon under
wheels of vehicles and the grounded hoofs of horses and will definitely not be
every spring and every fall to creep away with the impassable swamp. Was not
consent only in that to undo a coma on common cause a purse. And therefore
good common cause, as usual, did not move a little.
The road at first conducted along Sveta’si, then curtailed on the South, by Foggy
The rock rolling in low clouds and horses went easier at once. On
to velimorsky path still there went not much people, so,
and dirt special here was not yet. So far. If everything goes as
conceived кнес, the team and wise galiradsky aged men, - will become
Galirad one more sea gate of Velimor. Then vehicles on this
to the road will sweep one another forward. And, maybe, money will be found at last
on a stone pavement. If only again something does not prevent...
Knesinka Elen greedy looked forward, and the Wolfhound saw that she
strongly worried. Just about the familiar banner - white will seem from fog
the bird rushing on the scarlet field - and the father sovereign will press to heart
the beauty the daughter from the very beginning of spring observing for it the city. That
the reasonable knesinka trembled as if the boy before Dedication in
men? Was afraid, кнес will not praise?. For what?.
- You will see them, madam, do not jump at once forward, - warned her
Wolfhound when got onto horses. - Only if you recognize the father
for certain. You never know...
- See, it raskomandovatsya, absolutely the shame lost!. - right there grumbled
Haygal. The wolfhound did not begin to answer and that you will answer the harmful old woman, but
the knesinka agreed unexpectedly humbly;
- As you will tell...
Together with it to meet the leader Luchezar went with the adolescents. Adolescents,
sitting on strong and bystry horses, were scattered far forward on the road
- to look out for the advanced riders of a knes. Luchezar went beside
"sisters" and in the beginning all it was attached on the right, restricting a horse
Wolfhound, but the knesinka ordered to take to him the place at the left and to disobey
the boyar did not dare, though became angry. And the Wolfhound this time got up slightly
ahead. It went, having cast away a dense rogozhny hood on a back and feeling,
as under clothes dampness creeps away.
He did not look back at twins whose horses rysit behind the Snowflake. And
what to look back. Each of three before the last movement knew, how in
case of what to arrive.
Knesinka was silent, having shrunk under a raincoat from tannage, not
passing a rain. As if goes to meet not the father of darling, it was thought
To wolfhound, and... She waited for something from this meeting, something not especially
joyful. Э, dawned on it suddenly but whether prosvatat its mnogodumny
parent?. She undertook to inquire that as well as that with it at venn and
whether happens that for unloved... It can climb up mind, only
if most just about it is necessary. Well as is prosvatat! For somebody from
deliberate husbands of Velimor, and догадай mercy Hostess Sudeb, that not
was old, angry and opposite at all...
The wolfhound grudged a knesinka which he not that to help out from this
troubles - even reasonable could not console in the word. Still he thought of the one who
to whom if everything is valid so to live will move. Knesinka in Velimor?
Or the notable groom - to new relatives and new allies?. And, if
will have to move to a knesinka whether she will wish to take it, the Wolfhound, with
? And what then to do to Tilorn, Niilit, Evrikh and the grandfather Varokh with
grandson Zuyko?.
Here so, he grinned about himself. Neither they without me, nor I without them.
Family. My family...
And here because of a gray veil of a rain, weakened by distance, but clear and
ringing, reached a horn voice.
Elen Gluzdovna, of course, in a moment forgot all promises and struck
heels mare. A wolfhound, purposely for the sake of it keeping slightly ahead,
intercepted reins. Also did not release even then when from a wet haze
the uncombed adolescent came up:
- Knes!. Knes goes, itself saw!. Yes already seemed...
Through a veil of a rain it was indeed possible to make out silhouettes
riders. Laughter, joyful voices was heard.
- Catch up, the sister! - the boyar L
uchezar sent a stallion forward and skipped away
on the grassy road.
- You already hear the father's voice, madam? - the Wolfhound asked.
Knesinka Elen only nodded in reply. She looked at the Wolfhound with
some nearly despair. So, as if did not want that it is it
released. Venn took away a hand from reins and told:
- Let's go, madam.
The snowflake under it danced, asked to jump after all.
Knesinka decided, gave her vent, and a mare, having quickly taken from the place,
departed forward.
Probably, Elen Gluzdovna really was successful in mother. Low
the broad-shouldered man who was fatherlike embracing her was a dark-hair and кудряв.
The only thing that it had the general with the daughter, is gray, spring
purity of an eye. Knesinka greedily cried and nestled on his breast,
without caring at all that the leather raincoat swung open also a cold rain
with might and main sprayed green cages of a poneva.
-... And became unproductive, became unproductive, one stones! Without father in any way absolutely
ceased to eat? I considered, only in Velimore of the beauty lean yes
try to be pale, thought, ours it is cleverer... An and you there! - hiding
shiver in a voice, tenderly uttered кнес. Then looked over the head
daughters also met views the Wolfhound keeping a stone's throw away.
Veins silently bowed to it. Sense Nesmeyanovich attentively inspected new
the person and slightly shook the daughter for плечо:. - And it still who at you? Not
I will remember it...
- It, the relative, the Vienna bandit, - grinning, explained Left. - Yours
the daughter is too kind, the sovereign: feeds with your bread spongers
different...
Knesinka threw up the head and stared at Luchezar. If it was talked
not about the beautiful girl, the Wolfhound would tell that was watched by her furiously. And
still. Probably, Luchezar plaid about the stupefying powder for a long time. In
sensible mind people so do not behave. Do not make several times
same mistakes.
- This is my bodyguard! - by the ringing voice the knesinka of Elen told.
- Really? - was surprised кнес. - Yes for whom you, except me, it is necessary that
to guard you?. - Also specified by a hand to the Wolfhound: - All right, go with adolescents,
veins. Then we will understand.
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