Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  bride's hand.

  Here also gave a knesinka.

  While the train gathered, the Wolfhound had a few affairs. Knesinka, clearly,

  not only did not leave anywhere - was not even shown from chorus. Wolfhound

  too could stay at home, it is not required yet, that is almost to most

  departure to Velimor. However soon veins found out that all the time

  to try to catch eyes house, knowing TO WHOM married a knesinka, was

  continuous punishment. When they tried to behave so as if nothing not

  occurred, it was even worse. Three days the Wolfhound dragged water from street

  well, went together with Niilit and Zuyko to the bargaining behind edibles,

  kneaded dough for bread, equipped a cellar. On the fourth - again

  went to fortress and stayed there till the evening. More already at home

  did not remain.

  The way to the Northern Gate of Velimor was coming not so close, burdens and

  dangers could meet any. And Wolfhound all night long

  or took out soul from adolescents, or itself, gritting the teeth, span, jumped

  also flew head over heels with a heavy thick cudgel instead of a sword.

  Household chores after all did not demand so full concentration, not

  helped to disperse unnecessary thoughts.

  It to me for the fact that I killed the Cannibal at night. For the fact that came and killed him

  in night darkness. I had to attack it in the afternoon when watches the Eye

  Bogov. I had to do in time somehow to meet him in the afternoon and to kill.

  And, of course, most right there to die. Because without suite the Cannibal not

  went, and published, an archer, is not revenge.

  Yes, but then I would not burn its lock and would definitely not pull out

  Tilorna, Niilit...

  Once came to the backyard of fortress itself кнес and long observed how

  adolescents together endeavored to grasp the Wolfhound, but over and over again

  appeared in dust. It was similar, what was seen was necessary to a knes on temper. It

  dumped on hands to the servant quilted dark blue suite and, having remained in one

  to shirt, approached the Wolfhound. Twins reasonably cleaned up away.

  The wolfhound, naked on a belt and thoroughly foamy, was motionless under

  the estimating look of the governor.

  - My daughter speaks, you taught it to fight, - told suddenly кнес. It

  the fist was thrown without any prevention, aiming a breast to the Wolfhound.

  To sense to Nesmeyanovich knocked forty recently. People consider that with

  age speed of movements gradually leaves, but if so, then on

  to knes of it it was not noticeable. The wolfhound slightly turned, exactly so,

  not to allow to concern itself. He told:

  - Truly, sovereign.

  - And you knew that while I am free in the daughter, the warrior to her

  not to happen?

  With these words кнес tried to bypass it at the left. It was not visible that

  The wolfhound moved, but the Sense did not manage to bypass him.

  - Knew, the sovereign.

  The new blow was directed to a stomach. This time the Wolfhound solved

  the movement of a knes still before it managed to take place. It turned on

  socks, catching the flying hand, strong clasped a brush and directed it to itself,

  up and by a shoulder. The elbow of the governor stared into the sky and stiffened. Still

  slightly, and capture will become torment. The wolfhound well knew: to caught

  any more not before, to try to be released or beat with a free hand

  or legs. All thoughts at it only of that, as if did not crack at once

  three joints. The wolfhound unclenched fingers and receded. Knes moved a shoulder and

  took an interest:

  - My daughter too so can? On a face a vein for the first time for the whole week

  there was something like a smile.

  - Not absolutely so, the sovereign, but can.

  Out of the corner of the eye he saw how twins exchanged glances. He could argue on

  anything: washed away both to suggest to test a knesa the daughter most. And

  it is better than that, to question on this subject the boyar Krut. However adolescent

  it is called the adolescent because keeps mum, while will not ask, and guys

  held a mouth on the lock.

  - I wanted to expel you, - told кнес. - But my daughter claims that

  itself forced you to teach it. She screens you, veins?

  The wolfhound answered:

  - To what I taught madam to, I was taught by the woman.

  Knes took away suite from the servant, returned and tracked a finger two fresh

  marks on a body of the Wolfhound - on a breast and on the left side.

  - If not it, veins, you would not remain here. Punish me for

  the fact that I killed at night, the Wolfhound thought, looking in the removed leader's back. And

  for what it?.

  Glory to all Gods, now it had one more occupation and it that

  though let hair down.

  It was moved to go to a garden in which the knesinka fostered everyones

  exotic flowers. There the large stones dragged with were beautifully laid

  seashores, and between them the twisting footpath is arranged. Was not enough

  only a stream, but it was replaced by a wooden wash-tub, vryty in the earth, where

  rain water gathered. And on the parties of a footpath some unknown

  in the way got on and various plants got on among themselves,

  being found as far as the Wolfhound knew, in very remote

  edges. From a shaggy gray-haired moss that grew on segvansky islands at most

  edges of century glaciers, to that monomatansky bush heated on

  the poor galiradsky sun under a zapotely glass cap. Only

  instead of flowers the bush was decorated now by a set of the small berries smelling

  wild strawberry.

  The wolfhound came to a garden, took seat on a stone and pulled out the road

  gift which was presented to it by Niilit.

  It was flat, of the size of his palm, the box worked from

  waxed skin. Having for the first time seen it, the Wolfhound was simply shocked because

  the solvennsky letters which are beautifully traced on a cover developed in it

  own name. He never before saw him written. Slowly

  getting used, he read its whole three times and only then carefully shook out

  from a box contents.

  In hands it had a book sewed from smooth birch bark

  sheets. On a cover the virunta flaunted, and at each letter for greater

  clarities the small picture was drawn. At "at" - the oven fork, at "l" -

  spoon and so on. About the very first letter, having leaned the elbows on it,

  there were two little men. One leaned on a crutch, the second had hair

  are braided to two spits. Others, too little men, very similar to someone

  explained the letters "N", "t", "e" and "z", and on the letter "m" sat, licking

  wing, tiny Mysh. Further different words began: at first absolutely

  short, then is longer...

  The wolfhound picked up Niilit, having torn off it from a floor, and strong kissed in

  both cheeks. And now, when time was given, got into the quiet place

  also drove a finger on lines, moving lips and tensely wrinkling a forehead. In

  the middle of the book he so far intentionally did not look. He put to himself at first

  to learn to read fluently everything that was written on the first page, not

  being mistaken and not spying in a virunta.

  There, in
a knesinka garden, also rolled on it an attack of strange once

  drowsiness which nature he also first did not understand. Actually, it

  still it is clear perceived surrounding and, probably, could even

  to battle if who attacked it. But some part of his mind

  it is inexplicable it was carried away away, and he with not smaller clarity saw himself

  the big gray dog running on the pine wood. Wolfhound long

  reflected whether there was actually what occurred then. Or, maybe,

  it primereshchitsya?. The answer was not, and it punished to itself(himself) to ask Olenyushka.

  Years so through five when it already really enters age

  brides will also choose the groom.

  He remembered the similar dream which visited in its summer. Then it was

  really dream. And now everything was made it seems as in reality.

  My very first ancestor was a dog, reached him at last. I -

  the last in a sort. Even if I marry, my children will not be Grey any more

  Dogs. That if the Hostess Sudeb traced to me, the last, again

  to become an animal?. That if, having killed the Cannibal, I already executed everything that to me

  on the earthit was prepared? And I will begin to see myself in increasing frequency soon

  dog, and my human life will begin, to twitch a haze, becoming

  similar to a dream and being gradually forgotten absolutely?.

  The wolfhound even looked at the hands - whether began to cover them

  dense smooth wool. No, a hand hair was still no more usual.

  So far?.

  The finger of the Wolfhound reached already a penultimate line on the page,

  when his hearing was reached by rustle of steps. Venn raised the head. Stood on a path

  the fair-haired young man, almost the boy, - is, no more, years of fifteen -

  dressed as eldest sons of notable sea segvan put on. Was

  it is visible that he intended to approach the Wolfhound imperceptibly and very much

  took offense when from this nothing turned out.

  Veins already saw the fellow earlier and knew who is he such. In that fight, when

  mother of a present knesinka fell, her soldiers after all won a victory. Death

  the leader - very bad sign also most often takes away courage from soldiers;

  knesinka death, however, only stirred up in them mad rage and

  desire to revenge. And then, at them was still кнес. Enemy leader

  they nearly the only thing took prisoner and live brought to Galirad.

  Then Sense Nesmeyanovich also showed that Razumniky he was nicknamed not

  in vain. The inconsolable widower had enough endurance not to throw captured Koons on

  funeral fire of the beloved wife. It is more than that. He agreed with brave

  the enemy about the world for ever, ordered to send trade guests. And

  in total in a year released the captive back home. And as agreed upon retained

  to live his little little son. Since then ran more than ten years.

  The wolfhound had to see such here hostages, as the fates decree

  torn off both from a family, and from the tribe. One got used to live on

  to the foreign land and, than could, tried to serve the people among which it dropped out

  to while away a century. Having won his respect, they the stronger reconciled it with

  the. Others it is embittered became reserved, preferring to nurse with

  the comprehended misfortune to save offenses and everywhere to see a dirty trick.

  such is, to a great regret, Attalik who was slowly going was successful young сегван

  to the Wolfhound on a garden path. And that the nastiest, the boy was

  it is in love with a knesinka. It is in love with all desperate heat of the first youthful

  passions. And the knesinka in its party did not look back once again About what

  The wolfhound seeking to find out about everything about each inhabitant of Krom was too

  it is for certain informed.

  Mouse, chasing over a garden some bugs, at the sight of Attalik on

  any case returned and sat down to the Wolfhound on a shoulder. On the birch bark page

  the speckled rigid wing which is spat out by a small animal fell.

  - Here a nasty creature, - having stopped a stone's throw away, fastidiously

  young сегван wrinkled a nose. - You were smelled bats, veins! Perhaps

  you too headfirst hang down when you sleep?

  The wolfhound answered nothing. When he was fifteen years old, it as

  time was chained to a miner collar together with a weak-chested arrant, former

  capital teacher. The Arrant hardly dragged the legs burdened by shackles and

  quickly became exhausted. It did not help the workmate, and disturbed more. Later

  some time young veins just began to put it on a log of a collar and

  to carry a circle behind a circle, one doing all work. And grateful teacher,

  overcoming cough, know drawlingly recited classical poems,

  edifying the clever barbarian in divine language of philosophers and poets...

  And the nasty creatures lured by an arrant were their only

  friends...

  Attalik, if to put him to that collar, would give to the Gods

  I smother the most bigger in half a day. Yes. If who was not beaten properly,

  any slap seems mortal blow. Attalik promised to become tall and

  the bony youth with was hardly the handsome man, but till it only

  the arisen moustaches, eternal offense in eyes and quite crazy

  concepts about honor and courage.

  Here he considered a book at the Wolfhound on a lap:

  - Hey, veins, head over heels you read...

  He, probably, waited that the Wolfhound was lop-sided down, but that to it it

  did not give pleasure. The boy provocatively continued:

  - On what to you the diploma, the bodyguard? Perhaps the astrologer to become

  you want? To consider stars when they at you depart from eyes?

  He even was not able to bite properly. To a wolfhound bothered to listen

  impudences of the milksop, he removed the book in a case, rose and silently went

  away. Attalik immediately caught up with him and grabbed by a sleeve, turning to himself.

  Grabbed too ineptly - decide the Wolfhound to be released, at him only

  fingers would crackle. Venn stopped, and Mysh spread wide wings and

  bloodthirstily hissed. The wolfhound covered a small animal with a palm: will scratch

  to the boy a nose, speak then.

  - Someone from us superfluous in this world, the bodyguard, - quietly and ominously

  Attalik uttered. - Why the knesinka went to ride a horse with you,

  but not with me? Why you, hudorodny veins, will carry it to the groom and will be

  to sleep near its threshold, and I will remain here? Let dlinnoborody Hramn

  judges which of us two is more worthy to serve...

  The wolfhound could list smoothly the sort on six hundred years ago,

  to the Dog. He wanted to tell about it a segvana, but unexpectedly thought:

  To my smaller brother would be as much now. And he told only:

  - The earth is big, Koons's son. Both I, and you will have enough on it the place.

  - You are a coward! - departed to the answer. - You are afraid! The wolfhound pulled out at him

  the sleeve also left, without having looked back.

  Protection of a knesinka had to consist, apart from velimorets, of two

  banners. One - army heroes with the notable boyar at the head. Another -

  city host, that is the policemen who are captiously selected by dumny

  aged men. So the ancient custom ordered. It kept memory of those times,
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br />   when knesa were not governors yet - simply leaders of fighting teams,

  invited to the city for the sake of protection against the enemy. And so, now not

  only the father married the daughter: all Galirad tried in that

  to participate!

  Were divided Ratniki into three groups, on number of city associations:

  solvenna, velkh, segvana. The wolfhound was glad much, having seen among

  them Aptakhar. The skilled soldier not the first time came with Fitela here and

  was always employed to serve for the whole summer, it was known here and respected,

  considered. And here waited for honor: put to head segvansk’sya

  group, solemnly surrounded with a starshinsky belt. Proud of rendered

  honor, Aptakhar went even to saying goodbye to the merchant Fitela

  even till next year. If it works, closer to new spring he will find for it

  on the segvansky coast from where they usually began the way to lands

  solvenn. But it will not turn out - differently will meet then in Galirada. That

  concerned earnings, the trip to Velimor of gold mountains did not promise. But, right

  it was worth losing in money that about you then spoke: that,

  that accompanied a knesinka to the groom!.

  - Avdika was taken too and I did not let, - Aptakhar shared with

  Wolfhound. - You never know, someone has to continue a sort! Anything, it

  business is young, far-away countries still will manage to bother it... So you tell

  to the friend, let does not take eyes from the little girl...

  Avdika, seemingly, not quite agreed with the father, but at segvan was not

  it is accepted to go counter to parental will. The guy only sighed,

  considering nice brand new clothes which already sewed for it is done a bit of traveling

  purposely the sent masters.

  And still citizens bore to the knesinka gifts. To a wolfhound these gifts

  most of all reminded funeral gifts which, on belief of its people,

  relatives and friends put to the dead on a fire. This thought was not pleasant

  To wolfhound. One trouble: what there is no wish to think of at all, know stubborn

  climbs on mind.

  Each workshop respecting itself considered an indispensable debt

  to bring for memory to a knesinka the work of the craft. Something

  the monarchess really will take with herself on the foreign land, something will remain