and clumsily rushed on revenue...
And everything changed.
In a dream always so. Having encountered on intolerable, the person or
wakes up, or falls out of too terrible dream in another,
more quietly.
Knesinka was on the same track, but in other place and from where knew,
that it occurred already "then". She ran at full speed, winding between
gray boulders and fearing to look back. Then she saw herself on the bridge.
The bridge was long, made of a set of the plates connected
ropes. It lasted through the gorge at the bottom of which shreds floated
fog the deaf slow roar was also distributed. Knesinka took to the heels on
to the bridge also felt that he suddenly sank. But not as under
excessive weight: it as if would be cut at it behind the back. Knesinka
turned back. Some person with a birch bark mask instead of the person endeavored
once again to slash with a sword a thick rope, and the Wolfhound did not give it it
to make, restricted aside, did not admit to an entrance on the bridge...
Knesinka ran to the people expecting her on that party, and the bridge under
to it fell and fell, losing a support...
And again the dream which came into too terrible deadlock was interrupted. Only on
this time the knesinka woke up. It did not jump with shout, frightening servants.
Just felt that there are no rocks, any bridge, and is only
pillow and blanket. And between the embroidered curtains cheerful looks
morning beam.
The first movement of the girl was to turn over on other side and with
simplification to plunge into a blissful sleepiness. So it also arrived: pulled
blanket higher and did not begin to open eyes. But hour was already not especially
early, the young body managed to have a rest enough did not need any more in
rest. But the dream which just visited a knesinka still floated at
the surface, without having managed to plunge into oblivion finally.
Wolfhound, she thought, and eyes opened by itself. I it not
threw. Me... carried away. And he, probably, died.
To it it became terrible. When it happens to dream about someone from relatives,
then, in reality, you feel to it special relationship.
Something happened to it at night. He was killed, and I felt it...
Knesinka, having choked, sat down and lowered legs on cold clay
floor, groping a charm on a breast. You will think, a dream. That is, of course, happen
prophetic dreams. About which hundred years then remember. Because they dream
time in hundred years. To one person from one thousand. Who said yes that this
dream - it is obligatory in a hand?.
Elen Gluzdovna got up, grabbed a wide raincoat, threw it atop
spacious shirt in which slept and removed a curtain.
In halls rest there were no none of servants, only on a threshold any more
the big striped cat sat and washed. Further filled in was seen
the sun the yard, and in the yard the knesinka saw the Wolfhound at once.
Her bodyguard played with the winged favourite. It it is high
threw a small animal on a palm, and that turned over in air a little
time, and then, without opening wings, fell back. Mysh well knew that
the familiar hand will surely pick up it, without having allowed to touch the earth.
Knesinka leaned a shoulder against the obodverena and began to look on
Wolfhound. From where to it was to know that they invented this game very long time ago,
still when Mysh could not fly. By Knesinke it was suddenly remembered how she went
to Sveta’s together with the Wolfhound. And as she was frightened by a harmless wood-grouse,
risen because of a bush. And as the bodyguard instantly pressed it to the earth,
blocking itself. And then ironed on the head and told something, consoling,
helping to dispel a fright...
Here and now Elen Gluzdovna looked at it and felt how
leaves, the dreamed battle twitches a haze. The wolfhound was here.
With it. Whole and safe. Happen that, and it will appear in time to the aid. Not
cry, will tell, the monarchess. There is nobody to be afraid more. Yes also it did not happen
anything.
Knesinka was not a silly woman and besides got used to deliberate about
human words and acts, seeking for the reasons. And it it was excellent
it is known that it means if the woman wants to look to the man in the face
and to meet his look. To start talking to it and to listen to its voice.
To give it a hand and to feel a reciprocal touch. For example, when
it puts it on a horse. Or learns to defend itself from enemies...
As everything easy and simply, so far as concerns someone another. As it is easy
to give to another clever advice. The reason of the adviser is quiet and clear, others storms
do not confuse him. But as clear from outside others confusion as are obvious
in it lines of that general that makes related people from the beginning of the world and will be it
it is inherent till the end of time. To include itself in this community much
more difficultly. Everyone lives for the first time, everyone for himself единствен and
it is unique, and what happens to it, - special, not such as at
all others.
Knesinke was only seventeen years old, and she never before fell in love.
Until recently...
She wanted to come to light and to start talking to the Wolfhound. All the same about
than. But at this time in the yard one of people Luchezara appeared, and
the knesinka which was not too favoring "brother" receded for a curtain. There it
it was not visible from the yard.
The boyar Luchezar well knew whom to send to the Wolfhound. To the yard,
having realized for itself a gate, the quiet shchuplenky guy, on weakness entered
health never encroaching on weapon. Luchezar held it for brisk
literacy. The boyar of the letter and reading did not trouble, though was able.
In his opinion, the feather and ink to the soldier were nearly indecent.
- Mister... - bowing, the fellow shy spoke. - Kind
morning to you, mister...
He, seemingly, was afraid of a wolfhound and was afraid before it on - puppyish. Venn
at first thought why such fear. Then remembered those,
punished at night. Not otherwise, came crawling back home and naplet about three boxes.
Here the Wolfhound remembered still something, grinned and thought: here though
edge of an ear to listen to their cock-and-bull stories. Interestingly, how many venn held
everyone by hands, so far the others crippled...
- And you kind, - he told the messenger.
- Mister, - started over again bowing the young clerk. - Boyar Luchezar
mister orders to come to you to it...
Mouse turned over in air and blissfully fell in a palm of the Wolfhound.
- Your boyar to me not the decree, - told veins. Also became silent so that
it was felt: will add nothing any more. Eyes of the youth were poured by tears:
- The boyar told that he orders to flog me if I do not bring you,
mister...
Having caught Mysh last time, the Wolfhound installed a small animal on a shoulder and
looked at the young man nasty up and down:
- Perhaps will also flog, you will suffer. It will be better if I regret you, and
knesinka without me will kill?
At the fel
low began to tremble lips, he sobbed, turned and escaped.
Luchezar beat or did not beat the clerk, and remained to nobody not
known. After a while Left appeared in the yard at a knesinka
. Of course, it arrived not one, and at the sight of Plishki and Kanaon,
accompanying it, brothers Dashing unostentatiously approached the mentor and
settled nearby.
Bandits dismounted the first. Luchezar descended with black,
leaning on their shoulders as if heavy sick. It indeed looked
no matter. Gray face, bloodshot eyes and pupils, as pin
heads. Yesterday, having been left without maid. Left parted to itself powder, but
threw into a bowl with wine not six grains as did looking for pleasure, and
only one. Sometimes acted this way, wishing to urge on fruitless,
the got confused thought. Or the body frightened of very heavy work. To a wolfhound
it was necessary to see both, and he pricked up the ears at once. Luchezar
only seemed weakened. Venn perfectly knew what price to it
to tranquility. He observed more than once how the boyar was cut on amusing swords with
several adolescents at once also got ready to drive away all. The team is nice, in
which there are one-two similar fighters. And in a present state
Luchezar was far more dangerous than usual...
Left confused the bodyguard, having friendly smiled:
- Hi, Wolfhound.
Veins looked back, a look called up to himself Likhobor. The guy with
readiness ran up. The wolfhound told it:
- And to the boyar from me kind morning. Luchezar walked before them
to and fro and cheerfully shook finger:
- Stubborn you, Wolfhound. And me you count everything as the enemy, even to address
directly you do not want. You offend, veins! I came not to swear at you here.
I want to thank you. Thanks to tell that you about my honor forward
my people took care. Those three fools noticed on a feast that to me
the little girl it seems was pleasant. Decided to bring a present... You it is correct
made that intercepted silly persons and to everyone poured. They say as if
still someone was seen there, but you one were, correctly? I sent them,
that from now on I was not dishonored... And where you took away the girl, the Wolfhound?
I want to Peremolvitsya with it that did not harbor malice...
The wolfhound answered, addressing still Likhobor:
- Tell the boyar that the girl decided to serve the monarchess and will be at
it until the monarchess leaves.
- Here it that, - the boyar smiled. I see you through, told it
look. Hid the maid. He is clever. Knesinkoy from me covered...
For what you sent, them, the boyar, the Wolfhound thought meanwhile. Directly
for opprobium? Or that you were shamed that to me to one three together the ridge not
broke?
Absolutely carefree smile at the boyar did not turn out. Durmanny powder
did the part, leaving in a smile less human. Luchezar
untied a zone burse and pulled out a long necklace. Having admired it at
sunlight, Left stretched it to the junior bodyguard, knowing that
the senior will not take all the same:
- It to it. Let carries yes me good remembers. Likhobor promised
to transfer.
The necklace was what in Galirada gave to the girls impecunious
beggars. On them there was almost gratuitous pitch extracted in vicinities
cities. By the form she reminded amber, but, unlike it, easily
melted. Also crumbled directly in hands. That is junk junk, but
the craft thought did not know also here I will hold. Someone poured fusion into cunning
also strung molds on a vein of cockerels, ducks and horses. Others, absolutely
already swindlers, added sand, small forest garbage and dead insects -
from ants to the fattened cockroaches caught in the next tavern.
The cooled-down glybk split into the wrong pieces and successfully sold
to ignorant strangers for the real native amber.
When the boyar left away the yard, the Wolfhound turned a necklace in
fingers also returned Likhobora: to you dadeno, you also hand.
- Tell it that before washed up properly, - he advised the adolescent.
- Why you never speak with the boyar? Only through someone? -
curiously Likhobor asked.
The wolfhound shrugged shoulders, thinking how to be. Here so directly to take and
I do not like to throw out - passion supposedly of Luchezar and I am afraid, would not get to him
to kill? Twins Left loved no more it. But hand-to-hand
the fight with the boyar could dream the guys raised at a team
unless in a bad dream. As! The hero from naivyatshy, at a knesov of a throne on
the left hand stood! With it and here, in a campaign, the knesova will stays. It is imaginable
whether from it, the leader, a paguba to expect? And most on it a sword it seems
to sharpen?.
While the Wolfhound deliberated, in a breast the small piece of coal, quickly smoldered
inflamed in a flame. As always, veins fought to the last, endeavoring
to stop an attack, and, as always, did not master. He hard sat down down to the ground, and
Mouse with desperate shout it was started turning at it over the head.
The wolfhound felt how the mouth is filled with blood, and felt beside
knesinka. For some reason he knew well that a coma coma, and it about it
illnesses the nobility was no need. It is IMPOSSIBLE. The wolfhound made over himself terrible
effort, and cough receded. A miracle from those which are successful time in life.
The wolfhound opened eyes and really saw over himself a knesinka.
Spring eyes were two whirlpools of concern:
- What there is with you, a Wolfhound? What is with you?. He rose to the feet and
answered, not really hoping that the voice will sound in a human way:
- Yes so, monarchess. Anything.
The voice did not bring it, but in the opinion of a knesinka as though something
slammed. It seemed, she wanted to start talking to it, but changed the mind and
kept silent. And then turned and went away.
The young monarchess stayed in Klyuchinke three more days, and during this time
no quarrels between owners and guests took place. Anybody on anybody not
began to askance, but whether it is necessary to say that before the departure of galiradets
local girls, klyuchinsky and from swamps, went on forest footpaths not
otherwise as accompanied by the father, brothers and the groom. Wolfhound strongly
suspected that it was necessary to thank for it not Ketarna, and his bride,
managed to whisper something on an ear of mother and to girlfriends. Then to the knesinka train
came it is time to move further.
The wolfhound already brought out of Serk's stable and looked how servants and eager
assistants from velkh stacked in the vehicle bast a box with property
madams. Work was in full swing when approached it to Ania and with it
Ketarn for some reason hiding a hand behind the back.
- You leave, - having greeted, spoke вельх. - Well, look,
when by you happen.
- Perhaps I will also glance, - the Wolfhound told. It seemed to it that for these
several days Ketarn matured for about ten years. At least,
turned from the pugnacious youth into the spravny young man.
- Here, take for memory, - the son a threshing barn suddenly told it
. - That truly
the road was not forgotten.
Having taken out a hand because of a back, he stretched to the Wolfhound the dagger passed in a sheath.
That, with a handle in the form of the gilded little man. Brought from the field
battles at Three Hills.
The wolfhound shook the head:
- An expensive gift to otdarivat there is nothing. To Ania crafty glanced to it
in eyes:
- And you unless did not otdarit? Ketarn added:
- Do not offend, take. I wanted to lift it on the good person... Hand
to me will begin to burn down when I take out from a sheath.
There is nothing to do, it was necessary to take and hang up on a belt. Wolfhound hardly
coped with it when resolutely approached Ania it closely.
Having reached, she embraced tall a vein for a neck, forced to bend down and,
without hesitating of the staring people at all, strong kissed on a mouth.
The dumbfounded Wolfhound looked over her head and met eyes with
Ketarn. The jealous groom winked at it, and then conspiratorially smiled.
The story invented by Luchezar was known by all. The truth - only they are three yes
still, maybe, elder.
To Ania receded on a half-step, and the Wolfhound asked her:
- Necklace where?.
The girl laughed, again forced to bend and told on an ear:
- Presented to god Bolotny!.
There was a time once. Rattled, blossomed... also passed.
To both powers, and people the time comes to disappear.
To the impenetrable bog the sunk Evil lies
And the hero that at the price of the life carried away him in a chasm.
What there was? When?. After a set of years
Both the swamp, and memory were covered oblivion by ooze.
Only it seems to people that the Evil is still torn to light:
Still, speak, the bog bubbles at the nights.
Still, speak, there, below, fight continues:
Having ruthlessly squeezed an insatiable throat of the vampire,
Still, speak, someone pays in posthumous destiny
For remained to live, for tranquility of this world.
11. 11. NOT THAT!
Sivur from time immemorial was considered as the boundary river. Here came to an end
possession of a galiradsky knes. Further to the most velimorsky Gate lasted
the sumezhny lands inhabited by tribes, rendering tribute to nobody. Were
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