nestling on it and on twins.
The wolfhound fell on hunkers near a knesinka, gave a hand and
pulled out the arrow which got confused in a heavy cloth behind right from its suite
shoulder. Then looked at the girl and suddenly spoke very quietly and
absolutely quietly:
- Do not cry, madam. It is not necessary to cry. Everything will be good.
Knesinka found out only here that her face is entirely filled in not only
then, but also tears.
- I will be over there, - the Wolfhound told and shook the head aside
rocky wall. - Likhoslav and Likhobor will sit with you, madam.
Knesinka understood clearly what will immediately die as soon as it leaves
also will leave it. She according to nodded and whispered as once on
floor space:
- Do not ruin yourself, the Wolfhound...
- Yes, here still... - It unfastened from a belt and gave it a sheath with a dagger,
thereby what was presented to it by grateful Ketarn. Blade more than two spans
of maiden hands would descend for a small sword. To tell the truth, Elen
Gluzdovna with it was dexterous no more, than with a board. But feeling twisted
handle added confidence to palms, as usual at once and happens with
all who are unusual to weapon. The wolfhound, actually, also wanted it.
Some time behind a wall of a sanctuary the suspicious silence reigned...
- They touch the person, and the person falls at once... - fateful
by voice some young soldier uttered near wine. - Only will touch
- and all stones right there thaw as oil...
- They, it who? - the Wolfhound asked, pulling out from a nalucha in advance
equipped (tied as its tribe) onions was expressed and undoing
birch bark cover Tula. He thought at this time of where he could
to get lost Mysh and whether there was no what to a small animal.
- Ghosts... - half hesitating of own fear, murmured
young man. The wolfhound did not begin to look back at him: also it was so clear that
the jaw at the poor creature jumped. - They there already heroes, probably, all
settled... One nadezha, sanctuary... Yes and, it seems, not our Gods,
who will sort them...
- Ghosts! - sniffed veins. - Who saw that ghosts shot from
onions? Also cracked bushes when on the wood run?.
And here Auchezarova also is not heard about why it is not visible smoke,
definitely it was necessary to think.
- And still, in my opinion, ghosts do not swear, - confusedly said another
voice, and the Wolfhound learned White-headed. - I always thought, they, on the contrary...
it is bent properly - and will leave. I heard one there, below... - Young
the ratnik grinned. - As it kosterit some boat full of holes! I and that
learned four words of new...
Around frostily laughed.
- Yes you, the brother, seemingly, surpassed ancient languages, - hemming in moustaches,
assumed approached It is small - Ghosn. - Poe-kakovski though used foul language?
White-headed answered with immense surprise:
- Poe-solvennski!.
From below, from the camp, the exulting shouts, far suddenly were heard
flying in still night. The wolfhound listened and sorted something it seems
"Found, found!.". So far he deliberated what it would mean, shouts
were replaced by muffled grumble and abated absolutely.
Trees began in one hundred steps from a sanctuary, and under them lay
darkness, almost impenetrable for usual human eyes. Wolfhound
got out through a crack between blocks, nestled a back on a stone and
strained sight, peering at a gloom. Soldiers behind it whispered,
groped charms under chain armors. Someone carefully asked:
- You see something, veins?
The wolfhound did not answer, but the left hand holding onions slowly spread
up. He really distinguished the movement near a big pine,
clasped with roots a granite ledge. To miss the mark at such distance it not
was afraid, but the person could be someone from the, and the Wolfhound hesitated.
Then hiding a little moved to the left, and veins considered on it
a helmet a crest in the form of a rigid brush from a nalobnik to a nape. Just the same
Ertan drew on the earth, telling about a helmet of times of the Last war,
stored at her place. The wolfhound for a moment felt a chill in a stomach.
Here any live soul did not carry two hundred years of similar helmets. Really
after all there was a truth in cock-and-bull stories about the evil souls disturbed by someone in
to depth of Kayeransky bogs?. Still he thought of whether he could be there, in
to the wood, the kind person who for some reason got on an ancient helmet also decided that not
could. The wolfhound did not like to shoot the sight and незнамо at whom, but,
when under trees still shadows flashed, - lowered a bowstring. An arrow with
struck with a wide head there where under a helmet the person was vaguely guessed, and
at once it became clear that at a tree not the shade was concealed. The Silishcha at
kind Vienna onions was terrible: lifted the person in a helmet from knees and
overturned backwards. It swept downhill, with noise breaking bushes.
His associates immediately nestled on the earth and undertook to shoot at the answer,
but iron tips jumped aside from a stone, without doing anybody harm.
Ratniki grabbed was for onions more young - to answer. The wolfhound heard,
as the senior soldiers held unexperienced. What's the use at random to devastate
quivers if no zga is all the same visible.
He laid down down to the ground, being saved, and released some more arrows, trying
to be only sure of the aim. One of "ghosts" and remained to stand under
tree, nailed to a trunk: the operenny staff broke to it a neck.
Another raised a howl, writhing between mossy stones. Long, ridge, as
the nail, armor-piercing tip stitched chain armor links at it on a stomach.
The others understood that they are seen, and with deaf roar directed forward.
Small fortress admitted them closer and snapped arrows.
The majority in the dark passed wide of the mark, but others got. In outlets
the filled-up cracks there were skilled shooters able to beat with tied
eyes - on a voice, on rustle of steps. Death of several people not
stopped attackers. They reached stone walls and began to look for
entrance, and someone was adjusted straight through a wall. Ruthless began
slaughter in the dark.
When business to hand-to-hand reached, the first appeared in time "ghost" is not enough not
stepped on the Wolfhound who merged with darkness at a wall. Perhaps,
the robber managed to be surprised when unknown force suddenly picked up him and
led round, forced to bend down clumsily - and from everything to scattering
burst the head in a stone. The wolfhound pulled out a sword from a sheath and grabbed with
following.
Here also, probably, here the last soldiers fought two hundred years ago
ancient tribes, laid over from all directions by Gurtsat's mercenaries
Damned in helmets with shchetinisty crests. And in walls took cover
the small children, old men and priests who were in vain calling Gods...
The wolfhound demolished the head to the opponent and thought that he battles also
for them.
In a board wh
ich was held over the head by a knesinka was thrust a little
arrows, and one more entered the earth, having pierced edge of a poneva. Then, loudly
demanding the doctor, ran up huge сегван and brought on the wounded hands.
Illad immediately got out from under a board, inflated thrust to the earth головню and
was engaged in the ripped-up guy's hip, without caring at all that to him could
to threaten death. Knesinka looked at the halisunets who was efficiently tightening
plait. Then on the wounded soldier who caught her eye and tried
to encouragingly smile to it white as flour, the lips warped from pain.
People went on torments and death for the sake of it. It it is safe
reached to the groom. Which, never in life of types, it with all the heart
hated...
Then she remembered again the dream in which her faithful bodyguard
receded, moving back, on a stony track, on both sides of compressed gray
rocks, receded, battling against someone invisible... Then, in a dream, it
tried to help it than could. Did not sit out in safety, so far
others fought to death. Probably, then she just has no place more
to disappear. And all bravery. Or the matter is that in a dream how was
terribly, really nevertheless you do not perish?.
Fight lasted still in a gloom. Neither that nor others began to make
torches. "Ghosts" stubborn clung to a mask of otherworldly beings.
Though all already understood that it were quite ordinary people, for greater to fear
the got-on ancient armor found in Kayeranakh. Besieged not
wished to open for attackers the number and to attract in vain
attention of enemy Sagittariuses...
The wolfhound turned under a wall, ruthlessly using benefits of the
sight, the Nice sword for the first time bared by it for the real fight washed
blood on the crosspiece. He loved forest murderers no more most
Wolfhound.
Soon enough veins found out that robbers saw in the dark hardly
worse it, only somehow differently. At once noticed the movement, and hidden
the person could be passed. Here, so, why that did not make out it
the first to which it thrust an arrow under a visor. The wolfhound span
top, trying to delay on itself more enemies. He understood that in
to crowd hand-to-hand all of them will hardly begin to shoot, and time so,
let will try to reach it. How many to the people can attack at once
on one person? Three four, it is no more. Otherwise will only prevent
each other. So, if Wuchang to beat off four, will not be given and
forty. The wolfhound allowed to take himself in a ring and went to write out a sword
intricate pretzel. Swords and a spear of "ghosts" slid on its blade,
and their owners were rolled away away and, sometimes, could not get up any more.
The wolfhound managed to be convinced that his numerous rivals at all not
shone with special fighting skill. The nobility, too got used to attack
unawares and to cut sleeping, without meeting serious repulse. Against
the single like the Wolfhound could stick to similar troops, yet not
will fall for fatigue. And to knock down him thus it was very difficult.
If the little gray-haired woman suddenly left on the burro to
to the thrown sanctuary, she would begin to be proud of the capable pupil?. Or
again would reproach it for the fact that it dealt shortly with enemies, without waiting,
so far they will understand something and will decide to change the life?.
Time definitely moved for two centuries ago. Shadows long ago dead
floated through darkness, peering into those who disturbed their dream. Around
dwellings of Gods fierce night fight, only this time to soldiers was humming again in
grebnisty helmets it was not succeeded to pull out an easy victory, it did not happen
to amuse at defenseless. In a sanctuary defended severe and very much
the quiet people who were not considering themselves fateful at all. Unlike
to the ancient tribe, they strong hoped to stand.
- Keep!. - the Wolfhound heard suddenly. He looked back to shout and saw
warrior Ertan.
The desperate maid was cut through to it to the aid, having solved - if surrounded,
means, affairs are bad. She acted with a sword very skillfully and with that
selfless rage for which velkh since ancient times were famous. Ring
attackers truly broke up. Ertan was already two steps away from the Wolfhound and
almost saved it when someone threw in it a knife. Venn was with another
the party also could not keep up it on revenue. Ertan silently threw up a hand to
also began to settle breasts down to the ground. Robbers started finishing, but the Wolfhound
already was above the warrior, and its long sword weaved in air
funeral shrouds to anything who was selected too close. Ertan,
gritting the teeth, endeavored to rise, but nothing left.
- Run, - she croaked. - Run. A wolfhound, without answering, raked up it
free hand also lifted from the earth, having managed to feel as a palm the knife handle.
- Keep!. - it began to roar on-velkhski. - Too invented, to die!
Ertan tried to clasp it for a neck. From pain and faintness fingers
at first were absolutely wadded, then got stronger a little. Ertan shook, but
somehow rearranged legs. Robbers immediately imposed them, precisely wolves
to steam of elks who covered with wounds legs on a spring crust. The wolfhound began quietly
to swear through clenched teeth: now to it had really a rough time.
Ertan half hung on his hand, having buried it in a shoulder the head. At
it blood flowed from a mouth, he felt how dense hot moisture
it was absorbed in a leather cover. After all the Wolfhound broke through to the southern entrance in
sanctuary, and there heard its voice. Fearless guys immediately jumped out
outside, covered both. The wolfhound wiped a sword about a boot and put it in a sheath.
Hands Ertan were powerlessly unclenched at him on a neck. Venn picked up it - very much
carefully, not to move a knife. He brought the girl inside and looked
Illad's eyes. Someone ran up to it to accept wounded. Wolfhound
turned the head and saw a knesinka about which followed
brothers Dashing.
It appears, the young monarchess managed to put servants to help
to the doctor herself also did not lag behind them, taking away crippled and taking away them under
protection of a wall. Nearby two who contrived to get from the outside - both rolled in
grebnisty helmets and ancient bibs. One was killed with blow of fighting
knife under a chin. The Wolfhound personally trained in this blow twins, in
Galirade of it was not known. To other robber, seemingly, sypanut hot
coals in a face and that for a moment dumbfounded. That at the nurse amusing
talk of the guy tormented with pain, rolled up by a rag a palm; old woman
terribly was proud of something.
- Do not remember dashing, a ban-riona, - slowly, others deep voice
Ertan uttered. - I leave. Gellama... He waits...
- Too to me, gathered, - the Wolfhound sniffed. It lowered the girl down to the ground,
seated, leaning against a sacrificial stone, and began to cut leather carefully
jacket. Knesinka kneelt nearby, carefully supporting tending
head Ertan. On her cheeks tears ran again: it seemed to it, life nice
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br /> velkhinka just about will expire at it between fingers, like running water. As
to hold?.
At this time near them began to move crippled, appeared
White-headed. Being тестомес cruelly suffered: he lost in battle
an eye, and the head were pulled together by a bloody bandage, but under the escaped eye still
signs of quite fresh bruise were seen. This bruise as far as was
it is known to the Wolfhound, the solvenn for an excessive heat was welcomed by Ertan.
White-headed threw a cursory glance on the breast blood it bared, covered,
stretched disobedient lips in a predatory grin and declared:
- And I not for nothing was hit in a muzzle, knew probably where I pulled hands. See,
what beauty hid!
Illad greased with something transparent skin around a knife, applied fingers
lower wounds and began to listen to heart.
- The main thing - the tit is whole, - with skill judged been from
darkness Aptakhar. - To you, the maid, twenty children it is necessary to give rise, then already
to die.
Ertan raised a hand, tried to shake at them a fist and lost
consciousness.
It was not much more attackers, than besieged, and at some point
those surely understood that they will beat off. Understood it and robbers. From below, with
coast, the horn sounded, and the Wolfhound remembered the story Ertan at once about
adventures of the grandfather and about a sepulchral horn in which could not at all
to blow the living person. The sound deaf and ominous, really went as
as if from under the earth. From it on a back goosebumps, and the Wolfhound ran
thought of why robbers did not sound in the same way in most
the beginning most true to frighten. To reflect especially on this subject to it
was once, but the only explanation which was on mind appeared
unfavourable.
They needed a knesinka...
And they guessed or simply knew that at it people consisted,
which without arguing will grab weapon. And without fight will not give the
madam not that to some there nasty spirits long ago the died villains -
though to Dark Gods, take in head to be suddenly those behind it.
The wolfhound bent down over the killed robber, glanced in dead eyes.
Indeed. On it, precisely two bottomless ice-holes in winter ice, looked
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