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by Darrell Guidry


  incredibly expanded pupils. The wolfhound raised an eyelid to the second. The same

  most.

  In the east already the very narrow strip of a dawn inflamed along the horizon.

  Robbers receded and disappeared in the wood, having tried to carry away or finish

  the wounded. Because captives inevitably would force to speak.

  Though, probably, it was already clear to all that in the tale of aggressive spirits,

  rising from Kayeransky bogs, more nobody will believe.

  - In vain you to death both, - looking at corpses, the Wolfhound told twins.

  - It would be possible to question. Likhobor densely reddened and was responsible for himself

  and for the brother:

  - We so were frightened...

  Knesinka sat near Ertan, ironing the wet head of a velkhinka. Was

  it is visible how hands shivered at it. She all did not believe that terrible night

  approached end.

  - Everything is good, a ban-riona, - Ertan quietly uttered. - Beat off.

  It lay blindly, pale to greens, but blood from a mouth

  did not go any more. She claimed that it was almost not painful to her if not

  to move.

  Then from outside, opposite to the swamp, the war-call was heard

  galiradsky team, ring of weapon and thud of hoofs.

  - Aha, - the Wolfhound wearily told. - Here and Luchezar.

  - Where Hegg dragged it, I would like to know, - sitting down nearby on

  cards, the evil were muttered by Aptakhar. Segvan it had a favourite pose. Another

  tribes usually saw in it a perennial spring for jokes, only

  now anybody had no hunting to joke.

  The wolfhound pulled out a sword from a sheath, put it across knees and became

  to clean. It is known what happens to a blade if in time not to clean off it

  from blood. He could tell a lot of any miscellaneous about Luchezar too, but

  at a knesinka restrained.

  Painfully lame, approached them It is small - Ghosn and sat down down to the ground, awkwardly

  having extended the leg intercepted by a rag forward. He lost in battle

  four excellent guys it was also upset and evil.

  - Muzhilu did not see? - gloomy Aptakhar asked.

  - Yes that he died, your Muzhila!. - growled вельх. - Prishibli -

  I will not cry!

  The Solvennsky ratnik hearing these words also did not think to object.

  Knesinka looked at the men who did not cool down yet, did not depart from fight.

  Probably, it was necessary to straighten out good fellows, to force to honor the one whom

  put over them elders. But that's a trouble that you will not force

  to respect the person who deserved nothing it.

  And the knesinka told absolutely another.

  - I am unworthy to be a monarchess... - quietly she addressed the Wolfhound.

  - I... I absolutely peretrusit...

  The wolfhound raised the head and smiled. Aptakhar Is also small - looked at Ghosn on

  it, then at each other and at the same time laughed loudly. Later some

  time all small fortress, even those over whom was in time laughed already

  to work Illad.

  Below noise and shout was meanwhile made. Most likely, Luchezarovichi

  drove "ghosts" back into the swamp. Several sharp-eyed children

  climbed up boulders, everything became is lighter, and they made out boats,

  bolting through a flood. The most usual flat-bottomed boats, only on boards

  still scraps of a cane and the weaved branches dangled. The rest armfuls

  flew to still water: robbers were on the lam.

  When on a hill slope, coming nearer, began to knock hoofs, ratnik again

  grabbed onions and strictly called to approached.

  - The nice voivode, the boyar Luchezar Luginich goes! - reached towards

  Plishki's voice. - Road to the boyar!

  The road to the boyar was freed, though without that respectful haste, to

  which he got used in Galirada. Luchezar came off black and is prompt

  entered a sanctuary, accompanied with Kanaon and Plishka. The others were put

  was behind it, but they were not let, having referred to the fact that inside and without them

  the people suffice. Actually the ratnik who just defended the

  madam, did not wish to allow to her third-party people at all.

  However Luchezar as soon it became clear, saw things differently.

  - Sister! - he exclaimed, exulting. - We broke and dispersed them,

  the sister, you are saved!

  Knesinka Elen silently looked at it from below up. The wolfhound already stood

  beside it, on the right, slightly ahead. Gray-green eyes watchfully

  felt both the boyar, and two bandits at it behind the back. Luchezar not

  could not notice that with it here already treated as the stranger. Anybody not

  divided it delight concerning rescue of "sister", nobody responded on

  the exulting exclamation. Except the team which burst swords in boards:

  - Glory to the boyar...

  - You tell better, the voivode where you with the hung around while we fought?

  - gloomy spoke It is small - Ghosn. By the way, two foremen, вельх and

  сегван, did not think to rise at the sight of the young grandee. And for foremen -

  and their people.

  - It I before you, an inoplemennik, have to answer?. -

  Luchezar was indignant. - Moreover I from you, servile ugly faces, will ask! Why

  my sister it is unknown where dragged off, about that without having told anything to me? Hardly

  found you, the kind word of not standing! Why... - it belonged already to

  To wolfhound, - why the monarchess ran itself, and the worthless old woman, the slave,

  bore on hands?!

  The bodyguard would not refuse to take an interest, in turn,

  from where the boyar visited such details. But was not in time. Angered

  Luchezar jumped up to him and from all shoulder punched in a face.

  Well that is did not strike, of course. With the Wolfhound similar pieces not

  passed already very much, long ago. The body which hardly cooled down after hand-to-hand

  everything made. The head slightly cleaned up aside, the right hand

  it was thrown forward, resting the palm basis to the boyar against a jaw. Strike

  The wolfhound properly and to lie to Luchezar with the broken neck. Venn to beat

  did not become, just strongly pushed, having flung away the grandee on hands Plishke with

  Kanaon. Those picked up it, carefully helped to rise.

  Everything occurred very quickly, so quickly that nobody managed to grab

  for weapon.

  - Wolfhound... - the knesinka whispered.

  Luchezar slowly started fingers in a zone pocket, pulled out thin

  the kerchief, rubbed off it lips and a chin which touched veins. Then

  fastidiously threw a kerchief down to the ground. Looking at it, to the Wolfhound too

  there was a wish to spit on a palm and to wipe it about trousers. It kept though

  and not without effort.

  - The sister, - the boyar quietly spoke. - You surrounded yourself with people,

  which should not be near you neither on the birth, nor on

  to merits. It disgraces you, the relative. Vnemli to caution

  Bogov: remember how many strange and bad happened to you with

  that day when you brought into Krom this root of all evils, it

  hudorodny a vein, long ago forgotten how called his mother! You even not

  you know who is he and from where, but for some reason you trust him much more, than

  to me. I not the blind person, t
he sister, I see everything. I long suffered, but now

  enough! your father ordered to bring me you to the groom, but as soon as I

  I advise something, yours of veins right there orders to do differently. Still you

  arrived this way and that that to offend nobody. It is more to it not

  to happen. Choose, the sister, - I or it! I, your relative, with whom you together

  played! Or the passerby who today at you, and tomorrow - look for

  winds in the field! Choose!

  Knesinka Elen in despair raised eyes on the bodyguard. Wolfhound

  stood silently and not movably. He did not look at it. He fixedly watched for

  Luchezar and two of his good fellows. Again it was forced to solve, and there is nobody

  was to ask council. Knesinka thought that really the little

  the vein knows about hudorodny. Only the fact that the past at it is valid

  dark and that from time to time it is really terrible. And still something...

  It that she would prefer not the nobility at all...

  She answered very quietly, almost in a whisper, but is firm:

  - Nowadays and from now on I will arrive as I will be prompted by my senior

  the bodyguard, the son of venn called by the Wolfhound...

  - I did not mishear, the sister? - Luchezar asked.

  - The good fellow, a knesinka, is time long ago, Hramn sees! - with a great relief

  Aptakhar spoke.

  It is small - Ghosn smoothed red moustaches and solemnly nodded:

  - You tell just words, a ban-rion, in this sanctuary.

  - We will find Muzhila - instant of a seniority we will release also a belt otymy! - cried out

  on-solvennski a young voice. - Not люб! Tell for us, Deksh!

  To some surprise of the Wolfhound, on this name the ratnik responded,

  whom he still knew as White-headed. It was painful to Dekshe to speak

  because of an eye, but after all it told:

  - The monarchess says business!

  So happens after battle or other big work. Felt

  the force people begin to manage affairs with the same daring determination, as in

  to fight. During such moments they all on a shoulder, manage everything. Who knows,

  ratnik also the boyar would undertake to release a voyevodsky belt, but here

  from the outside again noise of the suitable people, and then naked velimorsky was heard

  envoy Dungorm:

  - What?. That is how it is live?. - And shout: - Pass me to it!

  Galiradtsa did not harbor malice against Dungorm and willingly passed inside.

  The pale and uncombed envoy rushed into a sanctuary run that not

  too beseemed the grandee of his situation. It had a type of the person,

  truly seen a ghost. His look stopped on a knesinka at once.

  Dungorm approached it, anything and anybody without seeing on the parties, and fell on

  knees.

  - Monarchess... - Narlak stretched to touch her hand, but did not dare,

  precisely being afraid, as if it did not thaw in air. Knesinka herself embraced

  it, forced to rise from knees, seated nearby. Usual leisurely

  advantage slowly came back to Dungorm.

  - What happened, the noble envoy?

  - I... madam, I was sure that you... - by still incorrect voice

  Dungorm answered. Dawned on itself a sacred sign and hardly decided

  to say: - I saw how you were killed below!

  Then the Wolfhound understood where the fun-loving beauty of Varey got to. Not

  to wear it it is more behind a knesinka of nadevanny dresses, not to try on

  new. And jokes concerning similarity of two girls too will not be any more.

  Dungorm told that at the first alarm his velimorets vividly swelled up

  also rose in a fighting system, having blocked by boards, and immediately

  hurried to a knesinka tent. But there nobody was any more, and the tent burned down.

  While he spoke, Luchezar shortly nodded the helper and silently left

  outside. The nobility, understood that force for the first time was not on its party. And even

  worse that. From now on simple ratnik and velimorets undertook to preserve a knesinka.

  To it there was no belief any more. "Sister" was going to listen to the from now on

  bodyguard. Wild vein. Convict. Murderer. And it, Luchezar, if not

  wanted to shame completely itself and a team, better be not got involved with them at all in

  dispute. These understood everything too.

  Varey and the segvansky soldier, taking away her in the wood, lay in one hundred steps from

  campfires that is stinking was smoked on the place of a beautiful woolen tent. Two

  gloomy velimorets were vigilantly protected by bodies. Strela-srezen with wide

  tip broke off a segvana a blood vein on a neck, but he did not die

  at once and some time still beat off, clamping a wound a hand. For it

  the man of courage was chopped up in pieces so faces could not be learned.

  And the girl cut the head and with a celebration carried away away, having reeled up on a hand

  thick braid.

  Here, so, why robbers, that is why they suddenly rejoiced

  not at once started catching up disappeared in a sanctuary. They decided that

  safely made business, having finished with a knesinka.

  Which someone still very much wanted to exterminate...

  The head of the unfortunate servant was found a bit later. "Ghosts"

  brought her in razmetanny back, and showed the camp to someone who it is good

  knew by sight the daughter of a galiradsky knes. "Not that!" - the evil this bellowed

  someone. The hardened head departed to a fire, and robbers, annoyancely

  quarreling, got on the hill.

  But by then the real knesinka was already in safety...

  Found also Muzhila. It was visible that before death the solvennsky foreman

  was kneeling and begged about mercy. It did not even pull out from a sword sheath.

  Galiradtsa did not begin to put for him an honest fire. Just dug

  hole also buried him in it, having laid on one side with the knees tightened to a breast.

  So once buried slaves that and in the next world served notable

  to owners.

  His starshinsky belt - tury skin, with silver metal plates - washed up

  in clear water, carried by over fire and only then surrounded with it

  Dekshu-Belogolovogo.

  Velkh, daring horselovers, from time immemorial accustomed kind horses

  to find riders from whom fight separated them. Almost all soldiers from

  Mal-Gony group, except for several, found the horses on

  plundered stanovishche. Clever animals waited until villains clean up,

  also came back. It was necessary to search for the others on the wood. The wolfhound was

  it is sure that Serko will come. Moreover with itself will give the Snowflake. But Serko

  did not appear.

  Already absolutely it is light, when from a thicket Mysh and with peep came tearing along

  began to spin over the head of the Wolfhound, and then it was thrown back, inviting him

  for. Venn went afterwards, but Mysh with emotion squalled and flew all

  quicker so soon the Wolfhound was let by run. After a while

  between trees the white hair zaserebritsya, familiar was heard

  neighing. Snowflake!

  The mare recognized the Wolfhound too, ran up towards, sniffed and

  recoiled: the person smelled of blood and death. After all it allowed to take

  itself by the bridle, and at this time because of fir-trees, stumbling on three legs,

  having become dejected there was Serko. In the left shoulder at it two broken o
ff stuck out

  arrows, up to grain casually slashed with a spear. The exhausted stallion shivered

  all over, but trudged behind the Snowflake, without lagging behind. And the mare did not throw

  it, waited and tenderly sniffed though for a long time could return to

  to the hostess one. The wolfhound saw at Serk on hoofs blood. Fighting horse

  knew how to arrive in a fight when enemies surrounded.

  Veins embraced him for a neck, began to iron wet hot wool. Horse

  moaned and nestled on his shoulder the head...

  When the Wolfhound came to visit Ertan, the warrior was in full

  consciousness. He sat down by it, stroked a palm on a cheek. It turned to

  to it and quietly asked the head:

  - You saw them, the Wolfhound?.

  He, generally, understood what she spoke about, but just in case also

  quietly asked:

  - Whom "them"?

  - Souls, - the velkhinka answered. - Smother those who died two hundred years here

  back...

  - To see did not see, - the Wolfhound told. - But it seemed to me that they

  somewhere nearby.

  - And I saw, - Ertan whispered. Venn was not surprised and did not doubt:

  to whom else to see incorporeal souls if not to it, she was on the verge

  lives and death. And the girl continued: - It seems to me, we revenged for

  them...

  The wolfhound nodded. It had the same feeling. Though marsh robbers

  to troops had no relation to Gurtsatov, except for helmets

  with crests. He slowly spoke:

  - My people believe that those for whom revenged can be born again and

  to find flesh on the earth.

  Knesinka wanted to deliver to madam a tent, but she refused.

  Be closed in a tent, and you will start over again waiting for something. She curled up

  kalachik under a blanket also tried to fall asleep, however the dream did not go. Knesinka

  continually opened eyes and looked at the Wolfhound, not movably and silently

  sitting near it. The bodyguard's hair were braided so again,

  as it was necessary to the murderer.

  ... The nurse told: Gorkun Sinitsa was courteous and not

  on-vennski garrulous, small As it lit up, having seen on a table with

  entertainment the cucumbers! Cunning Haygal herself filled green glass

  the dealer's bowl, asking on that and on this. Recent attempt on

  the monarchess still was at all on lips, and soon table-talk quite

 

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