- The monarchess, - only also uttered veins. At it eyes, as shone at
the patient who is rushing about during a heat.
- I will not see you any more, - the knesinka of Elen whispered. - I went
in marriage... I am a daughter... I hate it!. When at me... at me... will be born
son... I want though to hope that this son - yours...
The world once again rose on the head. Knesinka moved to the Wolfhound and,
in accuracy as once, grasped his hands. Before a mind's eye
the bodyguard one thousand various pictures which are equally reducing rushed
from mind. But all of them right there scattered in different directions because from shoulders
knesinka densely zapakhnuty raincoat moved down.
Veins understood why pesnopevets call beauties dazzling.
Sudden nakedness women's - as the midday sun in eyes. You remember:
saw!!! And what saw? And there is nothing to tell if only you are not a poet. It is a lot of
later, desperately being ashamed of itself, the Wolfhound tried to remember
knesinka what it appeared to it during that only instant. But not
managed.
Hands were bystry reason. The wolfhound picked up the slipped raincoat and
hasty wrapped up the girl. She embraced him for a neck, nestled on a breast.
Also sobbed, sobbed, endeavoring not to burst out crying at the top of the voice. It
wanted to belong to it. Only to it. At least once. And then...
The wolfhound sang lullabies to her as if the child who saw a bad dream. Also thought
about this most "then". As far as he in general was capable to think now.
Came true! - exulted, being poured by life, a certain part of its being. -
She wished me! Slender fingers ineptly ironed marked scars a face,
the cold body tried to be warmed in a ring of his hands... Would be the greatest
lie to tell that the Wolfhound remained it is absolutely indifferent that proximity
knesinka did not excite him at all. But those who listen only
commands of flesh, vein for men did not consider.
- The monarchess, - the Wolfhound said in low tones. Unbent edge of a wide raincoat and
began to wipe it tears. - The monarchess, - he repeated, mentally damning
own tongue-tie. He already saw that at it all remains left
courage on opening to it. She knew men's love unless
only according to stories of servants. It was more brave during battle when
helped to drag wounded. Yes. But there, for stone walls of a sanctuary,
it brought it by a hand. And now, seemingly, again there was its turn to take it
by a hand and to take away to the safe place.
The person with better the attached language, probably, would already hang out in
air some convincing words. Would remind her that it -
prosvatanny bride, which strict solvennsky Gods well if
will forgive even the veil which is self-willedally cast away from a face. Would bring to reason her,
successor of a galiradsky knes. Forced to remember a debt.
At the Wolfhound, perhaps, language would wither on the middle.
And the sneer would be the best medicine for a knesinka. Something,
what she will understand only later time. And, having understood, will be able to forgive... Wolfhound
considered himself the cruel man. But not so.
He ironed the knesinka hair clinging to a rough palm, listened
confused breath and drearily thought of how in these hair will start
fingers son Lyudoyeda. As will rumple a greedy mouth of her lip, a thin neck,
small maiden breast...
You will not send me anywhere, the monarchess, he thought spitefully. I will not throw.
And somewhere in dark height whistled wings, being carried away to ice-covered
to mountains, bystry little pigeon.
Anything wants to live. But happens, believe, -
Life is given, having forgotten to be surprised to low cost.
In chasms of soul the animal wakes up.
Dark murderer. And there is no thought of life.
Death stood in fight at you behind a shoulder...
You were not afraid of it. And did not ask destiny about anything.
That to us to life if Honour serves as payment,
That that will force to be cut also dead hands!
That to us to death and torments if is
For the sake of whom to accept even death agony?
Those who in cruel fight did not guess that how much,
Gods, happens, store and the protect with a sword.
Fight will come to an end, and then only you will find time
To each voice of life as to a miracle to marvel.
Quietly sings lullabies a tree a rain.
Loudly sings, calling to the girlfriend, a titmouse.
The vernal sun awakened a thaw a beam...
Remember the fallen friends. Also live. Also do not cry about anything.
13. 13. SONG OF DEATH
The border of the highland was drawn by the sharp chopped line. So,
as if once, in days of immemorial youth of the world, a convex board of the earth
cracked and burst in these parts, without having sustained holding apart it
tension. And one part of a board kept on the place, another collapsed
also it was reared by terrible splinters. When everything ceased, these splinters so
also remained to stick out to heaven as if stone hummocks. Or perhaps was and
in a different way. Venna, in any case, believed that exactly here burst
once dark others star which arrived from the outside of this world. And that
from here the Great Night lasting thirty extended in this world
years and three years.
So was or not so, but mountains stood. And green foothills overgrown
the oreshnikovy woods as from Sakkarem, was not trace here and.
Mountains began the steep rocky wall rising up on
several hundreds of sazhens. Water, wind, frost and just past centuries
worked at it much, but in many places were clearly noticeable
the layers and layers of a raznoporodny stone lying exactly, warped and
broken in the most inconceivable way. Here and there these layers reminded
stone laying; it became clear why at solvenn and narlak
mountains received a name Castle.
The wall looked at the North, and the sun never lit it. Probably,
therefore the border of eternal snow went down absolutely low here, and from a wall
blew as cold. For several versts from it trees began to become shallow and
to thin, then absolutely vanished. And under the wall on several
perestrel the grassy heathland lay, and on it the road extended.
The oprichnik country, going near a knesinka, the Wolfhound reflected. Iron
mountains. See as the kind wood avoids them, recedes, does not want nearby,
grow...
The road tried not to be driven closely into the corner, at the bottom too
which piled up the whole hills of rocky fragments here and there - traces
terrible landslides. Under each such hill all freely would be located
galiradsky Krom.
Stubborn life, however, everywhere prevailed. Even on the wall
the tenacious bushes which grew from the seeds brought by birds clambered or
wind...
Last night the Wolfhound pulled out the card and showed it to Dungorm.
Noble нарлак at first began to worry: that, as, from where at
bodyguard?. - but then saw a name of the boyar Krut in a corner and
three-colored lace with the darkened press, and his concern settled.
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nbsp; Dungorm a sure hand specified on the card of border of the highland and marked
the gorge which was crossed by the Obstacle. By the way, soon it was necessary to them
to pass this place. The wolfhound looked at the card, remembered it and hid
under a chain armor. Of which he almost did not get out and managed to get used to it in
ways, as to the second skin.
Velimorets had an excellent mood. Today by the evening, on thin
the end tomorrow morning he waited for a meeting with the mister. Which, judging
on everything, he genuinely loved. Same it is felt at once when someone
just corrects duties, - and when serves, as they say, for
conscience. The wolfhound considered Dungorma the person worthy. To imagine it
among servants of the Cannibal it was as impossible as, for example, Tilorna. And
here at the son?. To a wolfhound to think of it there was and precisely, and a lack of time. Blood
avengers are not are bad, are good. They revenge revenge. And to these all
it is told. And besides at the Wolfhound was not such iridescent
mood, as at Dungorm.
He waited for a trouble.
That or those who hunted for a knesinka tried to reach it already
twice. It will be very strange if they do not try for the third time. And
as at them remained to time for it practically nothing - Vinitar
quite could appear in time till the night, - the blow could be expected in any
moment. And where it is the most convenient to attack as not here, on a narrow strip
open, equal, precisely grain shovel, lugovina? With which and to run
especially there is no place, except as to some blind gorge?. In a narrow crack,
where they eventually will also be clamped to shoot down without hindrances?.
The wolfhound in good time consulted to foremen and honestly laid out them the
fears. Skilled soldiers listened to him, and any did not begin to object.
- What, to reservation you will advise to vzdet probably? - Aptakhar grinned. It
perfectly remembered spring.
- Children will begin to grumble, - Deksha sighed. - Not light probably.
Hryvnias on forty...
- All right, the navel will not be torn, - judged It is small - Ghosn. - It is differently better, than
to feed crows.
Houses, in the city, they were policemen. And, if business did not concern catching
street thieves, got used to make what will be told to them by the chief:
the army hero or the employed merchant. To solve it was business and
proud, both difficult, and interesting. And fight at Kayeransky bogs already
showed what turned out at them at all not badly.
- If attack, I would put a wall of boards, - Deksha told. - Let
will try to break through through mine Udaltsov!
It is small - shook Ghosn the head:
- Horses... If suddenly they have our velkhsky chariots there,
no wall of boards will help you.
- We have to save madam, - the Wolfhound told.
- Horses at heroes, - Aptakhar grumbled. - And at velimorets.
- Agree with Dungorm, - offered вельх. - If something happens you with
them a knesinka in a saddle - and to the course...
The wolfhound could argue on anything that three foremen, as well as he
itself, thought of wounded, of servants, of the nurse and the doctor, of Mangul at once
with the adoptive little son. And about fifty good guys, which anybody probably
will not bring a bystry mare and will not give a stirrup.
- We that... somehow we will beat off, - Aptakhar expressed the general thought. -
To whom we are especially necessary, probably for you all will run.
As military force they did not remember Luchezarovy heroes at all. What's the use
to count on those who brought already once.
- Where to get away? - asked veins. - Who knows, maybe, us just
ahead wait!
Told and felt, how in a consciousness corner заскреблась not clear
thought. To get away with a knesinka, to break towards to Vinitar? So his clown
knows when it appears in time. The wolfhound raised the head and looked into the sky,
as always, if it was required to think. So. Robbers at all not
could threaten them from... only from...
- Went! - he told three leaders. And nearly run hurried to
to the vehicle near which the envoy Dungorm talked to a knesinka, and on
front, with reins in hands, it is proud the old nurse sat.
- The monarchess, - he told a knesinka when Dungorm and foremen departed
everyone to the people. - We are afraid, as if again did not attack us. Make
favor, put on a chain armor again.
Elen Gluzdovna silently obeyed. On the run undid warm suite,
put it in hands to Likhoslav, took the armor which is vividly found by the servant and
dressed. The wolfhound looked at Haygal sitting on a high seat and
the old woman suddenly winked at it. Last night, when he left
madam a knesinka, the nurse exhausted at an entrance presented it destructive
look and with speed of a polecat whisked inside: what there made over it
girl unscrupulous veins?. Why does not cry more whether it is live?.
The highly experienced grandma, of course, in a moment understood, than business came to an end. Wolfhound
three steps did not manage to depart from a tent when Haygal with the same
surprising speed took off outside.
- Bend down! - strictly she ordered to the tall bodyguard. Venn bent down.
The grandma in a trice seized him by ears and... walked dry wrinkled lips
on his forehead and cheeks.
- Thanks, sonny... - quietly, that twins did not hear, she told.
But the monarchess a knesinka since the morning never lifted on
Wolfhound of eyes. It is difficult to look in the face to the man who managed to protect
your chastity more than you.
Aptakhar the first returned from the group, was attached to the Wolfhound and
some time was silent, marching in step with it. It seemed, it something
considered.
- Since the spring we with you at the same time, - he spoke at last. - And
my veins of the brother killed. Youngest. Heggov tail! When I thought,
what do I am at one with wine? And?. I ask you!
The wolfhound could not answer, and he kept silent. It all the same not
was going to tell Aptakhar as itself - there was a business - fatally
hated segvan. In total without analysis. Too, by the way, was for what. And as
then, having pleased on penal servitude, he fast recovered from this nonsense.
Aptakhar carefully smoothed with a wide hand a curly beard, but
only right there to crumple it in a fist.
- Here that, veins... - he told. - Perhaps to us, when in Velimor
let's reach, to take and to mix blood to all four? I, you, Deksha,
It is small - Ghosn... It is necessary to stick to each other. Not against?
The wolfhound was not against. Though blood twinning - business too
responsible that about it here so, at once, to solve. This relationship is more
the given ancestors because you choose him. And if happen
contentions between sworn brothers, so them and in hundred years are remembered.
- A good deed, - the Wolfhound told. - Only at first we will take the monarchess.
And about himself thought: if business indeed reaches twinning, as if
also to three foremen the sonny was not necessary to suffer from Lyudoyedov...
> - Luchezarovichi priotstat something, - Aptakhar noticed, looking back
back. Really, Luchezarova чадь, moving behind ratnik and in
some distance from them, not too hurried. Has to be, proud
Luchezar did not wish "to swallow of dust" though no dust was trace and:
the maloyezzheny road grew with a dense rigid grass. The wolfhound looked on
the. Sharp-sighted Likhoslav stood in all growth in the vehicle, adhering for
the front, also did not tear off an intense look from light forest border. Banks
grass long, in a multi-colored cage, poneva of servants, and beside everyone
girls the desperate good fellow walked. Ten one and a half more soldiers kept
about the vehicle. It happens that, does not happen but only to get away, throwing
wounded, - the latest business.
The rocky wall ahead was given in the field such cape, sharp and
unapproachable. At least, the Wolfhound, be led up him need to clamber
upward, would look for other town. The reddish hanging rocks inspired
respect.
As far as the Wolfhound remembered the card, wide had to is farther to open
mouth of the gorge. According to Dungorm, this gorge outside looked quite
passable and long, but in practice came to an end in the blind deadlock soon. And
on other side of the mouth the amazing rock in an equal strip rose,
brown with yellow. Round it, and almost at once it will be on squeezed by boulders
to footpath to the Obstacle.
The wolfhound saw how patrol, darting about to and fro ahead on
quick horses, curtailed for the utesisty cape, disappeared for some time
from a look, then again came out to the open place and waved hands,
giving an agreed sign: everything is pure.
- You - veins, I - сегван, - widely and tirelessly walking, grumbled in a beard
Aptakhar. - For the sake of Rodana's navel, lived! Twinning!.
The pedestrian group rounded a sharp ledge of a wall and began to cross a mouth
gorges traps. Dungorm did not tell lies: the gorge really looked nicely.
It seemed as if there, far away, the tempting valley, spacious opens
and deep. There it was full of some greens, and on the one hand down rocks
the foaming stream jumped. Ahead, as the sentry vezha, rose striped
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