breasts, spoke veins. - He was not roused many years. Who
from you hit it with a spear? You?. Or your brother?.
Anyway, for it there could not be a speech about revenge any more. To revenge
to that to whom talked, ate in half flat cake, together shed blood?
To the one who, there was a business interceded for you? To which you saved
life?. It can become the stranger only. But not to revenge.
Aptakhar moved a hand stump:
- I and healthy could not cope with you, and now and even less so... But you
remember that in Galirada I have a son!
To which will not cope with me too, the Wolfhound, but aloud it thought
did not say.
- Do as you wish, - he told Aptakhar and left, without having added more
words.
Once, when the world was purer and better present, at venn was found
custom: the soldier who killed other soldier in an honest duel went to mother
fallen also kneelt before it. He was blamed before the donator
lives also asked for its sort, took up the place of the killed... Long ago those passed
times, the world, and not to the best changed. About what it was ready to cry
all fires the calcinated fighter? About the brother whom very long time ago killed
the twelve-year-old boy defending the house?. Or, maybe, about
forever the twinning lost for it?.
Fortress was not small, and Vinitar managed to lodge Luchezarovichey and
ratnik separately that were an eyesore the friend the friend less. Both that and that
were out for blood, but to the Guard of the Northern Gate of murder within the walls of its lock were
absolutely to anything.
It is small - Ghosn Deksha and Aptakhar feasted at Trekhrogy on the Island of Apples, and,
crippled in fight, folded the starshinsky belts. Leader,
the tested corporal damage, cannot bring more good luck to those who for
follows them. Soldiers of all three groups made the decision at the Obstacle and
together put over themselves Ertan. The benefit the wound did not threaten it any more
to health and life. And the one who would tell that twenty six men have not enough
honor to obey the maid, risked to run on twenty six swords.
Except soldiers and servants, lived in the lock much different workman
Luda: bronnik, shchitnik, archers, shornik, smiths, all and not
you will list. They served not only Vinitar's people (though them, of course,
first of all), but also mimoyezzhy merchants. Who knows, will appear soon for
settlements, the new settlement will rise walls. Galiradtsa found усмаря soon and
by sharing the cost ordered for Ertan a starshinsky belt in gilded metal plates.
The belt had to be by all means from skin of a wild tour, and from cut off
directly on hunting when the animal already got a mortal wound, but yet not
died.
- Such, speak, help to give birth, - someone from solvenn told,
when surrounded Ertan. - You, the maid, consider!
Soldiers laughed loudly, and the velkhinka showed white teeth and answered
obscene curse.
At Dungorm who nearly hosted an awful execution from hands of robbers
considerably increased in a gray hair beard. However he expressed desire
to head group and to accompany galiradets home. First, it
maintenance was demanded by Vinitar's honor. These people made for it that
could and did not spare themselves, defending his bride. As after that
to send them, the few number and weakened from wounds, one through dangerous and
unfriendly edges? And secondly, having remained face to face, Luchezarova
team and ratnik till the evening would cut drinks each other. It
Vinitar could not allow too.
- I know all of them, my Koons, and they know me, - Dungorm told him. -
I think, I will be able to stop them. But also, they for certain will become
to have legal proceedings before Gods and the knes. I believe, in that court it would appear
the person third-party and impartial, besides notable is reasonably useful
sorts, which...
- Directly impartial, - Vinitar grinned. - Tell better
it is honest that you are afraid for the friend a vein and you want to help him
to justify oneself.
-... which would state events, being guided only by the truth, but not
feeling, - with sensitive advantage Dungorm terminated. - Even if at me
also there was an opinion on the one who should be thanked for rescue of madam,
that not on the basis of attachments! And blood I to anybody at them, except
knesa, I will not concede!.
- Be your way, the friend, - gave up Vinitar. - Just and it is so hard for me
it was necessary without your reasonable council while you went. And you only
returned - and again you abandon me!
The wolfhound and Ertan still lived in one room, and this neighbourhood
served as inexhaustible food for a mock. Ertan laughed the matter off,
The wolfhound just was silent. In comparison with it the velkhinka was almost absolutely
it is healthy. It exercised already both hands, being active two wooden swords
at the same time. And at full speed ran for the doctor when a vein twisted
cough. There was it now often, and every time it rested in bed on
in the afternoon, hardly overcoming durnotny weakness. It dreamed dreams: that
Kan-Kendarat, girl Olenyushka, Tilorn with Niilit. The doctor - not old
still сегван, bald, precisely seaside boulder, - used its cervine moss,
the leaf of cloudberries kindled by fat and powder from dried up a medvedok. To
the luscious and sweet syrup seeming to the Wolfhound still relied powder
more oppositely than the medicine. It did not feed special hopes for recovery,
however resignedly swallowed of everything that was brought to it by the doctor. It was much
it is surprised when cough ceased to kill him, and wounds began gradually
to drag on. And to eat a porridge bowl, it was not required any more
to force itself.
After all the doctor told the mister once:
- My Koons, I know, you are going to allow to go home galiradets. Without
doubts to solve about it to you, but I would advise to detain a vein
here.
Vinitar quietly asked:
- Why?
- It is sick, - the doctor answered. - It can not sustain the road. - And
added for persuasiveness: - Still I think that madam will be delighted to it,
when comes back from mountaineers. I heard, madam herself chose a vein in
bodyguards and never with it it was dissatisfied...
- And what speaks itself veins? - Vinitar asked.
- He wants to go, my Koons.
The guard of the Northern Gate indifferently shrugged shoulders and spoke:
- Well so let goes.
The river which the Wolfhound made out from a fortification was called
Girlim. In language of one of the mountain tribes living nearby, but not so
sticking to a privacy as ichendara, it meant the Singing Stream. Girlim
really originated from glacial streams, and down, on the plain,
ran surprisingly talkative falls. Whether the stone in those places was
special breed, whether stream were split up very successfully - nobody for certain
did not know. Only Girlim, jumping down ledges of a rocky wall, in most
business did not roar, did not roar, and modulatingly sang. Someone called it miracle.
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br /> Mountaineers considered the Singing Stream monastery of the Highest Forces and believed that Gods and
Goddesses loudly laughed there, rejoicing to embraces of each other. Two hundred more years
back mountain priests began to guess every spring to which of spirits
there was not enough stream the beloved or the beloved. Depending on
signs the river got the girl or the young guy. But here it happened
Gurtsatovo invasion, and the Singing Stream, unlike Nespyashchikh-v-Nedrakh,
helped nothing to the children. After this sacrifice stopped
at once and forever. But from the different countries curious began to come
the travelers ready it is generous to pay for an admiring by miracle. Mountaineers soon
thought that it was more favorable to receive guests, than to humour indifferent
river. And they built the whole village appointed for at a former sanctuary
visitors. And Gods and Goddesses indifferently continued to laugh and
to play in falls. It was not to people the slightest business! And on those who
for you it is indifferent, there is no need and to take offense.
Slightly lower on a current where Girlim managed to accept in himself
other streams and small rivers and to become the good deep river, lived
east velkh. Velkh brought down the wood, and every year by fall in creeks
several sound rafts waited for the hour. In the fall here always
plentifully rains dropped out. Girlim was blown up and flowed black water, and then
rafts went to a way. The flood allowed to pass thresholds, near
which in dry time to pass were not from dashing people. With rafts, in
relative safety, merchants and wandering liked to travel
handicraftsmen. Clever Vinitar, having become the Guard of the Northern Gate, offered
to velkha protection. Velkh were soldiers though where, but small
the tribe not from a hand to contradict the powerful neighbor. And Vinitar managed
to behave so that not to offend men of courage.
Already the second year on rafts together with local were alloyed down
To Girlim the merchants who purposely arrived from Velimor. All will have enough place: and
to galiradets, and group which sent with them the Guard of the Northern Gate.
- And you go?. - Ertan was surprised to the decision of the Wolfhound. - And as
knesinka without you? She, in my opinion, trusted you most...
The warrior got gradually used to a starshinsky belt, in her habit appeared
authoritativeness. And - as it strange at first sight - something is distinct
maternal, absolutely not peculiar to it before. Wolfhound
was surprised when noticed it. But then thought and understood. Male leader
it becomes inevitable to the people like the father. If, of course, it standing
leader. Because thinks and cares for them as the father about sons. Therefore,
that to the soldiers who left the families it is bad without parental caress. And still
because truly strong only the family is able to be.
Here and the woman on merits and advantage chosen as the leader becomes
to the soldiers mother.
Nevertheless the Wolfhound wanted to discuss nothing even with Ertan.
You will tell the word - and you will not get to anywhere, it is necessary to spread everything. About,
about a knesinka and about Vinitare. And what to less people will know about blood
to hostility of the Wolfhound with Vinitar and about the despair which nearly pushed a knesinka
in embraces at all not to the groom, those it better. Including for most
Ertan.
The wolfhound scratched the hip which is deeply ripped up by an arrow through a bandage and
told a velkhinka:
- Without me it will be easier for madam here, than with me.
The gray-eyed leader opened there was a mouth to try to find out that yes
why... but looked at the Wolfhound, changed the mind and gave up.
Day of departure came...
All property acquired by the Wolfhound still found room in thin
knapsack. And still at the bottom of the old patched bag
the treasure was stored: a hammer, whose oak handle remembered a hand of his father,
smith Mezhamir. When near the Obstacle the Wolfhound rushed to the fight promising
to become for it the last, it nearly upokoit a fatherly hammer at the bottom
abysses. Than again to get to angry people, would serve better
Nespyashchim-v-Nedrakh in their smithy. Now veins he was grateful whether to a case,
whether the unknown force which held it.
The right hand of the Wolfhound broken above an elbow still lay in a popular print.
She did not want to heal in any way and was ill mercilessly. It fastened a sword for
back, having arranged it so that to touch left. It, however, was not
it is sure that if something happens will manage to swing properly. Forces hardly
was enough to walk along fortifications. Well, to Galirad still was
time...
The wolfhound took off a raincoat from a wooden hook and hung up it through a shoulder.
It seems, quite recently the gray suede raincoat was brand new, beautiful and
pure. The wolfhound perfectly remembered how he first tried not to put even
it down to the ground. Was afraid to soil. Since then noble gray suede were in time
to popyatnat splashes of dirt, a spark of road fires, begin to flow a rain... and blood,
of course. The workmen living in fortress on conscience cleaned a raincoat, but
the most part of spots was ineradicable.
- Forgot nothing? - Ertan asked and, having bent down, glanced under both
benches. The wolfhound looked at her flexible, strong back intercepted in
waists a wide belt with brilliant metal plates. What pleasure is simple
to look how the beautiful living person moves, and in particular the woman.
- Went! - Ertan told.
Serko and Snowflake stood in one of serf stables together with
other horses. The white mare very much missed the hostess and always
lasted towards to the Wolfhound, hoping that after him will come and
knesinka. But the knesinka all did not appear. And now it was necessary to the Snowflake
to say goodbye both to the Wolfhound, and to the gray friend horse with whom it
ran side by side from Galirad. Anything! On the beauty a mare already
shirokogrudy gold Sanaygau was lost in contemplation. Was lost in contemplation, neighed tenderly
and it is invocatory. To let them to each other - that nice will turn out
zherebyatka...
The snowflake understood that came to say goodbye to it. When Wolfhound
kissed her on a warm nose and wanted to depart, she grasped it teeth for
and long did not release a sleeve.
Rafts lay in the backwater, ready to get out to a current and to go
on a current down. Rafts were huge, length nearly in rearrows. On
one, the most spacious, tents were already stretched and there were board
barns, it is right, not empty, - on this raft dealers went from upper courses.
Galiradtsam took away two others, it is less. Velimorsky protection was divided
in three, that, there is wrong, to protect all three rafts, and galiradets -
also from each other.
The road purposely laid from fortress came to an end at the water, so
that loading was begun immediately. Horses sniffed and askanced, timidly
squatting on hind legs. As soundly there were log spryazhena, rafts
seemed to them unreliable in
comparison with the firm earth. However trust to
to riders overcame, and horses one by one entered on wide
staircases.
- I am a Guard of the Northern Gate and I do not dare to neglect assigned to me
debt, - Vinitar when left fortress publicly declared. -
Instead of me to Galirad there will go my envoy, noble Dungorm. It
will tell the father of my bride that I still remain her groom and not
I am going to compose from myself obligations which assumed, intending to become
son-in-law of a worthy knes. I already sent to Galirad a pigeon with the message.
There it is told about the regrettable misfortune which comprehended the bride honor on
threshold of my house. Noble Dungorm will also carry with himself detailed
the letter where with all accuracy available to me the event is stated. I
I hope, it will help the sovereign Gluzd to establish the full truth to what
he, undoubtedly, will aspire. I also hope that I soon will be able
to send it a message about happy return of his daughter and about that meeting,
which will be rendered to madam a knesinka in my house.
All saw how Dungorm, respectfully bowing, accepted at him leather
penalchik with the letter. For certain this letter contained someone's
destinies. The wolfhound thought at once, hunting on the road would not begin behind him
home. Then decided that will not begin. Those whom Luchezar could send on
this hunting, at the roots exhausted at the Obstacle. And to act openly the boyar
it is unlikely will decide...
Dungorm chose that raft on which ratnik, and there were proved
lifted its banner. Vinitar himself threw into the river of a black rooster, asking
for travelers of the safe road. Plotogona removed staircases,
untied ropes and leaned on strong poles, taking away heavy rafts from
designate coast. At an exit from the backwater picked up them, carrying away with itself,
powerful current of Girlim. Rafts creaked, rocked, between logs
water got. Serko whom the Wolfhound indisputably forced to lie,
shuddered and plaintively askanced at the owner. Habitual helmsmen harmoniously
turned long oars, bringing rafts to a current. Muddy dark
the stream lapped and frostily rolled, uncontrollably aspiring down, to
to the far sea, trees along coast stood knee-deep in water.
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