Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  preferred to believe the relative. And in general, whether Vinitar's pigeon reached?

  Luchezar, apparently, and a lovchy falcon with himself did not forget?.

  Meanwhile his eyes were quickly rummaged around pouring out from the city

  crowd. The wolfhound tried to consider familiar faces, worrying and is guilty

  remembering that did not reach in the birch bark book the last

  pages. It seemed to it as if behind a chain of policemen (why, by the way,

  delivered to the guard?.) ashy curls of Tilorn, but here their raft flashed,

  driving before itself a small wave, with a scratch and rustle ran on

  sandy coastal shallow. Soldiers already strong held horses by the bridle:

  those, hundred-held down on the reliable habitual earth, neighed and were ready

  to jump out on the land without any order and a rank, to owners on

  opprobium.

  In the beginning, as it befitted the notable soldier, on the coast descended with the

  velimorets Dungorm. Then stepped into familiar ice-covered sand

  ratnik. The wolfhound landed from a raft one of the last. Hardly he was in time

  to put a leg on dry, the voice of the knes addressing to sounded

  To Luchezar, and veins shuddered: spoke about it.

  - How left what you brought the bastard not in chains? - loudly, that knew

  the people, the sovereign Gluzd asked. His stretched hand with the extended finger

  pointed to the Wolfhound.

  The vein was the first thought an instant thought of the sword hanging behind the back.

  It still carried "a thong of good intentions" dismissed. Benefit

  the wooden label with a sign of the permission of a knesinka from it was not taken away yet.

  The Wolfhound was not going to be given in a chain under no circumstances.

  Let will kill better. His following thought was about Tilorna and the others. That

  will be with them if...

  The policemen headed by Bravlin reluctantly moved to him,

  closing a circle. They knew that without fighting mittens you will not take it.

  - Hey, hey, you there, not really! - resolutely Ertan interfered. Policemen with

  great relief stopped, with astonishment examining the beauty

  velkhinka in the starshinsky, honourable, shining gold metal plates belt. And

  Ertan, a strong hand having removed someone from them away, approached to

  To wolfhound also rose with him nearby, and behind it ratnik, twenty were tightened

  six skilled men, almost everything - the former galiradsky guards. -

  Kindly to you. the sovereign Gluzd Nesmeyanovich, is a lot of years to live and rule on

  to the earth of your ancestors! - the voice Ertan was distinctly and loudly carried. - At us

  honor your truth of the leader and know that you never order to punish

  the person, without having understood properly! You and your daughter - truly

  fair judges!

  - Who such is?. - a mouth corner, in a quarter of a voice asked blizhnik

  кнес.

  - The maid pugnacious of Klyuchinka, nobody in marriage takes, so it to us

  stuck, - Luchezar contemptuously twisted lips. - With wine sleeps, speak.

  It is abrupt, standing to the right of the leader, hooted more loudly, than followed:

  - This is Ertan, Mokhta's daughter of Bystry Legs and nice Kiaran's granddaughter

  Traveler. Three Hills had it with you and buried the groom there.

  - Here is how, - murmured кнес, looking narrowly at the warrior. And

  asked with gloomy bitterness, but already without former thunder-storm in a voice: - To me you

  what, in поруб to put all?.

  Through a chain of the policemen who did not think to stop the, got

  Avdika. He got up near the father and told:

  - Against the relative I even for you, кнес, will not go. His look all

  slid up-down a thin sleeve of Aptakhar.

  - You see, the son, here I also was won, - Aptakhar told him. - You will become

  to feed? You will not throw the cripple? Avdika with offense answered:

  - What you shame at the honest people for, father? Meanwhile here and there in

  to crowd of the people sad crying rose. Other of the citizens who ran out on

  the coast, did not find out among young ratnik who for the brother who the son. Those,

  who was lucky more, pressed a thin chain of protection, aspiring rather

  to embrace the escaped relatives, to drag off them on houses to wash, treat and

  to ask. The wolfhound noticed at last among human inflow

  Tilorna. Such platinum hair, as at the wise man, even among fair-haired

  solvenn and segvan was each and all. Niilit rose on tiptoe,

  looking out because of his shoulder. A little later near them the head came up

  in golden hard curls. Evrikh. Ded Varokh with the grandson they, of course

  left at home. The wolfhound was convinced that friends noticed him, and is short

  nodded. Also felt in reply as the hidden hand stroked it on a cheek.

  Dungorm left the velimorets and approached there where stood

  galiradsky governor.

  - The sovereign, - with bow addressed it Sense. - Allow, the sovereign,

  on behalf of my master and from my own to assure you that we

  quite we share your disappointment and grief and the same as you, we burn

  desire to punish guilty of the incident. Allow to ask, however,

  what roused you to lay so terrible blame on the bodyguard

  madams, called by the Wolfhound?

  Surov was Sense. And his temper, in the general opinion, did not improve at all

  after death of the beloved wife. Whether it is marvelous that he was ready to tear and throw,

  having lost also the daughter! There was he and is ungracious, and is irascible, and times

  тяжкосерден, and on a box on the ear it is fast, however the innocent heads before,

  now did not cut. He muttered:

  - My hero and the relative whom I got used to consider the son sent

  to me a pigeon with the letter. There it was told about everything. To you it is not enough?

  Dungorm bowed again, respecting will and opinion of a knes. But to recede and

  did not think. He told:

  - My master sent you a pigeon too, the sovereign. I, unworthy,

  in process of the understanding helped noble Koons to make it

  the letter and therefore left so that I am close familiar with its contents. And,

  I assure you, the sovereign, any charges against the bodyguard of madam in

  it was not! Allow to ask you whether you received the letter of mine

  mister?

  At first the Wolfhound saw how the head the boyar Krut negatively shook.

  Then heard the angry answer of the governor;

  - I received nothing!

  In opinion a vein, could tell all of destiny of a pigeon lovchiya better

  the falcon who long ago digested his gentle flesh. And weightless ashes of the letter

  carried, has to be, the cheerful winds always blowing till falls at Northern

  Gate of the Undercover Power.

  - My master, - Dungorm told, - well imagined importance

  that letter and even expected that on the road with it something can

  to occur. Because our world is imperfect, and intrigues of the Evil in it are frequent.

  Therefore noble Koons supplied me with the complete list of the letter certified

  his hand and press well familiar to you, sovereign. Here it! Since

  departure I kept it on a breast.

  Dungorm undid the camisole which is lined with warm fur, removed through the head

  the wattled lace also s
tretched to a knes the bright red cylinder from waxed skin.

  And the Wolfhound understood clearly what aspired sent in the middle of the night to

  murderer. He wanted to take away this cylinder. And probably together with

  life of Dungorm in whose death they would be guilty besides,

  ratnik.

  Knes broke the yellow wax press meanwhile, pulled out and developed

  the roll which is tied up by color tapes. Galiradtsa frostily hooted,

  expecting that the governor announced a sentence. Someone worried about friends.

  For others the court of a knes was desired entertainment.

  Having read the first several lines, Sense Nesmeyanovich was lop-sided on

  Right:

  - Read also you too.

  The gray-haired giant дальнозорко closed the eyes partly through the sovereign's shoulder. Leader

  was one and a half heads less than it.

  - And that he wrote a lot of it there... - Ertan grumbled. It is very much

  worried, - both because of court, and because of a seniority unusual still,

  which кнес whether recognizes, whether, who knows, will mock.

  - Probably, wrote the truth, - the Wolfhound also quietly answered.

  The sovereign кнес usually made decisions quickly.

  - Come here, you!. - through clenched teeth he ordered to the Wolfhound. If veins

  understood something, the Sense Nesmeyanovich fiercely was annoyed with destiny, not

  the rage which allowed to break immediately on the hanged man who turned up under a hand. But also

  to palter galiradskiya кнес could not afford.

  The wolfhound not too liked his tone, but there was nothing to do,

  approached. The people became silent, expecting that it will be.

  - Why my city with the untied sheath you hang around? -

  the governor was filled on a vein.

  The wolfhound nearly snapped - not the city supposedly yours, and you, кнес,

  by the city it is called on service. If still the way was not shown if you begin

  for what to offend people. He, however, refrained and answered so:

  - My sheath the hand was untied by your daughter, the sovereign. And its izvoleniye

  nobody cancelled yet.

  - My daughter is not with us! - growled кнес. The wolfhound remembered

  also told sapphire eyes of the deadly enemy:

  - Vinitar will find madam, кнес. Not that person, that it is so easy it

  to lose.

  - Here that, - Nesmeyanovich pritopnut a boot Sense. - My son-in-law you not

  executed, and to me did not stick. But in my city that I you any more not

  saw. Get out, I speak!

  The boyar Krut dissatisfied with the decision of the leader and close friend frowned

  shaggy gray-haired eyebrows. Later, when кнес poostynt. Right, as that

  quite often happened, will try to start talking to it and to force to be softened. It and

  now would interfere and knew from experience - will not help to help, only

  will do much harm.

  The wolfhound did not know about intentions of the boyar. And did not want to know. It it is gloomy

  told:

  - Not so, кнес!

  Mouse, sitting at it on a shoulder, threateningly developed wings and hissed.

  The sense Nesmeyanovich, appear, became higher than growth:

  - Be silent!

  The wolfhound answered with gloomy determination and so as if at him behind the back

  there was not a small group of the shabby ratnik, but army of time in three it is more

  galiradsky:

  - And you do not shut a mouth to me! And legs about my honor to you, a knes, not

  to wipe! I either am guilty, or is right! It is guilty if - cut the head. But not

  it is guilty, and from the city do not can to drive!

  - Here you see, the relative with what impudent fellow I had to deal,

  while I carried the sister to Velimor, - Luchezar wearily sighed.

  - Venn talks sense! - told It is abrupt.

  - Perhaps to me also to award you, the bodyguard? - it is bad squinting,

  asked кнес.

  The wolfhound looked at him without blinking. He told:

  - The trust of a knesinka was an award to me. You ask the boyar better

  though about why it was so torn to carry madam through Sivur all forward

  troops! On that coast velimorets caught...

  - You on whom kleplt, of humble origin? - Nesmeyanovich killed Sense. - You

  who such is that to accuse the hero and my relative?

  - Sovereign... - there began Dungorm, but the Wolfhound was quite capable itself for

  itself to stand.

  - Person I! - he told, still looking to a knes directly in eyes. -

  By gods it is created, and their justice is over me stretched as well as over

  you!

  Later he remembered this conversation ashore and marveled own

  to rather folding speeches. Here you will think, whether urged on a mind

  need whether who invisibly whispered in an ear. Gods? Tilorn? Pradedovsky

  sword?.

  - The sovereign, - Dungorm told. - The crossing through Sivur occurred in

  accuracy as tells veins. I am the witness to that. - He ran all over

  eyes of quietly exchanging words ratnik also added: - Is and still

  witness. Kind Aptakhar was then a foreman over segvansky group.

  Aptakhar overtaken unawares threw up the head, stepped forward and

  nodded. And, apparently, only then thought that testified in

  advantage hated vein. Dungorm finished:

  - And on the distant coast of Sivur, the sovereign, my soldiers caught the murderer,

  hidden on a fir-tree. Also has to tell you that guessed its nest

  Wolfhound! What would be become with madam, be not she in the middle of army? Forgive,

  the sovereign, I want to accuse nobody, but...

  Knes kept silent. On his face, a thin face of the mighty soldier, appeared

  crimson spots. He turned back to Luchezar, and, it is visible, seriously грозен was

  his look because the young boyar in a low voice answered:

  - I grew up at you in the house and the uncle Gluzd was a son to you. Whether can

  to be become that you listened to slanders of some chuzheplemennik? That trusted them

  against my word of the relative and the hero of your team?. You know,

  that I...

  Knes cut off:

  - I know that I ordered to bring to you the girl to the groom, and now she

  it is not known where! And I will listen though to Zhadobu if he helps me to understand!

  - Turned back to the Wolfhound and ordered: - Speak, veins! And Wolfhound

  began to tell:

  - Further we had to go round Kayeransky bogs Novaya Road.

  The boyar insisted that we went on Old. My fault: I did not manage

  to dissuade madam.

  Dungorm sighed and hung the head. He considered himself irreparably too

  guilty person.

  - We would like to know, - Ertan picked up, - where was with the people

  your boyar, so far we beat off in a sanctuary? We did not find any traces

  fight!

  - Frogs in the swamp were caught! - loudly, with velkhsky accent,

  someone assumed in crowd. Galiradsky velkh of Luchezar Luginich at all

  did not favor.

  - But, - Deksha told, - Varey's servant very similar died on

  madam. It was dressed in a dress that was presented to it by madam! She was killed,

  having taken for your daughter, the sovereign кнес!

  Deksha adhered for someone's shoulder, but bore the head is proud.

  - Girls of such eminence are s
eldom killed by robbers, - noticed Is abrupt. -

  They are kidnapped to demand repayment. What self-interest to them in her death?

  - Knesinka was already tried to be killed then at the bargaining, - someone reminded from

  heroes. - And too it is unclear why.

  - That at the bargaining, - grumbled It is abrupt. - And that in the middle of the wood.

  Luchezar with detachment looked in space. When the person does not wish

  to justify oneself, it always impresses.

  - We can prove that we hunted for the monarchess! - again gave

  voice Ertan. - The dead servant was beheaded, and then threw in

  fire. Saw probably - not that!

  It was heard how far in crowd the woman bitterly began to cry.

  - That night, the sovereign, - Dungorm told, - your boyar finally

  quarreled with the bodyguard and suggested madam to choose with whom she

  will consult further, on it or with wine. And madam chose

  vein!

  - Your boyar very much took offense, кнес, - Ertan hemmed. - After that

  the knesinka walked with us, with ratnik, and it went in a poluversta behind.

  - Therefore, probably, it also did not appear in time to us on revenue when us

  restricted to the Obstacle, - Dungorm told. - His soldiers appeared at the same time

  with horsemen of my master when the issue of the combat was predetermined, and the bridge, on

  to which the monarchess passed, it is brought down.

  It became silent, ratnik were only quietly whispered. They a lot of things could

  to remember to Luchezar Luginich. Knes turned to the young boyar too. And

  it was visible that the galiradsky governor did not want to ask any more,

  why it brought the Wolfhound not in chains.

  - What you will tell, Luchezar? Left shrugged big shoulders:

  - I will tell, the relative that never even thought how, it appears,

  it is easy to invent a slander. But now I am convinced: any act it is possible

  to misinterpret...

  - You in the letter were also engaged in it! - defiantly Ertan spoke.

  Knes ожег her look:

  - You!. You though understand what you told here?.

  - Except us, here twenty six people, - Dungorm answered. - And I

  I will dare to claim, the sovereign that on an oath before Gods any of them

  will not beginto disprove our words.

  - My soldiers can swear before Gods too, - indifferently told

  Luchezar. - And where as it is more of them. Besides all of us know that Gods

  not always and not at once expose perjurers...