- The boyar, - addressed кнес Luchezar. - You a noble family also can
to demand replacement to by fight against this person. Whether you wish
replacements or you will prefer to defend the correctness?
Plishka and Kanaon posunutsya at the same time forward. The wolfhound seemed to them,
truly, the opponent just on teeth. But Luchezar answered:
- My honor such is that the touch of humble origin cannot break it
person and villain. I will pay back it for the sister.
The wolfhound with amazement wondered: really Luchezar to such an extent
despised Gods and did not put in anything their Court?. Then remembered:
adherents of gray powder were difficult to be measured by arshin of sensible mind.
Who knows, Luchezar truly assured himself as if not he, and the Wolfhound
sold to robbers "sister" and doomed her death!
Knes meanwhile turned to the former bodyguard of the daughter and told:
- You, the Wolfhound, did not recover from wounds yet. You can assign too
the business on other fighter.
Veins shifted from one foot to the other and pronounced words which to galiradets
it was fated to remember for a long time:
- I will fight itself, the sovereign, And let wrong will punish him
own sword.
Luchezar had excellent and very expensive blade well-known narlaksky
works, two-edged and almost, in length two elbows. Stood on an edge
brand of the nice master, handle it was poured by color stones,
brought from Bright mountains. The wolfhound would undertake to tell from what
mine. A worthy sword for the notable person.
It would not be a shame to knes to carry such at a hip. Good weapon -
foremost business for the soldier. The wolfhound, however, happened to see how
real masters left against an iron fighting sword, holding all
only wooden educational, - also won. Here, clear, everything was differently.
When soldiers like the Wolfhound and Luchezar meet friendly to warm up bones,
it is very beautiful. When they fight to death, it is beautiful too. But also
dreadfully terribly.
The people stood very quietly and were all eyes, from time to time forgetting
to breathe. At many shoulders involuntarily shook. Luchezar brought at once
the sword two hands also jumped forward, wishing to punish a vein for
self-confidence. The wolfhound turned away blow, having directed it aside and down, -
the handle would jump out of weaker palm. Luchezar held. And already
intercepted the sword a vein which directed to a neck. Figured edge only
left a superficial cut on his shoulder.
Both fought bared on a belt, without boards and an armor. Demanded that
custom when called Gods to judge someone's life or death. Luchezar,
perfectly put and lean, it was full, strong, mobile and flexible. Wolfhound
did not get off bandages yet, and the right hand was densely attracted to a body.
The hair tied by a band stuck to a sweaty back. Each collision
swords responded sickening pain from which knees shivered. But
The wolfhound was right.
... When Mother Kendarat took pity on the put-off "kid" and undertook her
to talk some sense, he was soon convinced that ways noble Caen-kiro
were inexplicably combined with Vienna, intended for
the armed hand. He told about it to the priestess, and that was not surprised at all.
People of different tribes differ externally, but inside are arranged equally,
she told. Opening of the Wolfhound did not interest her. Vera Bogini Kan not
approved weapon. The annoying pupil, however, continued something
to invent...
Mouse blissfully slept, having hung pads on a wooden handle of a board up,
which was held by the warrior Ertan. She in good time hocused a small animal poppy
the broth mixed with its favourite milk. There is nothing to climb to it not in the
and to interfere business with the Wolfhound.
Velkhinka in all eyes watched a duel, from time to time squeezing
fists and забористо swearing through clenched teeth. Legs refused to stand on
the place, the body tried "to help" the Wolfhound to cope with blows
boyar. After a while Ertan began to learn receptions which
on a raft the Wolfhound broke it. Only then they only
danced. No more.
She understood that investigation terminated when patten steel again
intercepted a narlaksky blade of Luchezar, having forced it to draw in air
intricate spirals and slantwise, with deaf knock to get the idea of oak checkers
pavement. Luchezar was helped out by speed. Less quick would be crippled,
having flown on a handle a stomach. The sword of the Wolfhound rose over his back... and
fell flatwise, сшибив the boyar from legs.
Mother Kendarat left the Wolfhound when it went to reduce scores with
Cannibal. It grieved it to abandon the fallen in love pupil, but also to enter
together with it on the way of revenge and blood it could not. For the sake of her memory the Wolfhound
now gave chance to the enemy who was not costing mercy. But only one. The second not
will be.
Ertan did not agree about anything with wine in advance. She just understood,
what he made. And why. The intuition condescended on it, and she shouted:
- The sword does not serve wrong! Confess, Luchezar, you will survive!
Luchezar an instant jump rose on legs, pulled out a sword from a pavement
and again rushed on the Wolfhound.
Veins waited for it, standing near line. He was not wounded and even not too
was out of breath, but through bandages on a hand and a breast fresh blood appeared.
Pain for certain tormented him, but it showed nothing it. Luchezar's sword
whistled a bottom, artfully marking it on legs. Let will jump. Wolfhound,
without answering, easily rose on one and a half arshins up. The mad swing was gone
for nothing, developed Luchezar sideways, and veins still got on well at a jump strong
to get it a leg. The boyar lost balance, but to confuse the skilled soldier
it was difficult: it was softly rolled through a shoulder and at once jumped. Someone from
his supporters rustled, revolted with actions of the Wolfhound. They could
to rustle
to the top of the bent. Nobody dares to interfere with God's Court.
The sacred circle does not belong to this world. In it there live only poyedinshchik and
two of their swords. Honestly Gods.
When Luchezar humiliated and who lost patience, once again
the Wolfhound was thrown forward... suddenly put the sword down to the ground. People
gasped. It seemed to much as if he just stepped forward, under blow. Vryad
whether who, except Ertan, saw what he made actually. Precisely so it
arrived on a raft when in the very first time asked to hit it. It
as if floated by air sideways, leaving from the falling sword. It appeared
to the right of Luchezar, a shoulder in a shoulder. A turn on the left leg... Fingers,
the nails which were doing not do to tie in knot, clasped Luchezar's brush together with
sword handle. Step aside and back. Picked up the boyar and entailed
round force generated by its own furious scope. Step
forward, smooth movement of a brush...
It was heard as at Luchezar the wrist cracked, instantly weakened
fingers powerlessly became soft, and th
e bright handle passed into a palm
Wolfhound to Give Luchezara still some opportunities?. Veins as it is
made a mercy feat, to it not inherent at all. Really old
the priestess, happen she here, would try to explain something to the person, with
such ease trampling down lives of others?.
Deeply in heart the Wolfhound knew: would try. And still would blame it
- did not regret Luchezar, did not talk some sense, did not take away from a gray poison!.
To wolfhound up to such spiritual heights it was far.
Everything occurred in shares of a moment, without delays and thoughts, one
continuous movement. The handle of a narlaksky sword changed the owner, but
the blade only finished the arch started by Luchezar. Heavy
the perfected steel broke off to the boyar a throat and cut cervical vertebras.
The body which did not understand own death yet was terribly clogged, watering with blood
oak hexagons. The wolfhound remained to stand, holding a sword in hand
Luchezara. The fair sword always punishes wrong. Including
own owner.
At the sight of death the crowd gasped, began to breathe, shook back, then again
forward. Shouts sounded. The wolfhound heard them vaguely. At it hooted in
ears, before eyes shapeless crimson spots blurred. In a breast
burned down. He indifferently thought that so not for long and to die. Here inopportunely
it should. He knew the correctness and could not lose fight. He knew also that,
that the victory had to it cost much. Because for nothing in this world
nothing is given in general, except parental love.
The wolfhound slightly was surprised to the fact that else he stood on the feet, and is sensible
thought that it, not differently, affected excitement of a duel. It took away
the sword, stepped over coal line which streams already reached
the spread blood, Ertan also met halfway. It seemed to it as if it went
unusually directly and exactly, but people saw that it was unsteady as drunk.
Ertan rushed towards, having forgotten to drop nobody the necessary board. To it
remained some two steps when the Wolfhound was clumsily tumbled down on
knees, and the cough tearing an interior nailed it to a pavement.
"What in claws, is born by you, the friend симуран?
That for a miracle from the unknown countries
On an entertainment to curious baby birds?
Tell me if you know!"
"I did not fly to an exotic distance,
At your threshold picked up.
Directly here, in the region of blizzards and blizzards...
Not big it is a rarity, my friend".
"What it? Surprising animal?"
"No, my friend. Did not guess and тегирь".
"Perhaps a bird with a turquoise tail?"
"You are mistaken: slave simple.
He ran, but escape was not successful.
Untouched snow became a blanket.
Even wind sang a lullaby...
This guy was. swept desperately away".
"So go down rather, the friend симуран!
We will warm, we will cure of wounds!
Not for mortal - in skies weeds.
Let among people will live'"
"No, my friend, to that not to be any more.
You the father ruined it also mother,
Most did not release from darkness...
Stop suffering to it between people.
He has enough been through a lot from you,
And nobody looked back, saved.
Any did not give it hands...
Too late you missed, my friend".
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It was the feeling which came from the far childhood and it is a lot of years
serving for it nearly as the final embodiment of happiness: warm
fur blanket on a naked body. The wolfhound lay on a wide bench in
Varokh's house, inhaled peace smells carried and a cooking, a vpolukh
listened to vocal murmurs of members of household and to open eyes for him at all not
there was a wish. To be sorry there was nothing. To dream, generally, too. Therefore not really
there was a wish and think. For certain it still had affairs on this earth,
if Gods with such persistence removed its live of all scrapes. But
he will think over it somehow later too. So far he just enjoyed
rest, as a wounded animal who hopes to recover if give
to rest in bed. And will get to die, it also will not notice that it died. Simply
ahead suddenly the hospitable krone of the Eternal Tree, and in the sky will rustle
will become perhaps to make out the Solar Chariot. And at last from dense
herbs the Old Animal towards will rise and will start a conversation, orders to hold
the answer for past life...
The palm which touched a forehead returned the Wolfhound to reality.
It was brought to the house in such state that it could not even
to oppose when Niilit began to treat him magic. Science
Tilorna, truly, went her for the future. The shine proceeding from her hands, this time
all noticed already. Nevertheless the girl terribly was afraid, as if at it not
fever began, and endlessly approached to touch a forehead.
It prevented to fall asleep, but the Wolfhound did not object. Before murder of the Cannibal it
forbade himself even to think of women. Now it had a dream, and it
hoped that it will sometime be carried out. He opened eyes and smiled
Niilit. It it is pleased asked:
- You want to eat?
At her place a sign of beauty considered portliness. Wolfhound, already
sinewy, returned from Velimor's borders grown thin so that it was a pity
to look.
- If you do not begin to feed only from a spoon, - he grumbled and pulled
to trousers to put on them under a blanket. He in general seldom refused
to eat, and to neglect a cooking of Niilit would be a committed sin.
- You would lie down, - she told.
The wolfhound hemmed, finally shaking a sleepiness.
- Found the patient. You tell better, you can cure with Tilorn if
the person went blind from a wound? One eye to it was beaten out, the second inflamed then...
In his right shoulder pricked as though sewing up something, hot
needles. Probably, it bones grew together. In days of old it about broken
bones forgot in a month.
- There, ashore, was one сольвенн, - told Niilit. - It was conducted under
hands. Such broad-shouldered, beautiful... fair-haired... You about it?
Blue glass beads shone at it on a breast.
- About it, - the Wolfhound nodded. - You will help? At painfully guy good.
For quite some time now he liked to start with it conversations on doctor
business and to observe how on a beautiful face advantage was shown
concentrations, and between eyebrows there was a fold speaking about
to hard work of mind. During such moments she reminded him the priestess,
talking to the Deity. He saw similar expression at Mother Kendarat.
Probably, it was thought to it, two women, old and young, perfectly got on
. And Tilorn...
The wolfhound lowered legs on a floor and thought whether it was worth putting shoes on.
It was barefoot coldish: by the evening snow dropped out, outside chilly appeared.
But try to reach for pistons, and Niilit will start helping. And
to bend most it was sick.
He chose smaller of three evils and rose from a bench, having decide
d to go on
kitchen barefoot. He on the quiet hoped that is there, at an oven, will be warmer.
At this time outside in gate banged a fist heavy and impatient
male hand.
The puppy who was in time grow in a sensible young dog with bark departed
through the yard. Niilit regained consciousness from mental searches of Deksha, scaredly
looked back to the Wolfhound and saw at him in a hand the sword passed in a sheath.
The entrance door of the house knocked: to gate Evrikh ran. It was heard,
as he asked whom else hard brought in the middle of the night. The wolfhound left
after an arrant also rose in the dark at a porch. In such deaf hour on
to guests usually do not go, Unless only for the midwife for the woman in labor. With another
the parties, thieves seldom knock fists on gate. Fingers vein habitually
embraced a handle. Happen that, the first, jumped to the yard, it
somehow yes will lay.
- Open, Evrikh, the! - Avdiki's voice, and the Wolfhound reached
it was executed the most black suspicions. Evrikh lifted a bar and pulled out it from
ears, gate revealed, and inside, conducting in an occasion of horses, five entered
person. The wolfhound paid attention that was more than horses. In small
court yard began not to turn at once.
Then veins saw znakomets beside Avdiki: Aptakhara with Attalik.
Other two were absolutely others, but an immediate trouble to wait, seemingly, not
it was necessary.
- What are obliged by, the noble son of Koons? - politely bowing, addressed
Evrikh to the young hostage. That instead of the answer asked:
- Where Wolfhound?
- I here, - quietly responded veins, appearing from darkness. -
Hi, Attalik. And you, former colleagues.
- Hramn's favor, - diligently looking by the Wolfhound, murmured
Avdika. His father only gloomy nodded. He looked too aside.
Horses pofyrkivat, sniffing in the dark. From the house Mysh fluttered out and
departed to get acquainted. Attalik pointed a finger after the rushed small animal:
- Here we have horses... Take away house, the Wolfhound, and leave from
cities right now.
- And that? - Evrikh asked.
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