Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  - 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.