Unconquered Sun

by Philipp Bogachev

  After such answer from the third blow Prinze flew away halls as if a rag ball in the opposite end if on it with a force to kick with a leg. The loud sound of the broken glass was distributed. And Prinze, having taken off for a window, on the fly entraining a pink curtain, fell directly to the ground, and on the Kitten hiding there the whole rain of multi-colored splinters fell down. Weigh scratched, that took to heels and hid round the corner at home.

  The fairy saw that she obviously overdid - so and it is possible to kill! Her heart in fear clenched, and she headlong ran on the street to look that with Prinze. The prince did not get up any more. It lay all scratched by splinters flew down directly on a grass, wrapped up from legs to the head in pink fabric of curtains as the dead person in a shroud. All right part of the face - from a temple to a jaw - was one big bruise.

  The fairy ran up to Prinze, sat down nearby, having put his head to herself on knees. It got the magic instantly healing ointment from a breast pocket of a dress and began to grease with it a face of the husband.

  The prince gradually recovered. He slowly opened eyes and sadly looked at the Fairy.

  - Darling, with you everything is all right?

  - Leave me alone, the Beautiful Fairy, - Prinze sadly told. - I need to be alone. - With these words he got up and, reeling a little, started wandering to the river. The fairy wanted to rush behind it following, but at the last minute kept.

  The prince really left on the river and the whole day aimlessly wandered about the coast, with melancholy looking at reflection of the sun in water. It several times got a pocket mirror from a pocket, but the mysterious stranger in it did not appear any more: the mirror just reflected his face - sad and boring.

  The prince looked for, but did not find a consolation anywhere. The world of the nature surrounding it, - all this emerald grass, canes shaking on wind, splash of transparent water at the coast and a rustle of branches of willows - the world which he idolized and with which it always was on "you" began to seem to it some artificial, illusive, black-and-white. There was only one present - a gold Being from a mirror. And it could not find this present. And from it the mortal melancholy shrouded in a black shroud his heart.

  3.

  And the Fairy, in turn, also could not find to herself the place. At first it went on the house up and down and tried to find a reasonable explanation for an event.

  First, it became terribly a shame to it with the behavior.

  "Creator! To fall to a manhandling, before scandal rolling, and at children and Animals! As if I am not a Fairy, and any simple rural woman or the dealer fish on a market!" From these thoughts she painfully blushed to the roots of hair, having closed palms the fine face.

  "And it after I taught children and Prinze of diplomacy and restraint that the brute force is not a solution that it is necessary to overcome the evil good, and hatred and rage - love and tenderness..."

  "But I love Prinze! - the Fairy tried to justify herself mentally before herself. - It is sense of my life, it for me - everything, and even the thought that I will lose it, for me was intolerable, that is why I also lost control over myself!"

  This thought helped it to leave a vicious circle of self-condemnation. At once arose other question in the head: who such "it"?

  Really, and who? In this solitude, the Limit, has nobody: the closest cities of people - for one hundred miles from here. However, there was a small settlement nearby, but there Prinze was definitely not - she surely would feel his presence there or somewhere nearby. And further, deep into the Woods, hardly the human girl would dare to come. And rural seductresses on "perfection" do not pull, frankly speaking, …

  Dwarfs it is not counted too - their women especially could not apply for "perfect beauty". The next Keepers were for many tens of miles from here.

  And suddenly dawned on the Fairy: "Damnation! Well, as I did not think of it at once!? Again these mermaids fell back into the old ways! Either they, or forest witches began to move again! From them it will be begun to steal foreign husbands and to use bewitching sorcery, especially to laugh at us and at our sacred sacraments and customs! And it is not sophisticated, this "fallen" have no concept about sacred bonds of marriage and for them laws of Triune Knowledge at all - an empty phrase! And as for "perfection" - that and here everything is clear: bewitching sorcery can make "perfection" and an earthworm not that enough pretty inhabitants of forest whirlpools and thickets …"

  Now, having come to opinion which seemed to the Fairy plausible, she began to think how to get out of this situation. The decision it was simple: on any love spell there will always be a counterlove spell and then Prinze will surely return to her. And then she will deal with these impudent maids... From this thought validly it became easier for the Fairy, it even became cheerful and quickly was accepted for good reason.

  First of all, it began to zakoldovyvat the house and especially carefully - a bedroom.

  It is a little manipulations with potions, and it was filled with the luscious and sweet exciting fragrance of Flowers of Love. These flowers grow only in Skies, in the country of fairies, and are used in order that fairies, usually up to a throat busied could distract from the formidable service from time to time and pay attention to husbands. Wonderful aroma of these flowers willy-nilly cast thoughts of love, the first appointments under the full moon and many other similar - the set of associations was carefully programmed by the Fairy.

  Then it worked over furniture.

  One wave of a magic wand, and modest hut it was decorated fresh with flowers, braiding from above to a bottom goodness knows where from the undertaken white columns. Unpretentious wooden walls became the white marble, inlaid marvelous patterns, mosaics on romantic subjects. Hammered the fountains which appeared literally from nowhere, and under a ceiling multi-colored canaries and parrots began to fly and chirp. The simple wooden bed turned into a big royal box with a canopy from the thinnest silk, and a dining table - in long of an ivory, covered with a set of royal viands and wines. Wines by the way too were not simple. One glass of such wine could disconnect reason of any "bookworm" and force it to recite verses on love instead of mathematical formulas and to sing romances.

  Now it was necessary to work over itself.

  Wave of a magic wand, and modest house dress of the Fairy turned into the silver-white silk tunic to knees fastened on a belt with a silvery belt to the moon and stars on a buckle. The dress was entirely copied with wedding reminding Prinze the happiest day in their life. The ordinary silver rim on her hair turned into the sparkling diadem decorated with the diamonds which were brightly poured on light, and wooden sandals became graceful silvery shoes. One more formula, and the person Fei began to shine bright paints. Cheeks, pale with experiences, blushed, swelled up from got down eyes - sparkling and languid, lips were filled with a sensual swelling, and on ears ear rings with diamonds appeared.

  At last, having examined all around and itself, the Fairy even reddened from complacency: after all for years of a matrimony she did not lose the faultless taste and magic skill! Of course, all this illusion, a mirage which will thaw with the first beams of a rising sun, but as it is made! Almost like real! Of course, the Fairy could make all this and present, but on it more time, forces, preparation and then - what for? the modest lodge, a simple wooden bed, a usual dress was lovelier to heart of the Fairy than it would be required … All this chic was necessary only to remove a spell from Prinze, to draw his attention to itself, no more. And then, when the objectives will be achieved, let all this will disappear!

  "Ah and, still forgot something", - the Fairy thought. Music!

  One more wave of a magic wand - and as if the soft muffled sound of the string brass band playing romantic melodies, those that were then, at their wedding under which they danced the first dance would be distributed from nowhere …

  At this time the door was opened, and the room entered, awkwardly fawning and coughing, the Kitten and the Puppy. They were simply shocked, having seen such change
s in the house, and felt obviously ill at ease.

  - Mercy madam, allow to report on you, - the Kitten shy said, timidly looking around and not learning the home, - that we fed and put to bed kids. With them everything is good. Oslenok remained to be on duty in the nursery. Whether you will have some orders concerning us?

  - My dear Animals! - with a smile the Fairy said. - As I am grateful to you for everything! What I without you would do! - She opened the embraces and in turn imprisoned in them each Zverenk, having drenched with aroma of a set of various flowers - from roses, chrysanthemums and camomiles to absolutely exotic and unfamiliar to Animals.

  Animals from it were confused and moved back to doors even more, understanding that their further presence is undesirable here. And the Fairy addressed a table meanwhile and began to serve it "manually" (well not nevertheless to do by a magic wand!), with impatience expecting Prinze.

  4.

  And Prinze, meanwhile, sadly sat on the river bank, observing as the blood-red decline dies away in clouds. The melancholy for the solar stranger pierced his heart with the heated steel needle more and stronger. When the last beam of the setting sun and twilight a dark cover went out fell by the river and coastal valleys, Prinze decided that it is time to go home. Not to sleep to it on the naked earth, really! Hours of loneliness which he so passionately wanted to receive for reflection did not give anything special to it: he did not understand what happens to it also that to do to it farther.

  In such condition of full uncertainty of Prinze crossed a house threshold. What his surprise when instead of a modest hut to his look the magnificent Marble Palace with the columns twined the flowers exhaling some unusual luscious and sweet aroma with the parrots and canaries chirping around appeared was. Everywhere quiet and soft romantic music sounded.

  - What here occurs? I do not understand, - muttered Prinze, without noticing anybody (The fairy specially hid for one of columns, that, being unnoticed, wholly to enjoy the triumph of the skilled worker of bewitching magic). - However, all this has no value. Unless all this can be compared to perfect beauty of the Gold Tower and its marvelous hostess? - Prinze added aloud and, sadly having sighed, started wandering in a bedroom.

  To tell that the Fairy was shocked, so to tell nothing. Some time she could not recover. The phrase "a gold tower" absolutely destroyed its hypothesis of intrigues of mermaids and dryads who hated gold, as well as any other metal, and full immunity of Prinze to its magic - by the way, not the weakest in Tselestiya! - painfully pricked her vanity.

  But the Fairy did not despair.

  "Let all this tinsel did not make impression on it, but, eventually, there are I!" - she thought. - "I am better than all this fake charm and Prinze so just will not pass by me!"

  It followed the husband in a bedroom.

  The prince stood, indifferently, at an open window and looked at the full moon which just heaved in dark sight. He did not pay attention neither to a canopy, nor to petals of the roses covering a marriage bed at all.

  Yellow-silvery light fell directly on his face distorted by some internal suffering. The green jack boots smeared with its river silt rolled at a threshold. The hunting jacket ruthlessly spoiled silk sheets of a bed from an ivory, rolling on them a shapeless green heap.

  The fairy only sighed, looking at such barbarous relation to so carefully created romantic image of a matrimonial bedroom, but just she got used to such behavior of Prinze for a long time. These men always such dirty creatures! And husbands of beautiful fairies, unfortunately, not an exception …

  The fairy quietly as the kitty, approached the husband behind and gently put the thin white handle to him on a shoulder. The prince did not even shudder, continuing, as captivated, to look at the moon.

  - My dear Prinze, forgive me for this scandal, for the fact that I hurt you …

  - It is not necessary. I understand everything, the Beautiful Fairy, and I do not become angry about you, - by passionless and some others voice Prinze spoke, without tearing off a look from the full moon.

  - Well, here and well, road. Let's go, already late, it is time for us to go to bed. - And with these words she took Prinze by hand and led. The prince did not oppose. It was similar to a soft rag doll - weak-willed, obedient, meek, but also - insensible. Prinze's consciousness was somewhere away, held down by fetters of a hypnotic dream.

  The fairy took off sweaty and dirty clothes from Prinze and led him in a bath. There it, without hurrying, washed his body warm water, umastit fragrant rose attar and wiped a fragrant towel. The fairy did it with great pleasure, she always madly liked to care for Prinze.

  Before a mind's eye of the Fairy a light chain fine days when it picked up Prinze in the wood - covered with wounds, blood-stained, dirty, in the torn clothes, the patient - and though by means of magic ran those, but, in no small measure, the love and care put it on legs. How many nights she carried out then without dream at its bed, expelling from his soul black sorcery by kind magic how many hours it washed its wounds curative solutions, rubbed curative ointments in his skin - not to count! And it were the best days and hours in her life, - it understood it distinctly now. It is better to create this share good for love there is no power on earth!

  And now it seemed to the Fairy for a moment that those times returned … But is not present - the Prince did not react to anything as a rag doll, and the Fairy had even a feeling that it washes not a body of the beloved husband, and a corpse, training him for a funeral.

  Then she threw with a nightgown Prinze and led him in a bed. It went obediently as a doggie, completely indrawn. The fairy laid it on a silk sheet and covered with a duvet and laid down nearby. Some time she silently thought what to do farther. The prince lay with open, almost unblinking eyes and looked in a ceiling, in one point, without showing any signs of activity, and did not even sleep (that, at least, would be explainable!). Even it seemed to the fairy that she lies not with the loving spouse, and with a log, a doll or even with a corpse and from it she felt a little ill at ease. Of course, Prinze differed in quite modest and shy character earlier - and it affected the matrimonial relations - but IT never was!

  At last, the Fairy did not sustain also itself embraced Prinze and kissed him. Her lips were burned again by intolerable heat, and Prinze remained is not mobile. In his head sounded the same refrain: "Come, come, become the Sun, become a pure current, leave this dirt, this nasty thing and not purity of mortal flesh! Be cleared, melt in eternally shining Stream …". Two insufferably bright spheres and the heat proceeding from them persistently were always on the mind, consumed soul and a body completely. The prince just did not feel touches of the Fairy as their person with the freezed extremities does not feel. It was in private with melancholy for embraces of a strange solar Being.

  And the Fairy quietly began to cry. It buried in a pillow as the girl whose heart was broken by the first one-way love - loudly, violently, with a sobbing. Her thin white body shivered with sobbings, and from celestial-blue eyes on a silk pillow the same celestial-blue tears slid.

  Chapter 3. Hidden threat.

  1.

  IT could be happy. The birdie was snared, and a birdie, apparently, not simple. Not some pathetic dwarf fit only for small technical work. Not the grain-grower, the dealer or even the nobleman-knight who could become the next gold idol, and someone other, absolutely unlike the others. For IT there was to dart enough only one glance to see, how in a mirror, all depth of soul of the next victim. And now what she saw in soul of this oddish little man was necessary to IT on temper.

  Yes, it was the person, but not idle time, and the husband of the fairy. It is visible because his soul and a body are covered as some protective cover with an easy pink haze.

  "It also is clear", - she thought about herself, - "marrying the fairy, people get a pink substratum for preservation of eternal youth and health, and at the same time their consciousness becomes to almost completely under control fairies, their influence … For so many thousands of years they did not c
hange at all - all also lust after power over people!"

  "But, on the other hand", - right there she mentally objected herself, - "fairies just like that do not take themselves anyone, no! To them the best representatives of weak human race get, and it is already quite good".

  But most of all it was necessary to IT on temper that in this person there was no fact that to IT it was especially disgusting: neither a mad self-interest of dwarfs, nor carefully covered with hypocritical altruism of love of power of fairies, nor insatiable thirst of sensual pleasures of ordinary people. On the contrary, all thoughts of this person consisted from enough strange images: from the animals and birds running on the woods and fields, from flowers and trees, novel islands in the blue sea and the fine ships floating somewhere afar on a surface of the sea depths filled with treasures, and mysterious forest thickets, the executed riddles …

  "Quite strange, it is necessary to tell, thoughts for a male adult human individual!" - she thought. - "Such impression that he still was not above children's age …"

  Yes, there was it that in caught in ITS network there were dreamers, but their dreams were much more predictable: magnificent houses, heaps of gold, the beautiful half-naked maidens kowtowing crowds of slaves - all is beaten and it is boring … Such captives were good only to become obedient slaves to ITS Gold Hall, and here … If not an adult body of the man, she could think that the child was caught in its net.

  "An interesting copy, but it is necessary to probe it on the place, is closer, maybe, it also will be suitable for execution of the Plan …"

  Mental signal - and at the same moment the door of the malachite room was opened. The big, high and slender golem entirely made of pure gold entered it. Light getting into the room through windows special, invisible to an eye was pleasantly reflected in the surface of his body given a mirror-like polish.