Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  to feel a forehead. Over himself the Wolfhound never stood arbitrariness. It is hardly

  restrained right there not to push away her. But fingers of Niilit appeared

  easy and cool - not cold, and soothingly cool, - and

  to push away her it was ceased to want.

  - You have a heat, mister, - she told and took away a hand. He silently nodded.

  And that he did not know that it has a heat. Also there was a hunting about it to stir. As

  as if from a talk he here directly and will recover. Or need

  to go somewhere will be gone.

  - If I was though is slightly more feasible, I could... - gave a vote

  Tilorn. The wolfhound did not award it with the answer. Tilorn brought a palm to the person,

  for some reason moved it before eyes and with a sigh took away a hand under a raincoat.

  They had with themselves several baked big fishes. In the very first day, still

  at the river, Niilit asked the Wolfhound to cut out it from a hazel grove копьецо. It

  was surprised about himself, but complied with a request, and Niilit which grew in плавнях

  Sakkarema, was accepted with surprising dexterity to ostrozhit sazans,

  fed in a creek, and then dexterously baked production in fire coals,

  having covered with clay over scales.

  While the Wolfhound helped the cripple to wash, Niilit pulled out a fat big fish

  also began to clean it. Stirred up a wolfhound from one spirit of a food.

  Niilit gave it a sazany side on a fresh leaf of a burdock. It silently shook

  the head also turned away. The girl did not dare to finish it and departed

  to feed Tilorn. The wolfhound indifferently listened as that praised and

  cooking, and cook. Nonvolatile the Mouse, having gone down from a perch, worked in

  to storonka over fins and a fleshy tail.

  The chipped clay cup was one for three. A wolfhound in most

  the last turn it was put to grass stewed fruit and found out that that

  managed to cool down rather. The wolfhound with disgust swallowed it and spat out

  the sluggish leaf which hit a mouth. Having once again been lop-sided on the third notch, it

  rose and went to the wood after a while to return with thin,

  the equal stipitate of a young aspen which is sharply ground since one end. Burned

  it on a fire was also stretched by Niilit:

  - Hold!

  It filled in a fire with water. God Ognya, as we know, fatally takes offense,

  if the fire is trampled legs. Coals hissed - at first angrily, then

  plaintively. When stopped, the Wolfhound covered them removed on the eve of derniny.

  A casual eye will hardly notice lodging for the night traces.

  Near bed curtains there was a big basket: The wolfhound weaved it in the same place, on

  the river coast, so far Niilit caught sazans. In this basket he seated

  Tilorn wrapped from a rain in a cover and that already habitually turned in

  knees to a chin. The wolfhound pushed hands in rope straps, took

  the bag also nodded Niilit:

  - Went.

  - It is very ashamed for me to burden you, the Wolfhound, - Tilorn told. - But,

  if so it turns out whether you will tell where we go?.

  The wolfhound for some reason suddenly remembered how they with Niilit just

  helped the crippled wise man with the simplest need, then washed

  helpless nude body, anew greasing uncountable sores, and Tilorn

  only thanked, grievously sighed and, being ashamed, tried to joke. For

  so to accept the help, courage was required too. A wolfhound in

  it understood something.

  - We go on a trade way, - he told. - Here nearby

  village... Big Churchyard. There merchants who go in stop

  Galirad.

  - Galirad... - remembering, Tilorn repeated and specified: - It in the country

  solvenn?

  The basket smoothly rocked. Nonvolatile the Mouse dozed on a shoulder

  Wolfhound, Niilit went nearby, bearing both kopyeets, nut and aspen.

  - Yes, it there, - the Wolfhound told. And for the first time did not begin to wait

  further inquiries, having explained: - Best of all there across Sveta’si... but if

  we will be looked for, most likely at the river.

  - You want to stick to merchants? - Tilorn took an interest.

  - Not to stick, - the Wolfhound grumbled. - I will be employed. To trade guests

  soldiers are often necessary... to protect good. Let's reach Galirad, there

  let's look that further.

  They went the whole day, almost without doing stops: The wolfhound did not wish

  to waste time. He suited only one halt, at tiny

  fontanel. Niilit, Tilorn and Nonvolatile Mysh ate up a sazan. Wolfhound again

  refused food.

  - Mister... - plaintively the beginnings there was Niilit, but long fingers of Tilorn

  laid down on her hand.

  - It is not necessary, the child, - he said in low tones. - Our deliverer, truly, knows,

  what does.

  The wolfhound kneeled at a fontanel and long, with pleasure of saws.

  Having risen, he bowed to a fontanel, precisely generous hostess, not

  stinted an entertainment to the passerby.

  When the sun which appeared towards evening began to cling tops of distant

  hills, the Wolfhound began to look after the place for a lodging for the night. This evening it

  chose it especially captiously. It indifferently passed by several

  corners very nice by sight where there were in prosperity and waters, and a scope for

  the breeze capable to blow off mosquitoes. And at last stopped in kind two

  hundreds of steps from the next streamlet, under a big old oak, widely

  stretched elastic branches. The wolfhound put a basket in his roots,

  raked old leaves and laid Tilorn. That he is grateful smiled and

  sighed, blissfully extending lean legs.

  The sun sat down behind a transparent curtain of a rain: the half-sky burned

  cold crimson flame, and in the east, resting against a hill slope,

  upright there was a short reddish rainbow.

  The wolfhound brought a thick valezhina and long cut to pieces it, baring white

  dry interior. He made fire at some distance from an oak not to disturb and not

  to offend a nice tree. When the sun to a half went to sunset clouds,

  he got out from under bed curtains and began to draw a circle, having captured it as

  usually, both a fire, and pegs of extensions, and the tree which sheltered them. Only

  this time it drew it not a knife, but a fatherly hammer, dragging it on

  to the earth.

  The fever continued to shake the Wolfhound, he long could not be warmed and fall asleep.

  But at last under the wide old raincoat which covered at once three bodies accumulated

  some similarity of heat. The wolfhound listened to equal breath of Niilit and thought about

  decrepit old men, on whose bed young girls - not for joys keep within,

  what there joys, just for the sake of heat which is running low in the touched autumn

  blood icy cold... Then he after all fell asleep.

  Fire slowly ate a long valezhina, lighting up the outlined circle.

  He was woken by the squeal hoarse, full of horror which sounded nearby. To

  to that time when sleepy dregs somehow released reason, the Wolfhound already

  stood in all growth, squeezing the knife which is snatched out from a sheath in a fist. Wild

  the stitch caused by the sharp movement a fiery scourge lashed

  consciousness, and the Wolfhound noticed that the plac
e Niilit under a raincoat was empty.

  Noticed the wooden stake bezdelno leaned against a tree... Then he saw

  Niilit.

  The wolfhound understood at once what occurred. In the afternoon they crossed peat

  the swamp, and the girl gathered several handfuls of a last year's cranberry,

  large, dark red, on the long dried-up tails. This cranberry they

  sent to a kettle in the evening. Drink left excellent. Niilit endlessly

  it was put to it and one overcame nearly a half-kettle. Anything

  surprising that was required to it in bushes at night. And where was

  to remember half asleep a strict order of the Wolfhound - not to leave a circle...

  But now...

  Desperately squealing, Niilit rushed through a glade to a fire. Her eyes were

  two white circles. And behind it...

  Niilit was followed by the Cannibal. Went, hard and seemingly slowly

  rearranging badly bending legs. But the Wolfhound understood at once that Niilit from

  it not to escape.

  The Cannibal means, once again...

  Veins finished thinking about this thought, already flying polutorasazhenny jumps forward.

  No, the meeting halfway creature was not the living Cannibal who managed somehow

  to get out of the burning ruins and it is wonderful to recover from a wound. The cannibal was

  it is dead. A dead, glass look his eyes, in motionless looked

  grin teeth, and a shirt bottom, boots and trousers entirely shone through a beard

  black slime covered. Killed it is dirty, and its not purity attracts souls

  the killed, similarity of flesh helps them to find.

  The dead came for live...

  Forces and reason at the same time left Niilit - having fallen, it remained to lie

  not movably. The wolfhound flew through it and сшибся with a monster.

  Hands and legs all made. It was required to Venn three bystry

  the movements to twist the Cannibal and to press it in the earth, holding for

  the twisted hand. Now to cut off the head and...

  The cannibal began to rise.

  The living person could not make it. The dead could.

  Under fingers a vein sinews and joints cracked:

  The cannibal indifferently broke own body. Here when became the Wolfhound

  terribly. Really terribly. Shuddering from disgust, it was accepted

  to cut to pieces a knife the cold, touched by decay flesh. To be in time! On belief

  segvan, the recovered dead person should have cut the head and to put it to

  to the back. On belief of venn...

  Regained consciousness Niilit began to squeal again. And here the Wolfhound caught

  unexpectedly loud hail of Tilorn;

  - Its stake, girl! Aspen!.

  The knife did not extract blood, just polosovat carrion. The cannibal continued

  it is inevitable to rise. Sil at it will not be lowered while ties the head with

  body at least rag.

  It seems, Tilorn shouted still, but the Wolfhound from tension and fear not

  heard nothing any more.

  Then something slipped by his left shoulder and was thrust in

  dead person. Wooden stake!. The cannibal was killed, trying to get rid from

  terrible stake, but the Wolfhound threw a knife and, having intercepted an aspen pole,

  drove it more deeply and more deeply until it concerned the earth.

  And then... It seemed to Venn as if the crumpled grass parted, and a corpse

  suddenly grew to the earth and could not tear off more from it a hand,

  legs. And then the earth began to involve the Cannibal endeavoring to escape,

  soaking up it is deeper and deeper, being closed over his elbows, over knees, over

  person...

  The wolfhound released a stake only when on a surface did not remain

  nothing, except the straightened grass. The stake, however, continued to leave in

  the earth and at last disappeared entirely.

  Now all. More Cannibal will not return.

  The wolfhound picked up the defiled knife and diligently wiped. Hands noticeably

  shivered. It will be necessary not to forget to burn an edge on fire, driving the remains

  are nasty. Niilit desperately sobbed, having hidden in hands the face.

  - Mister... - the girl - Mister tried to utter. Wolfhound

  bent down and took it on hands. It seemed, in the rumpled side sat at once

  several arrows. Niilit convulsively clasped his neck, a shirt on a breast

  instantly got wet from tears.

  - Eh you, a kitten, - he told quietly, with all caress on what you were

  it is capable. Also incurred Niilit back to a fire.

  When the Wolfhound rushed towards to the terrible guest, Nonvolatile Mysh,

  of course, it was immediately let by trace. One trouble - short pads

  hardly carried him to line of the broken circle. It in a trice scrambled

  to the come-back Wolfhound on a shoulder also bit it for an ear, being annoyed that not

  was brought together to fight with a misfortune.

  Tilorn waited for them, having risen on an elbow. Weak fingers of the scientist squeezed

  nut копьецо. Well, and it could help, was thought to the Wolfhound.

  The hazel grove - is sacred. But in such business the wooden stake after all is more reliable.

  - What was it?. - in a whisper Tilorn when the Wolfhound somehow asked

  unclenched hands of Niilit on the neck and forced it to get under a raincoat. Venn

  took out a hammer from a bag, renewed a circle, sat down on other side of Niilit and

  told:

  - It are those whom I killed three days ago. Here seemed to it in

  to the right nostril familiar dampness, and he hasty ran a hand over moustaches: not

  whether blood flows. Since to it broke on penal servitude a nose, similar

  happened quite often. Is not present, apparently, this time passed.

  - Mister... - Niilit again began to cry, having nestled on his knee.

  - All right, I am good too, - the Wolfhound grumbled and clumsily stroked it on

  to the head. Hair were soft and magnificent as dense silk. If to pour out on

  them tags of forest apples, it was thought to the Wolfhound, to the earth will not come

  one. - In vain did not want to frighten. If circle... - He waved a hand,

  having despaired to explain something plainly. Too long to tell that

  the soldier who killed the enemy has to take a steam bath the smallest three days in a bath, strictly

  fasting, not setting foot on land, without being shown to the sun and, of course, not

  talking to anybody. And all this vindictive souls not

  managed to find a pogubitel.

  But the Wolfhound was not able to tell. Also did not love.

  - Perhaps still who will be, - he spoke at last. - Anything, not

  will get.

  A little later the executioner - ugly swollen so seeming came

  is even thicker, than was during lifetime. The head covered with a hood was wound on

  to the broken neck. Then, in the cellar, the Wolfhound did not see his face.

  There was a wish to examine this ugly face to it even less now.

  Having come across a circle, the executioner raised hands, feeling an invisible barrier.

  Then, crossing sideways, moved along line - whether will be where

  weak point. Stepped was under an oak shade, but right there jumped aside back -

  it was exactly like put in fire.

  Niilit quietly began to whimper and crept under a raincoat with the head. In opinion

  Wolfhound, it was quite possible to be put and to bed very quietly till the morning:

  the dead execution
er and others whom else will bring there will powerlessly dangle at

  sacred line, precisely the pieces of shit which got to an ice-hole, and at dawn

  will be gone by itself. But Niilit which is pressed down by horror shivered between it and

  Tilorn. Rustle of steps because of a circle threatened to dement her. Tilorn was silent,

  however one view of the unfortunate magician was enough for the Wolfhound - to that was too

  it feel very ill at ease. Grumbling through clenched teeth, the Wolfhound rose, again pulled out

  hammer and, having turned to the dead person, traced the Thunder Sign in air: six

  the peaked petals concluded in a circle wheel.

  - For the sake of the Thunder-storm! - he told the executioner. - Get out! Stream of lilac

  flame silently fell whether from oak branches, whether from the sky and

  flowed round a corpse. The executioner began to writhe so as if he was hitched up on a rack.

  The merciful earth seized him by legs and quickly involved in itself.

  Mat-Zemlya always feels sorry for children, even the most unusable.

  The wolfhound returned under an oak and settled, unsuccessfully trying to keep

  sick side. Tilorn ironed Niilit lying between them on the head,

  repeating:

  - Do not cry, small... everything is good... Do not cry... The wolfhound remembered

  heavy silk of her hair under the fingers... and as it pressed close to it those

  several moments that it carried her on hands... Nonvolatile posverkivat the Mouse

  the shining pupils, hanging head over heels on a wooden strut.

  Gradually Niilit was warmed, ceased to sob and fell asleep,

  having curled up.

  Before the dawn of the Wolfhound woke quiet, but full

  blood-thirsty rage Mysh's hissing. The wolfhound opened eyes and saw that at

  lines, безмозгло being stuck into forbidden emptiness, shifted from one foot to the other two more. At

  one instead of the right eye the shapeless hole gaped, other stranger was

  also almost the goal, except for shreds of the burned-down clothes is covered with a soot.

  These will have enough the little. The wolfhound did not begin to wait until Niilit wakes up and

  again will be frightened, увидав to indulge. He raised the head and in a whisper said

  several nastiest curses which knew. Dead persons immediately

  faded and thawed, having mixed up with dense cold fog...

  Big Churchyard - it were already radical lands of solvenn.