Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  there long was motionless, looking at the gaze curling over

  water.

  Far behind the lake, behind the woods reddened, a yard in transparent air, snow

  teeth of mountains. They were lit up still by beams of the sun which left for the horizon. Wolfhound

  well remembered how him who at all weaned from light in tatters, with

  long-term scars from chains on a neck, wrists and anklebones, pushed out

  from a cave on a blue hump of a glacier, under the ruthless frosty sun, Here

  you your freedom, told it. Go. And it went, being unsteady, sliding barefoot

  legs on dense snow, clamping a palm a wound in a side...

  Behind the back of proshurshat steps. The wolfhound learned Avdiki's gait and did not become

  to turn around.

  - With the maid quarreled? - asked young сегван and knowingly nodded: -

  Happens.

  - Happens, - the Wolfhound told.

  - Listen, veins... - Avdika hesitated, looked away, then decided; -

  You know, I did not comprehend something as it you rinut me recently at

  Ayr-Donna. Perhaps you will show if it is not a pity?

  The wolfhound shrugged shoulders. He was not sorry. This way did not enter in

  number forbidden which cannot be transferred to the third-party person. It

  replaced Nonvolatile Mysh to withers to the horse nibbling a grass

  nearby. The horse turned the head, mildly sniffed at Mysh with whom

  managed to get acquainted already, then sniffed and again lowered a muzzle to a grass.

  Clinging to wool, Nonvolatile Mysh got to him into a mane and was accepted

  to pinch salt.

  Avdika lifted a spear and as then in tavern, set it on the Wolfhound.

  Vienna for some reason in it a certain similarity to that komesy suddenly seemed,

  whom it killed eleven years ago... Probably, all business was in

  fair hair and in a hairstyle.

  - Look, - he began to explain. - Leva you take away an edge, here so.

  Right you intercept oskepishche...

  The staff started over again being turned out uncontrollably from hands of young

  segvana. Avdika tried to hold, but instead willy-nilly

  ran the Wolfhound circle. Then legs jumped out from under it. "Tornado

  picks up and carries away a straw". Avdika stretched on the earth, laughing loudly and

  remembering trihedral flint of Tunnvorn.

  - How, how you me? And well, once again, - it seemed to the Wolfhound as if at

  edges of a glade the mild greyish burro and from the embroidered saddle stopped on

  them from Avdikaya sharp-sightedly the swarty gray-haired old woman also stared.

  Caen-kiro a veddaarda of a lurgv, was mentally told to it by the Wolfhound. Name

  Goddesses and rules the world Lyubov. Here you see, Mother Kendarat, and at me

  now there is a pupil...

  When Niilit called is. The wolfhound was to a fire with a kettle - for

  Tilorna. The young cook cooked dense barley soup, having filled it

  fat, fried onions and still something fragrant, on a sakkaremsky harmony. Niilit

  allowed to dispose of edibles on the understanding, and was

  it seems that it is not necessary to be sorry about that.

  The merchant Fitela, as stuck to the leader, the first tried prepared

  food, behind it Aptakhar. Fitela told nothing, only smiled and

  with satisfaction nodded. Aptakhar grunted, ran a hand over moustaches and

  patted Niilit shoulder:

  - The third year I go with you, Fitela, and never before went to bed

  hungry, but, for the sake of a genital belly of Rodana, such food at us to these

  time did not happen!

  - Look, you will spoil good fellows, - addressing Niilit, the merchant noticed. -

  So they, who knows, sturgeons and salty nutlets to demand from me

  will become.

  Niilit schuffled on the place, blinking confusedly and a little scaredly. As

  it was necessary to understand these words - as a praise or how reproach?. Soldiers with

  laughter and humourous catchphrases took seat in a circle and one after another, on a seniority,

  began to lower spoons in a copper. When the turn reached the Wolfhound, he

  filled the kettle and carried his Tilorna.

  - Wolfhound... - suffering, that began, but did not wait for the answer.

  The wolfhound seated him, handed a spoon and a kettle and silently left. Sat down on the

  the place was also accepted to food. Perhaps, soup was really richly

  also it is tasty. But he did not feel any taste.

  When Fitela distributed bread, the Wolfhound got a big top crust. It

  pulled down it and ate a half, postponed a half. After the vespers they with Niilit

  washed the become empty copper, and then he swung and threw remained

  piece nearly on the middle of the lake, otdarivy for caress.

  - Be redeemed if you want, - he offered Niilit. - I to a postereg.

  There, where bread fell, the large big fish boomingly splashed. And again everything became

  quietly. Living in the lake accepted a gift and promised not to frighten by Niilit.

  - Thanks, mister, - she quietly thanked and left for a bush

  to undress. The wolfhound sat down a back to the lake, clasped with hands knees and

  stared in the condensed darkness.

  The eye of Gods saw, Gods know: he rejoiced as the last puppy,

  to the fact that escaped... to the fact that there was suddenly not one...

  Niilit lapped in the lake at it behind the back. She swam, precisely

  young frog, and was not afraid of dark water with its cold keys at all and

  any creatures living in depth. And in particular when it, Wolfhound,

  guarded ashore.

  Warm quiet evening was very good, and oboznik sat up late

  near a fire. Having rummaged in the belongings, Avdika pulled out a harp -

  hollow wooden box with the wooden horns closed in

  ring. It appears, young сегван not bad coped with five strings

  and besides knew a great lot of songs, from heroic to ridiculous and obscene.

  Almost all sang, without excluding Fitela, and even to the Wolfhound from time to time

  there was a wish to join. He with some surprise realized also it

  desire, and own indecision. He was not able to have fun.

  - Komgalu in night a dream was once

  The mighty and terrible, decorated with wisdom God... - plaintively removed

  Avdika velkhsky ballad of times of the Last war.

  Besides own will the Wolfhound began to remember songs which

  would surprise pokhodnik, but only one stubborn climbed on mind. It was put by slaves

  in Bright mountains, it was also called the Song of Despair.

  About what you will sing to us, a string gold?.

  The convicts working with years underground had no strings and

  in mention. But strings needed to be, and besides gold, and differently and to sing

  there is no need.

  About what you will sing to us, a string gold?.

  Here the stone cold is silent and blind.

  There is an eternal night, and the dawn does not happen.

  Here vain, hopes lifetime crypt...

  Veins pronounced about himself the ancient words which served as waste

  prayer to hundreds of people. In Bright mountains live lived in a grave, and

  the dead, on the contrary, left on light. Only dead. And it, Wolfhound.

  Only. A black gloom of adits and the shaggy gray sun which hung before

  entrance to a cave...

  In miner, a dump your way will break,

  Where the dead watc
h the last dreams,

  And mountain sun, cold sun

  In blind eyes will have a look from height...

  He escaped, but will not leave yourself. At the one who sang seven years

  The song of Despair and Song of Death, shower freezes together an ice lump. Perhaps

  happen among people and such who even would manage to take out in heart from there

  joy and kindness. But it did not concern to the Wolfhound. Four more years

  after that seven he exterminated in himself the person. It had to become

  soldier. To kill the Cannibal. And to die. In total. How many talked some sense how many

  warmed his Mother Kendarat, nothing at her turned out.

  Now... And now, probably, was too late.

  Its turn to bear guards came after midnight when only it is more

  there is a wish to sleep. The wolfhound did not lay down. Spring night was transparent and

  it is light for his eyes which got used to an underground gloom. At first it as

  follows accustomed with onions, having delayed a bowstring to right fish soup at first four

  fingers, then three and at last two. Onions worked from a birch

  juniper and moose veins, it was greatly strong. Its horns and

  were curved forward if to remove a bowstring. The wolfhound put on grassy

  small hill several rods and properly were adjusted by onions. Now, happen

  fight, it will be indeed possible to rely on it. Having hidden onions, it was engaged

  the axe - at what was short toporishche. When, thrown,

  it began to come back surely a handle to a palm, the Wolfhound several times

  threw it in the stumps of rods which were sticking out of a grass. Avdika long watched for

  to them, having risen on an elbow. To a wolfhound was all the same.

  He not too was surprised, having seen the workmate Aptakhar. Matter of course,

  Fitela had no bases here so directly at once to trust new,

  only today to the employed security guard. Moreover vein. With segvana veins

  got on not always.

  - I do not love your tribe! - peevishly Aptakhar declared to it. - You,

  veins, ran into debt a debt to me!

  The wolfhound grinned about himself. At his place considered impropriety top

  to doubt the person with whom it happened to divide a shelter and food. Bread

  it is sacred. Tasted from one bread - relatives. What such sometimes came to an end in

  trustfulness, the Wolfhound too perfectly knew. He was not going to tell

  To Aptakhar how itself once treated segvana.

  - Well and the maid at you, - having bypassed with it several times a circle of carts,

  Aptakhar spoke. - It is good!

  - Perhaps it is also good, - the Wolfhound told.

  - I did not see something that you with it were pardoned, - Aptakhar continued. -

  Listen, veins, but you will not concede for the son? It was looked to my Avdike, directly forces

  no. We would not offend you. Two horses silver. Goes?

  - She is not a slave that I sold it, and you bought, - quietly told

  Wolfhound. - She knows with whom it to be pardoned. - He did not begin to mention

  about very bad death of the person who encroached on Niilit. - Your son

  will be a nice soldier, - he added, having thought. - He asked me

  to explain reception which I tumbled down it.

  Aptakhar not without pride smoothed with a finger moustaches.

  - Here it to them will also twist you when you begin to butt because of the little girl.

  - Perhaps, - the Wolfhound told, - after that he will ask me

  to explain him still some reception.

  Aptakhar at first frowned, then was going to laugh loudly, but in time

  thought that all group will alarm, and it was limited to a very broad smile

  and the good-natured poke which had to the Wolfhound just in not healed edges.

  When Aptakhar woke two on change, the Wolfhound to the bed curtains not

  went. It settled near an extinct fire, nestled a sick side on the earth

  also closed eyes. He already fell asleep when his shoulder was touched by a small hand.

  Niilit was kneeling beside it.

  - Mister, - she whispered. - Let's go, mister! The wolfhound is silent

  looked at it and did not move. Niilit pulled it by a hand:

  - Tilorn very much asks that you forgave him, mister...

  I have a name too, the Wolfhound thought. Aloud told:

  - I do not know about what Tilorna you speak. Niilit sobbed,

  nestled facing his palm and began to go on, shivering and choking from

  got down:

  - Mister... to us it is cold without you, mister... It was necessary

  To wolfhound to rise and, overcoming itself, to go with it. Well though, at

  There dropped down Tilorn mind not to start talking to it any more. Probably, understood that

  already told everything. He only drearily sighed when the Wolfhound got on

  the place also turned to it a back, having tried not to touch

  shoulder, knee.

  The pink reflection of a dawn slowly crept on the northern region of heaven. Nonvolatile

  Mouse sat on the cart, on the most top bale. Opening wings, it

  turned to and fro and quietly chirped, and then guarded ears -

  whether the answer will be heard. He knew that nearby nested in the wood it

  relatives, and uncertainly waited - whether the girlfriend will fly?.

  In the morning the Wolfhound approached Aptakhar, carrying Nonvolatile Mysh on a wrist.

  - What is the matter? - Aptakhar angrily muttered. Close knowing him joked,

  that in the mornings it is better not to address it: Aptakhar supposedly walks all night long,

  but then wakes up by noon.

  - He worries, - the Wolfhound told. Really, black small animal

  restlessly crossed on a hand, looked around and continually hissed,

  developing wings.

  - Well and that? - with irritation Aptakhar asked.

  - To it wild mice flied, - the Wolfhound explained. - It seems that they

  saw someone in the wood.

  - Let's put on chain armors? - the suitable Avdika offered, and the Wolfhound thought

  about himself that the young man, truly, had no objection to make friends with him. Not otherwise,

  for the sake of Niilit. Or perhaps for the sake of Caen-kiro.

  - Go on the place, veins! - Aptakhar ordered. It was not at all

  it intends to listen to the beginner only because to them it happened

  to guard together. The wolfhound shrugged shoulders and departed. However was in time

  to hear as Fitela, taking seat on a horse, noticed:

  - If you remember, Aptakhar, I pay you for delivered in an integrity

  freight, but not for that chain armors were preserved.

  Some time Aptakhar, flushing, silently reeled up on a finger long

  almost gray mustache. Then raised a voice:

  - To put on armor!

  The low rough legged horse gradually rysit at a cart wheel. Here only

  the Wolfhound not went as yesterday: not from that party of the vehicle where was located

  Tilorn, and from opposite. The forest sun slid on the person again

  the scientist, but that did not catch him eyes any more, rejoicing to light return,

  also did not exhaust the Wolfhound questions, finding out about places which they

  passed, and about the one who as lives-can in the local woods... Niilit

  held reins, just as the day before too, but sakkaremsky songs not

  purred. The wolfhound looked at a rigid, sinewy grass with which grew

  superficial road a track, also tried to convince himself that he was wrong.

  It a
ppear Mother Kendarat here, here would pour to useless...

  Really, from where could the nobility Tilorn that his words were the worst

  insult for the man from a genus of the Grey Dog? That the Vienna Truth ordered

  to the nasty tyrant to measure by steps own guts? That the one whom

  calumnious blamed for blasphemy over the woman, did not take in an otplata gold,

  silver - only life?.

  Tilorn spoke on-vennski smoothly, it is nearly better most

  Wolfhound. Means, knew. Had to know. But if knew, then why?.

  For what?. And as he was frightened when he realized that talked nonsense not that. So

  it is impossible to pretend to be. Or after all it is possible?.

  Also you will not settle accounts with it, with the cripple, otherwise at all there will be no need to live.

  The wolfhound continued to wash and feed him and bore when it was required, for a bush

  or tree. Eventually, without Tilorn it would not leave from

  vaults of the burned-down lock. And that it is much more important, would hardly find

  Cannibal. Such debts of a vein were not forgotten too.

  The wolfhound well knew that such insult and revenge what is a debt

  blood. But here offense... Only the friend can offend. The offense is when you

  to death someone will wound to whom you managed to become attached...

  Similar was not to it yet.

  Day stood hot and stuffy: security guards took a steam bath in abuses and helmets,

  put on fur cap comforters, and in every possible way teased the Wolfhound.

  In their amicable opinion, he was frightened of a shadow and if still the, and that is

  mouse. He knew that it was necessary to laugh the matter off. Spravny soldier never

  it oserditsya on nonsense unless will cut off the scoffer a reciprocal sneer on

  fun to companions. But the Wolfhound did not study this knowledge.

  Therefore he was silent.

  Two dense fir-trees began to fall at the same time: one ahead of vehicles,

  another - slightly behind. And at once arrows - almost departed to an emphasis, from both

  parties.

  It should Fitela's security guards hardly, be they without chain armors. On them

  happiness, attackers did not expect from them such foresight and

  sreznyam - arrows with wide tips stocked up generally,

  capable to break a breast of the person and to produce blood to a horse. However in