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by Darrell Guidry


  probably, what means "to disinfect"...

  Untied a purse and began to count coins. Judging by expression

  persons корчмаря, he waited that the forest inhabitant will get noisy, and even will bang

  to sklyaniyets about a floor, - ten policemen it seems in a moment calmed down it

  .

  Or truly will try to swallow contents on a fun to guests...

  - You do not know, - the Wolfhound with satisfaction nodded. Also advised: -

  Read the book, maybe, you will find where.

  Accurately laid out on a rack one beside another six copper coins,

  took a bubble and went to a door.

  This time, however, he could not overcome a temptation and was late

  near a table at which policemen crowded. One of young soldiers

  now noticed:

  - See what nice sword at it a vein. And to fight them it, interestingly,

  is able?

  Long tongues were immediately started turning:

  - Yes hardly: it as all veins, there is more cudgel...

  - That to it a nose on the party was also curtailed. Bravlin considered for the benefit

  to warn good fellows:

  - More quietly, children. What's the use in vain to quarrel. The wolfhound is silent

  turned and went away, and Nonvolatile Mysh contemptuously spat in

  offenders.

  - Hey, veins! - immediately was distributed behind. - You where? Wolfhound

  stopped. Then slowly faced them.

  - Muzzles to you to beat so far it seems there is nothing, - he thoughtfully spoke,

  shrugging shoulders. - Yes only and everything to listen that you bear...

  Someone from policemen laughed loudly though, according to the Wolfhound, nothing

  ridiculous in his words was not. One more cheerfully threw:

  - What to wait for if their women boss. Burst of laughter accompanied it

  the remark, and the Wolfhound became thoughtful whether not too was hasty it

  the remark about a beating of muzzles.

  - Go here, the guy, - Bravlin told him. - Show to my boobies,

  what men are given birth by your women.

  To leave became it is impossible. The wolfhound frowned and stepped back to

  to table.

  Generally veins did not favor competitions, believing them an extra reason for

  offenses. "If I overcome you - you will be upset. If you overcome - I

  I will be upset. What for?" the Wolfhound at one time earned a living,

  being employed by the policeman, the bodyguard, the bouncer in a tavern. Whether it is necessary

  to say that at each new owner he was usually met by refusal. And

  sidelong glance of already employed good fellow. Then, inspired by despair,

  The wolfhound for the first time used old as the world, a trick, nicely

  helped out it in the Big Churchyard. He began to offer the rival

  to try skill and force, - of course, at the owner in the eyes. Here

  the refusal did not happen. First the Wolfhound quite often was bit. And it is cruel. It

  did not grieve. He was able to suffer. He studied, the benefit Kan-Kendarat was then

  with it. He knew that he has to very much learn if truly

  wants to come back home and find for the Cannibal...

  Bravlin made to him room near himself. The wolfhound corrected for

  back the sword also sat down on a bench. On the contrary that white-headed spindle-legs grinned;

  it had palms that frying pans, and the right sleeve is rolled up above an elbow.

  Undress both, and it would look far more impressively than the Wolfhound. Venn too

  untangled a band on a wrist. At the sight of kandalny hems behind

  was heard approving "Oh!". It always irritated a wolfhound.

  The greenhorns who were close not smelling bondage for some reason liked to appear

  such experts to hint it is unknown on what. Fools. Puppies

  confused.

  They put elbows on a table and linked palms. Free hand

  The wolfhound just in case covered Mysh who was uneasily pottering on a shoulder.

  From where was to know to a little small animal what here was started - harmless

  fuss or serious duel? Still will bite whom.

  ... The rival Volkodava surprisingly long was attached and tried,

  fidgeting to and fro on a bench. And only when it from ruddy became

  crimson and, panting, pulled hard a breast on an edge of a table, veins

  was late thought that the young policeman fought seriously for a long time.

  Just he even from a distance did not see Bright mountains. Without speaking about that,

  to move there very heavy blocks. And that it is much more important, did not know, on

  that people for whom the difference was used up long ago are capable, to live or

  to die. The wolfhound sighed. There was no wish to humiliate the guy to it.

  - Everything, - he told and straightened fingers.

  Even a moment his rival continued to press that was forces. Then to

  it reached. His palm became soft, and he took breath. As it seemed

  To wolfhound, with a great relief.

  At the sight of such miracle a half of policemen came to big

  thoughtfulness also stopped. Other half, on the contrary, rustled: everyone

  was torn to try personally with wine.

  The wolfhound rose and stepped over a bench, getting out because of a table.

  - A billeting, the guy, - began Bravlin. The wolfhound shook the head:

  - Everything, will be enough. Put much.

  This time nobody addressed him poisonous remarks and not

  it was passed concerning men who obey women. Nevertheless

  It was almost ashamed for a wolfhound. Honor of the tribe is defended not in foolish

  rukoborstvo at a korchemny table. And force if is, on each trifle in

  the course is not started up. It was necessary to be consoled in the fact that it, generally speaking, not

  arose.

  And to hope that all incident will not affect medicinal properties

  wine...

  Leaving, the Wolfhound noticed out of the corner of the eye that Bravlin left a table and

  went behind it.

  Legs by itself incurred it on the floor space, to a sculpture Copper

  God. After all to it was often remembered the gray-bearded priest with whom

  once long ago, in the childhood, reduced his life. To listen to the old man, so on

  all nine heaven it was not more generous, more merciful and wiser than anybody

  his Bliznetsov. He spoke about them precisely the father about early the died sons. Here

  eleven years the Wolfhound vainly endeavored to understand what relation

  the old man's Gods to those vindictive and bad creations which had

  other carriers of two-color clothes frightened people...

  The area was dammed by the curious people, but high growth,

  allowing to look over the majority of the heads, again helped out

  Wolfhound.

  Near Copper God the board scaffold which is hammered together towered

  carpenters the day before. The scaffold was faced shoulder to shoulder by policemen, and

  in an environment of a fatherly team, sat at their backs in carved wooden

  chair knesinka of Elen. Planting of new belief is often begun with

  governors. What will be accepted by the leader, also people will accept sooner or later. And except

  that, the Wolfhound, in the presence of a knesinka indignant hemmed about himself

  citizens nevertheless will hardly snatch on priests and will abandon them as

  was found in Galirada, from pier in water.

  On a scaffold there were several priests, but the Wolfhound the firstr />
  looked with a debt not at them. Its attention was drawn by the soldier keeping

  behind priests and as if expecting the hour. It was the real giant,

  dressed in two-color armor. The face was hidden by a shod mask,

  repeating lines of a moustached human face and too ornamented in two

  paints. The wolfhound knew that Pupils of Twins very captiously selected

  soldiers, worthy to carry two-color armor. And to choose was from whom.

  Mercenaries were flown to them, like bees to honey. Still! Priests well paid,

  but also, once you put on the consecrated chain armor, and any blow of a fist

  became a feat in sacred fight for belief.

  What does it do here? Protects priests?.

  Then the Wolfhound made out on a scaffold of one more person. This was

  it is put on on-arrantski - in a sandal yes a thin linen shirt without sleeves,

  length knee-deep. The person was approximately age-mate Volkovads, but, in

  difference from it, it is very good itself. Here only it looked starved and

  hungry; To the Wolfhound bruises on naked legs were evident and

  suspicious spots on a dirty shirt. The young man was motionless, low

  having hung the curly head and strong pressing several thick to a breast

  uncombed books...

  And the first line of a scaffold had a preacher. He panted -

  probably, just terminated the inspired speech. Wolfhound with regret

  understood that was late. Well, it is unlikely they came here for the sake of

  one and only sermon. Let's wait, we will hear still.

  - Tell please, venerable Pupil, - the knesinka of Elen started talking.

  - I, probably, failed to hear. You told that your God is uniform. As

  left what you worship Twins?

  - It I, in scarcity of the mind, did not manage to be expressed distinctly,

  madam, - with bow the priest replied. - When God decided to show himself

  to people, human flesh was measured and found by too fragile

  the vessel incapable to contain its spirit. Also the woman expecting was elected

  births of twins. Also began to shine over it...

  Further the Wolfhound did not listen. He felt how he over a lip acted

  sudden sweat, and hasty ran a hand over moustaches. He never forgot

  the places seen at least once. He remembered faces far worse. But this

  the voice remained in his memory forever. "Rot in a nasty thing, insignificant

  pagan..."

  Nonvolatile Mysh tousled a black hair and is quiet, but with a call

  hissed. Anything who will take in head to offend the Wolfhound should have at first

  business with it!

  The wolfhound looked at an arrant again. That suddenly lifted zolotovolosy

  the head, and their views of a moment met. Only for a moment, but

  The wolfhound shuddered. In green eyes of the guy desperate seemed to it

  appeal, nearly cry: "Help!" Cry, however, right there torn off.

  The Arrant knew that it was too dangerous to help out him.

  The wolfhound thought a little and began to squeeze forward.

  After a while the turn reached the young man with books. It was pushed

  in a back, and he fatefully stepped forward, having appeared beside the priest.

  - And here the live certificate of to what meanness can come

  neglected the sacred truth of Twins, - pointing to young

  arrant, the priest proclaimed. - This person tried to save from

  cleaning fire of the book of false prophets and false teachers to confuse and

  to lead into temptation minds and souls of profane persons... - The preacher dawned

  a sign of the Divided Circle. - These books: he carries them because

  to people pious it is guilty even to touch them...

  - Each doctrine is precious! - unexpectedly loudly and with conviction interrupted

  captive. Green eyes rebelliously flashed: - Destroy them, and the world

  will grow poor!

  - Doctrines about which you speak, unreasonable, - that dirt standing, -

  nearly with pity the priest shook the head. - It is difficult to avoid it, so far

  you go along the road. But before than to enter the house and to go into fine

  carpets, dirt should be washed away.

  - You call dirt the gold dust on a particle collected human

  reason! - the arrant was not given.

  - From what it a time the divine truth gathers our mind,

  dark and poor? - the priest asked.

  The wolfhound who was in time to reach forward ranks only sighed. When

  it came about some crazy, absolutely impracticable invention,

  veins suggested to bring waters a sieve, advised segvana to take out

  the sea, arrant - to outargue the priest. The guy, seemingly, forgot a saying. And

  can, there was just nothing to lose...

  The preacher looked at the book young man with grief and a regret as if

  on dangerously patient:

  - If approach divine revelations with poor measures of reason,

  means, it is possible to approach them and with so poor measures of force...

  I will dare to call this last even more justified because Gods in the

  omnipotence grant a victory not to the one who is stronger corporally, and to that, for whom

  truth. There is our soldier...

  The hand in a red sleeve was extended towards the spindle-legs fettered by steel.

  Everything is correct, the Wolfhound thought. Gods are powerful and fair,

  however after all it is better if pravdoborets is dexterous, full and strong.

  - On its noble blade blessing of Twins stays, -

  the priest continued. - I know, your tribe honors righteousness of a duel. Will be

  whether here somebody who will dare...

  - Will be! - almost at once responded from crowd. To a scaffold already

  the fair-haired big fellow in a heavy solvennsky chain armor forced the way. If

  it than also conceded striped, not much more.

  - I would not like to profane murder today, kind

  The pupil, - the knesinka noticed.

  - We passed already seven cities, the monarchess, - with bow replied

  priest. - Our soldier only will allow your citizens to be convinced in

  power of true belief. For this purpose there is no need to take away life.

  Fair-haired passed policemen and got on a scaffold. Having untied

  thong, it pulled out a long direct sword from a sheath. The boor, frowned about

  Wolfhound. The guy had a sword of good narlaksky work, beautiful and

  the road, with two red stones fixed into a handle.

  - The kind word does not stand your Twins! - defiantly threw to the priest

  сольвенн. The preacher grinned:

  - Let's look how you will prove it...

  Also departed to bless the soldier on just fight.

  The wolfhound was lop-sided on the galiradsky magicians sitting slightly behind

  carved chair of a knesinka of Elen. Magicians listened silently, with impenetrable

  persons. They did not interfere with a dispute. Dogmas occurred in Galirada

  uncountable set - over number of the countries from where there arrived to the city merchants, and

  gathered here truly from all over the world. And nobody encroached to expel

  or to overthrow alien Gods, and even Copper God, arrantsky Sea Hozyain,

  patiently took down not always the respectful address...

  Here the duel began, and the Wolfhound understood at once that opponents were

  are quite worthy each other. Heavy swords it is weightless flitted in strong

  hands, flashing, precisely silvery small fishes playing i
n a pond. Wolfhound

  heard how near it two girls in a whisper exchanged words.

  Both wanted that сольвенн contrived and сшиб from two-color we send.

  Here to look whether it is good itself?.

  The wolfhound attentively looked at poyedinshchik, holding with one hand

  burse with money. It always so did when it appeared in crowd.

  Meanwhile occurring on a scaffold it was pleasant to it less and less.

  At first he plainly did not understand why. Then understood. And started over again

  to force the way slowly forward.

  Fight was arranged. It is arranged from beginning to end. But it is arranged

  great. The wolfhound noticed it only because full four years

  saw the little, except battles and duels.

  He still finished thinking about this thought when the giant struck. Tall, heavy

  body, it was quickly. Very quickly. But сольвенн as though at all not

  noticed the menacing movement. Wolfhound, most of which one thousand times

  speed helped out, distinguished killing swing in the germ.

  It saw how it flashed in the sun, drawing a magnificent arch, perfected

  sword. And as this sword during the last instant turned back flatwise, and blow to which

  it would be necessary to cut the vituperator Bliznetsov in half, only threw him on

  knees.

  It became silent. Neither knock of blades, nor shouts of the audience. Solvenn sighed and

  dropped weapon. Also hung the head, low being on all fours.

  Twin gods triumphed.

  - Only the true belief consecrates the soldier's sword, granting a victory! - solemnly

  the priest proclaimed. Also addressed crowd: - Let this person go with

  world. Human we look not for death, but only a vrazumleniye. Whether will dare still

  someone from you to battle against the warrior dawned...

  - Will dare, - the Wolfhound grumbled. Moved apart a shoulder of turned back

  policemen also it appeared face to face with the priest.

  That with quiet contempt looked at it from scaffold height:

  - Who are you rising on Those whose names are glorified in three worlds?

  Did not learn, it was thought to the Wolfhound. Still he would not refuse to find out,

  why the priest bypassed this question of the first poyedinshchik. And however, not all

  whether it is equal.

  - I pray to the Gods and I do not rise on strangers, - he told gloomy.

 

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