Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  forty, remembered the little girl who only still should become

  the girl, looked into the sky and smiled it is unknown to what.

  Where you. Mother?

  As to me to meet You how to learn?

  Why it is far to a native porch?

  Why I cannot even remember the person plainly?.

  Who doomed us to look for each other all over the world?

  Where our house?

  Stars in the river under ice are reflected.

  I forgot to consider losses long ago.

  Not to find a trace, and on heart it is dark...

  Who judged our life lawless, cruel court?

  Respond!

  Perhaps, we at different tribes were born?

  Perhaps forefathers called different Gods in fight?

  All the same I recognize You. And I will incline knees.

  Also I will tell: "Hi, Mother. I came. Here a hand - lean.

  6. 6. OLD MAN AND OLD WOMAN

  The wolfhound was lucky.

  First, the wing at Mysh healed reliably and quickly and promised to become

  more strong than new. Tilorn was promised to remove soon seams and claimed that a small animal

  again will be able to fly.

  Secondly, the Wolfhound chose time and visited Varokh's workshop. It

  promised an old segvan that by all means will glance it to visit:

  this word was required to be kept. There was also a worthy pretext - it

  was going to ask the master to attach to a sheath a special perch for Mysh.

  Its campaign in a workshop in what Varokh not only pritachat came to an end

  triangular eyelet from a rigid unbending belt, but also invited

  To run over a wolfhound to him to live:

  - The house big, and a family - itself you see... With the grandson together, precisely in

  to grave...

  The wolfhound thought and accepted the invitation, understanding that to the old man it

  nearlyit was more necessary, than to them to four. On the same day he said goodbye with

  with madam Lyubochada - the kind hostess was sincerely upset by leaving of lodgers, -

  and, having taken the belongings which were still easily finding room in a knapsack

  took away the, so to speak, family to the house to the old man.

  Tilorn for whom it was the first for long, long time

  walk, rejoiced as the boy. Curiosity of the scientist did not know

  limit. Give it vent, it, perhaps, would reach a workshop through

  month. The wolfhound perfectly understood it and inevitably attracted the friend forward, not

  allowing to get to talking neither with the street seller of red-hot nutlets, nor with

  the copper-faced rider from the country Sho-Sitayn. At the same time from a vein did not take cover,

  with what irritation Evrikh glanced at it. Well still. Ignoramus,

  the illiterate barbarian who undertook to specify to the wise man. Interestingly, thought

  Wolfhound that you will start singing if again that murderer with a knife appears. Though

  no, you, most likely, will start singing nothing. You are it and to see not

  you will be in time. And I will be in time. Can be. Because I, unlike you,

  on the lookout...

  To its considerable simplification, they reached a workshop without any

  adventures. Varokh accepted them with all hospitality, and the Wolfhound to whom

  it happened to live at kind people from time to time, once again compared

  about life in the house with life on inn. The yard, it is also the yard,

  told himself veins. Someone left, someone arrived, to anybody to the others is not present

  slightest business. And the house, on that it and the house that everyone stood up for all. And

  in total together - for everyone... Niilit in a trice swept out from kitchen of bred

  spiders. The wolfhound helping it to remove marveled once again to how

  quickly the men who were left without wise female hand run wild. Soon in

  the house, apparently, for the first time in one and a half years, began to smell pies. And Tilorn with

  Evrikh, having conferred, persuaded the owner to hang up near former

  sign new, it is less and more modestly: inkwell yes feather. And on another

  day already accepted the first visitor - to make the merchant who decided

  letter. After its leaving they as soon as did not dance, shaking by two

  big silver coins.

  On pleasures scientists began to talk some sense to the diploma of a dedov of the juvenile

  granddaughter. The clever boy, on only a quarter сегван, carried

  solvennsky name: Zuyko.

  - You will not expel us if other children begin to go?. - asked

  Lots Tilorn. Varokh who sat for a long time alone did not object. Wolfhound

  looked at the bright grandson comprehending smart art to read,

  and silently envied. He also would sit down with him nearby. If there was one

  only Tilorn. Without Evrikh. Which immediately otmochit something,

  then it will be necessary only to it to tear off the head. Or will not tell, but

  joy is big all the time to sit on needles and to wait...

  However, the luck proceeded, and soon the kolchuzhnik got to the Wolfhound,

  agreed to exchange two predatory a reservation for one Vienna, on it

  to measure.

  It is advisable to rejoice, but the Wolfhound grew dark more and more. It by experience

  knew that the similar luck good at it did not come to nothing.

  From the day of a skirmish on the forest road it did not pull out the taken chain armors.

  Now he examined them and found traces of a rust and caked blood.

  Before bearing to a bronnik, chain armors should be cleaned properly.

  The wolfhound stocked up with chalk and charcoal and went to the sea coast,

  thinking to arrange a fire. The city fair bothered it.

  - It is possible for me with you?. - Niilit asked to be allowed.

  The wolfhound did not begin to object. Why and not to indulge the little girl, so

  loving the sea?

  They went along the city street among teeming, fussing, scurrying about

  Luda. The wolfhound glanced at the signs dazzling on the right and at the left and

  designating tavern, a hardware bench, a bakery where it is possible

  to get hold of fresh kalatches. The wolfhound only moved a nose, involving

  rich aroma, also sighed. One of the Vienna damnations said: "That

  to you all life there is bread, not mother baked"...

  He paid attention for a long time that on other signs, except brightly

  painted, to everyone distinct signs from a tree or shod copper,

  also letters flaunted. And the unexpected thought dawned on it. Niilit

  too was able to read. And not only on-sakkaremski. Ayr-Donnov "the White Horse"

  stood already in the solvennsky earth, so, and the inscription on a sign was

  it is made on-solvennski...

  - Niilit, - he asked. - Read me signs. Everything where letters are...

  Niilit was surprised to its request, but obediently began to read. Wolfhound

  frowned, tensely remembering. To remember it appeared unexpectedly hard,

  though he never complained of memory. Letters are not traces in the wood and not

  silhouettes of the birds flying over the head. The science of the diploma reminded him rather

  ways hand-to-hand or receptions with weapon which the body acquires itself and

  itself uses when the necessary moment comes. The wolfhound saw how

  scientific people read. They did not think of each flourish in

  separateness, and grabbed at once half-pages. In the same way he reflected

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sp; enemy swoop, with a sword or without sword, without thinking of everyone

  movement of a hand or leg...

  But the nastiest, - outlines of solvennsky letters were absolutely deprived

  any clear sense. The wolfhound happened to see various

  letters, including such that designated the whole word at once.

  Probably, he judged, they were unlike easier to be remembered. Same...

  - How many letters? - he asked Niilit.

  - Solvennsky? Thirty six.

  The wolfhound thought and changed the opinion. In all known to it

  languages there were not thirty six words, and much, much more. It became

  was to estimate how many different words it is possible to make of thirty with

  superfluous letters... but at once understood that to it not to count it to death

  boards.

  Niilit askance glanced on the satellite and slowly, distinctly

  read it all new signs, especially trying when

  it was said not as it was written. She understood at once why to it all

  it was required. First she was about to blurt out nonsense and not

  prisovetovala to it to address Evrikh or Tilorn, but, gratitude

  to the mercy Goddess, bit tongue in time. The wolfhound was proud and very much

  it is stubborn, she already understood it. If he decided to learn from her, so

  there was some reason. Niilit wanted to ask him, but did not decide. With

  Wolfhound it is necessary to be afraid only of a heavenly thunder, but also easily about everything with

  to them you will not talk, this is after all not Tilorn. The wolfhound reminded her more

  plant сарсан, being found in its native places. Touch it, and floating

  the leaf will be curtailed in the green, stuck by prickles sphere now...

  The wolfhound suddenly stopped it, having caught for a shoulder:

  - Wait a moment... I will try.

  He did not give an easy time to himself. The sign over a door of tavern consisted even from

  two words, and a row represented the healthy fellow with a huge knife who grabbed

  for abrupt horns of the resting ram.

  - "Mutton Bock", - it is careful, precisely going on the swamp, the Wolfhound read.

  - Correctly?

  - Correctly! - joyfully confirmed Niilit, looking to it in eyes. And

  added sincerely: - At you very well it turns out - You are such clever!

  Only do not speak to Evrikh of it, thought veins. Will fall.

  Inspired with success, he straight off read two more signs and never

  was mistaken though in one of inscriptions the unfamiliar letter met. Here

  only he felt so as if he rowed in the afternoon, and all against the current.

  He remembered how Evrikh chopped firewood and for want of habit at once acquired callosities. Mind

  too it is possible to namozolit, it appears.

  - You to me somehow then draw all letters, - he asked Niilit. -

  Well?

  - You as to the diploma studied? - he asked a little later,

  when both considered that for the first time more than it is enough.

  Niilit for some reason hung the head.

  - I was taught by our respectable neighbor... yes the rain to it under legs will spill,

  if only Lang Lam did not carry away his soul on just heaven yet...

  The wolfhound remembered:

  - That what else wanted to buy you in the wife?

  Niilit only nodded.

  Well nothing to itself the neighbor, was thought a vein. Niilit somehow told about

  the poor small town between plavnyam and the ocean where she happened to grow up. In

  to similar hole the gramoteya any who is capable somehow will descend for great

  to scratch the name. And to learn... Yes whom - the neighbour's daughter! Wolfhound

  knew Sakkar, the country of the shy women and haughty men thinking of themselves

  it is much more, than would follow. No, it was definitely covered some here

  secret. And before it happened to wolfhound to think of it, another matter,

  at first to it was all the same, and then became not before.

  - Infrequently, probably, such neighbors meet, - he noticed

  carefully. He to death did not love when it was forced to tell

  about. Means, and another quite could not like his curiosity.

  - It was similar to Tilorn, - Niilit sadly answered. - If they

  met, they surely would make friends. They are even similar a little...

  beards, hair... Only Tilorn actually young, and the Teacher was

  old...

  - Also wanted to buy you in the wife? - suspiciously the Wolfhound asked.

  Niilit turned pink under his look.

  - In total... at all not as you think, - she told a vein. - He lived

  at us in exile, without having anything, except the knowledge. He so spoke.

  He wanted me to teach much. It just could not take away differently me at

  make related...

  - Whether it and books gave you? - the Wolfhound asked. - Togo great

  doctor. Belkata... how there it?

  - Zelkhata, - Niilit told. - Noble Zelkhat left at us

  the reference after young Schad expelled it from Melsina...

  - Here is how, - the Wolfhound grumbled. And for a long time became silent.

  Galiradtsa, spoiled by Sea Hozyain's bounties, for a long time

  got used to resupply firewood on the sea coast. After each storm

  waves regularly threw out the peeled snags, fragments of broken

  ship boards, and even whole logs. All this to the last chip

  burned down in the gluttonous centers and Galirad's furnaces and served citizens

  considerable help. Firewood brought to Galirad from far away because

  magicians prohibited to cut the wood near the city very long time ago.

  And still the city remembered how it in coastal boulders got stuck five years ago

  the huge trunk in lumps of black bark, so very heavy that

  even the team of mighty heavy trucks could not pull out it. Then trunk

  began to saw, but saws and axes hardly took it. Wood

  there were colors of a maple leaf in the fall. Breed of a tree was identified by the black

  monomatansky dealer:

  - It is blessed маронг, precious as ivory. It not

  decays, almost does not burn and drives away diseases. It is black outside and red

  inside, as true person. To cut down it - all the same what to kill

  person. The one who will cut down маронг lives the whole year in a separate hut, not

  eats behind a table d'hote and does not dare to touch the wife...

  All summer till fall carpenters undressed a terrible trunk, precisely

  whalers I stew the caught whale, and magicians with prayers bypassed each board

  посолонь, driving away the possible evil. Because nobody can be completely

  it is confident in unknown.

  That year merchant Galirad had a considerable terrible fright. What was become

  with the city, come to an end differently great fight at Three Hills, and

  remained to nobody known. It is right, would sit in the city now

  some segvansky Koons who arrived from the far island, and all

  filled in own way, on-segvansk’s. Others grumbled now that, maybe, was

  it is not so bad. But it now when the experienced fear was removed and

  it began to be forgotten. It is known, after the fight everyone is clever, especially if most

  did not get. And then, five years ago, same people of the last

  the ratnik is ready to be carried on hands, not to mention army heroes and

  about the knes. Having conferred, galiradsky aged men decided to bring

  pre
cious маронг in fortress and to present to the sovereign Gluzd - a mansion on

  updating...

  Near the city economical galiradets swept the coast as if the broom.

  The wolfhound and Niilit had to walk long enough along the edge of water,

  before several more or less dry pieces of wood caught sight to them,

  suitable in a fire. City towers were still perfectly visible, but in this

  the party local tried not to get. The wolfhound knew why. Sea here

  crashed into the land the narrow gulf; in one hundred steps from that place, where it

  rasteplit the kosterok, coastal boulders turned in most

  real rocks. The farther in depth of the gulf, the above and more unapproachably

  the steep slopes which overgrew the dense wood became. And in the top rose

  giant stone finger, majestic even against the background of peaked

  snow ridges. Spoke, during storm the surf rose there on

  terrible height. The wolfhound got accustomed: despite the clear sun in warm

  blue heaven, at the finger basis where he grew up from a rocky ridge,

  whitish shreds fog floated. It curled there always - not for nothing

  primetchivy galiradets from time immemorial nicknamed a naked stone monolith

  Foggy Rock. And since so remote read this place as

  strange. Too, probably, not for nothing. Already for memories of present generation

  at once two persons were gone without trace there. Entered fog and did not leave. Though

  other people passed through without any harm for themselves. Desperate

  guys surveyed the rock from the basis to the top clinging clouds.

  But did not find either cracks, or deep caves. Magicians, on them

  to words, felt presence of force. Still magicians said that others

  caves are supposedly visible not to all and not always,

  In a word, reasonable galiradets tried to bypass the Foggy Rock

  the party, and, probably, correctly did. There are holy sites. Is

  bad. And is also such that are simply intended not for people. And all

  here.

  The wolfhound burned a chain armor over a spark of a fire and thought that

  quite could make it and at home. And even with big convenience.

  Solved, you see to take a walk. But Niilit, rejoicing to freedom, undressed for