- You are, perhaps, a Wolfhound? - asked сегван. Some time of veins
squinted on it against light, estimating whether it was worth answering. At last
decided what costed, and grumbled:
- Perhaps and I...
- I will beat you though on swords though at daggers points though so! - without spending
in vain time, desperate small took occasion by the forelock. - I will protect
knesinka instead of you because I battle better!
It was the call. Joined the adolescent who approached together with segvany
the second, then the third. There were brothers Dashing. Two young people approached
the hero also stopped slightly at some distance, pretending as if occurring at
porch did not interest them at all.
- How to call, the man of courage? - slowly the Wolfhound spoke.
- At first beat, - that answered derisively, - to ask then
you will become.
The wolfhound leaned a back against a smooth rack of a porch, settling
more conveniently.
- Yes you are a coward in any way! - it is pleased told it сегван. - Хегг gobble up
your guts! The truth is told: veins the good fellow against sheep, and against
the standing fighter...
The wolfhound did not answer and did not move, and the disappointed audience
understood that he did not intend to get up.
- You, has to be, not a bit you are not able, - continued сегван, but any more not
tensely, as first, and with clearly distinguishable contempt. Having pulled out
from a sheath a sword, it promptly twirled it in air, dexterously intercepting
and throwing from a hand in a hand.
- And here so you can? And so?!
- I can, - the Wolfhound indifferently told. He perfectly understood, than was
the uninvited guest is busy. So often behave before a duel, trying
to confuse the rival, and itself to make the most smaller red-hot. To be confused
The wolfhound did not gather at all. To fight - too. This guy,
probably, was where as it is quite good in a fight if survived still,
with its habit. It is quite good, but is not clever. Otherwise would listen more attentively,
what was told in the city about a knesinka and its bodyguards and came
to get acquainted in an amicable way. In any case, would not consider that a knesinka
I will be glad to employ it instead of the person who just saved it life.
No, the Wolfhound thought. When I was engaged approximately in the same, than you
now, I behaved in a different way. And still I understood that the daughter of the governor
the cities are not the tradeswoman who is afraid of thieves.
"At first Beat" meanwhile with knock drove a sword back in a sheath and
snatched out the shining fighting knife nearly in length three spans. The wolfhound knew,
that island and coastal segvana at times preferred them even to swords. And
owned them...
- And so you can?!.
The guy dexterously threw a knife to himself for a back, and that rose over the left shoulder,
precisely to lay down a handle in the held-up palm.
- Did not try, - the Wolfhound told. - And what for?
- And here why!.
It suddenly cavorted on a half-step forward, low bending down, and the Wolfhound
managed to think: the knife, truly, will whistle in it now if a carving on a wall
marongovy, beautiful, did not spoil... but what was going to do
сегван, he did not happen to learn. Because the Mouse, already angered,
it was finally convinced: with the Wolfhound were going to attack them. It
furiously cried and fearlessly rushed to the offender, once again
having forgotten that the whip of the supervisor Volk once took away from it ability
to fly. As well as the fact that the wizard Tilorn returned this ability to it.
Mouse simply waved wings and it was said to a segvan directly...
Also departed.
And suddenly thought that FLIES.
He marked to bite the person for a nose, but from surprise missed and
scratched to it a cheek. The war-call was replaced by horror cries. Absurdly
кувырнувшись in air, the small animal was thrown by a fluffy lump back to
To wolfhound also whisked for a bosom.
All flight took a moment. Segvan to whom suddenly rushed in a face
something black, heart-rendingly shouting and spitefully clicking teeth, the knife dropped and
started back, was late throwing up palms. Having stumbled, he lost
balance, waved hands and awkwardly sat down down to the ground.
The adolescents and young heroes who gathered at a porch amicably burst
laughter. To the one who was glory to seek, such laughter is worse than fighting arrows.
Segvan jumped, without restraint looking around. The wolfhound hoped that he at him will be enough
mind to overcome itself and to laugh together with all. Was not enough. Guy
raked up the dropped knife and at full speed rushed for gate. Not to happen to it
the bodyguard of a knesinka not to happen.
The wolfhound extended because of a bosom of the tousled, shown Mysh and
highly threw it on a palm. Mysh on a habit plaintively began to squeal, but
then developed wings and landed with advantage.
- There now, long ago so, - the Wolfhound told it. - Everything, will be enough
to feign ignorance!
They stood on a coastal glade, again only now near
not one Wolfhound, but all three bodyguards was a knesinka. Venn
undertook to teach the young ruler to fight back, and at the same time
trained also brothers Dashing. Besides was to whom to look around, so far
two others rolled each other on the dried pine needles and is sick
to the sticking cones...
The brave knesinka brought men's ports at the bottom of a saddle bag,
dressed them behind a bush and demanded that it was not spared:
- Really will not begin to be sorry...
- And titmouses will jump, madam? - Likhoslav asked. That's it, thought
Wolfhound.
- The nurse will see, will get noisy... - Likhobor told.
- Yes she knows! - removing from the head a silver nimbus and by an example
Wolfhound tying a forehead a wide band, the knesinka told them.
Veins looked at it, gentle, house, corpulent, standing in ridiculous
men's trousers between two strong, lean, angry guys in a fight, and
to itit was gloomy. Why, for the 100-th time he wondered, strong
appropriates some rights only because it is strong? At force is
one sacred right - to protect that who is weaker. Woman, child,
cripple... Answer, a fair Eye of Gods what the world where wise is
and kind it is necessary to study cruelty? Where the woman created to caress and
to give birth, is going to kill and cripple? Just because without it
not for long abyss?.
The wolfhound managed to train already all three in cunning skill to fall in any
the party, not расшибаясь and without breaking itself hand-legged, and then at once
to jump, without sighing and without holding the beaten-off sides. The turn most came
simple reception.
- Hold me by a hand, madam, - he told. - No, not this, another.
Hold more strong, you attack. Or I have a knife, and you caught. Here so.
Knesinka grasped it higher than a wrist and began to hold. Wolfhound
otshagnut sideways, slightly tightened a brush, sat down, dive
d, and a knesinka hand
in an impossible wayit was unscrewed. All this veins, science for the sake of,
did very slowly and carefully, but "attacking" only and
remained what to gasp and to be filled up clumsily. It was called
"Gratitude to Earth". Knesinka rose to the feet, biting lips and frowning.
- Now you drop me, madam, - the Wolfhound told. Brothers Dashing,
standing nearby, tried to repeat their movements.
Elen Gluzdovna moved the hand clamped in it palms, and confusedly
murmured:
- Yes I you will not get moving forward...
- You will shift, the monarchess, - the Wolfhound promised. Also added: - You are less
me, you more conveniently.
As well as in what party to recede, the knesinka understood from the third or with
fourth time. Then used the second hand, but pushed it not
from above, as it was necessary, and from below. The wolfhound corrected and advised not
to hurry, to watch at once hands and legs. Knesinka tried to dive,
but too early, and it easily held it:
- With it wait a moment, not that will be overturned.
Eventually she made everything correctly and with all the heart broke out to it a hand,
stacking on the earth. The twins accustomed to fights comprehended reception
much before it and already dragged one another on a glade, only
know shook off the dry needles sticking to the sweaty shining backs.
The wolfhound several times allowed a knesinka of to tumble down, then called up
Likhobora, and the girl charged to Likhoslav. And almost at once understood that
hurried. The first pancake left a lump. The adult guy was much stronger
knesinka, here only did not learn to proportion puny strength: young
the ruler hissed through clenched teeth and began to rub furiously rumpled
brush. Likhoslav was frightened, started lifting it. Knesinka sat down, and from
an eye by itself tears rushed. It wiped them about a trouser-leg and is angry
sniffed. Itself would be glad to stop, but could not. Wolfhound
perfectly remembered himself the boy and knew what is it. Offense of a body, for
that about anything punished by unexpected pain. So happens when you wash
floor, you want to become straight and rashly you fight the head about the God's Palm. Still it
knew that most of all now the knesinka wanted to throw everything, to sit down on
the horse also to skip away home. There, where the bench laid by down waits
feather-bed. And a pan with dates and the washed raisin for a soul uslazhdeniye. And
-legged nobody strives to tear off hands... Why torments to accept, let
men of each other broke. To it - to care for itself, it - on a garden with flowers
overseas slowly to walk...
Three men squated around and just in case
kept mum, and that to bodyguards it was necessary also to look around on
to the parties, one Wolfhound remembered.
Knesinka got up, resolutely blew the nose and that there were forces seized
healthy hand in Likhoslav's wrist:
- Give!
- Monarchess... - the adolescent was afraid. The wolfhound interfered:
- Give, Likhoslav, only... with all the might - with me one.
To the youth always hunting to boast rather hardly got ability it is, rather
to use science, especially military... The wolfhound was more senior than brothers
only years, maybe, on three, but, thinking so, felt nearly
grandfather to boys. Likhoslav with lateness, but nevertheless thought that
here, as well as on swords, there are enough sharp fighting blades, at first not at once
play about wooden. And in memory it zatverditsya, and you will not kill anybody...
It krutanutsya, rinut a knesinka and laid it in a prickly grass, but on this
time - with approximate care. Still vein time in a fight to pull will come.
Then they traded places, the knesinka shmyaknut the guy's winter crop on the head
more than also stamped a leg:
- Do not can to give in!
When went home, the Wolfhound noticed that she protected the left hand. It
thought, as usual, hardly looking for words, and, only when
ahead already the city wall loomed, at last asked:
- Whether it is necessary work yourself so, madam? Not you us, we to store you
uryazhatsya...
Words it found nevertheless not the most reasonable. Having hardly uttered, itself understood
also began to wait for it: it oserditsya now and will tell - without you, say, I know,
what is necessary to me that is not necessary. Knesinka shifted eyebrows and began to correct
silver обручья, though crimson spots of the bruises which began to appear and
were so reliably hidden by sleeves.
- I am the leader's daughter, - the girl told. - If I undertook, I should not
to recede.
The leader's daughter, the Wolfhound thought. The most sad that turned out at it
surprisingly well. Truly speak: what leaders, all will undertake at
them it is argued better, than at ordinary people. Perhaps therefore it is argued that
the good leader remembers on whom good luck of the people keeps. Here and to daughters of leaders
is not present equal neither in beauty, nor in dexterity, nor in mind. In firmness
sincere...
And still said as if the knesinka of Elen was a face and a body real mother.
Mother warrior. Here also think: to good it? Or not to good?.
The summer approached an outcome, and in the city even more often said that
the sovereign Gluzd supposedly very soon will return. Wolfhound not really
was curious where he left, but nevertheless learned: кнес spent summer in
to the big and powerful country Velimor, agreeing about trade there and,
happen that, about military help. No, not that somebody threatened
To Galiradu or, especially, mighty Velimor. Just solvenna wanted
to secure with a kind arrangement of the strong and aggressive neighbor. That
to Velimor, and to him, truly, friendship of strong northern was not indifferent
powers. Because as all knew well, Galirad to nobody themselves hitherto
in offense did not give...
In Velimore Volkodav did not happen and knew this country more by hearsay.
She lay as spoke, in the heart of Castle mountains, and order there
only a few roads, all as one passing twisting deaf gorges.
Also these gorges had one general property. At some distance from
rock entrance absolutely blocked them, being closed over the heads. All who were
in Velimore, unanimously claimed what in these stone tunnels was
surprisingly uncomfortably. It is much worse, than in usual tesnina or even
caves. It was worth leaving, however, from under the continuous arch on this or that
the party - and the nasty feeling vanished completely...
But that did not exhaust velimorsky miracles. Are high and hardly passable
there were snow-covered ranges of Castle mountains - not without reason solvenna removed it
the name whether from "lock", whether from "lock", - but are also not that that
at all it was impossible to overcome them. There were fearless rock-climbers,
which climbed up unapproachable steep slopes and even crossed all mountain
edge, getting from the country of solvenn straight to Narlak. And so: those who
neglected guiding gorges, preferring other roads, did not find
between ridges of any signs of the big and rich
country. That is
in general anything, except magnificent meadows, dazzling snow at tops
yes not numerous mountain tribes which were ruthlessly cut with each other.
By the way, about any Velimore inhabitants of internal valleys slykhy
did not hear.
The same who, pulling in the head in shoulders, passed under the pressing arches
rocks, told about the cities surrounded with giant stone walls
about magnificent palaces, rich trade and about myriads of slaves, day and
night increasing prosperity of the power...
When velimorets were asked in what here business, they are usually
laughed and answered supposedly Gods store their country, without allowing
unknown and bad people. Therefore someone else called Velimor Oprichnoy
Country, that is special, separate, not similar. Velimortsam it
the name not especially was pleasant, they preferred to call the country
Undercover.
But the most surprising, according to the Wolfhound, consisted in another. To it
he was necessary to deal with natives of the Undercover Power, and once with
by amazement it was convinced: radical, only to it the inherent people in
Velimore a joy was not. There lived segvana, velkh, narlak, halisunets,
solvenna and goodness knows whom else, but was not uniform language, custom and
beliefs. Exactly like found once and occupied the empty earth
natives of all tribes living around...
If who asked the Wolfhound, he could tell that his people
long since with great mistrust treated Castle mountains and everything that
proceeded from there. Venna called these mountains Iron and claimed as if
them as the iron lock, God Grozy locked once Dark Gods and everyone
evil spirits, having prohibited to be shown to the day world. Solvenna remembered too
something from ancient legends. "Oprichnik" in their language was the word at all not
flatter. Tribespeople of the Wolfhound were expressed even more disrespectfully. Called
Oprichnik, it Undercover, country - Pitch. That, generally, in old times
too simply meant - "lying to naosobiyets, EXCEPT"...
Over those who believed in it, people competent and educated amicably
laughed.
As well as the Wolfhound expected, terribly it were not pleasant to the boyar Krugu
infinite absences of a young knesinka. And that to tell, whether seen business!
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