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by Darrell Guidry


  The wolfhound did not move a little.

  - If veins is silent, so there is a reason, - spoke кнес, and a look

  became very fixed. - You are able to speak, the bodyguard?

  - To it kind people broke a nose, and here it seems as did not cut off language yet,

  - Luchezar hemmed. - Though, the right, would cost...

  - Forgive, the sovereign, - quietly told the Wolfhound. - I your daughter

  I serve, not you.

  The heroes and servants going with knesy to Velimor with curiosity

  glanced on strange small which is not known why brought closer to

  to knesinka. Nesmeyanovich, however, watched sense at the Wolfhound with something

  suspiciously similar to approval:

  - From whom here, with me to protect it? Unless itself I will spank the child...

  - Madam feeds me that I guarded, - the Wolfhound told. - Here I and

  I guard, the sovereign.

  Here again the knesinka interfered and began to tell hasty the father as

  she was wanted to be killed at the bargaining. Butted in a conversation also Luchezar. It still not

  hid the dislike to capricious a vein, however, in conspiracy with the murderer

  did not accuse any more. Now, according to him, left that it before all

  noticed danger and would get ready to cover with the first the sister from the villain if

  it was not brought down from legs of a neskladekh by the bodyguard.

  The wolfhound went to the right of a knesinka, slightly behind, and was silent. To it

  was all the same. Several times he felt on himself an inquisitive look

  knesa. Well also let looks. The wolfhound went about the own business - guarded, and

  the conversation of leaders did not concern it.

  Closer to city gate the road was dammed by the citizens who missed

  on the knes. It seems that Nesmeyanovich's Sense in Galirada loved not

  it is less, than to its razumniyets the daughter. The happy people, it was thought to the Wolfhound.

  When stretch to the leader for blessing of children, something means.

  Scraps of shouts reached his hearing: inhabitants welcomed a knes and

  hurried to assure it that the knesinka ruled them truly wisely and

  fairly. The wolfhound needed only to hope that shouts and noise not

  will prevent it to distinguish, say, whisper of the dagger taken from a sheath.

  Or quiet buzz of the tense bowstring...

  Gods, however, nowadays with a smile looked on Galirad. And embassy, and

  meeting reached Krom without any hindrance.

  In fortress кнес it was at once shut in a gridnitsa with the senior team and

  assistant-daughter. There were, seemingly, some affairs which it was required

  to discuss urgently. The wolfhound led Serk in a stable, arguing about

  itself about what at venn of similar did not happen. There is the person who came back

  from a distant wandering, day three would keep in a separate cage, not

  painfully allowing in the general life of the house. And suddenly it, hanging around unknown

  to edges, it was gathered some filth?. And suddenly it - and not it at all, and

  the evil ghost who stole a human appearance?.

  Probably, nevertheless the old man with whom he had enough was right

  to talk then ashore. What life, such is and custom. That

  it will be become with the big merchant city if on all severity to honor

  the house threshold, and with arrived knesy to treat as the stranger?.

  The wolfhound wanted to return to the house to Varokh, to eat properly and,

  perhaps, to have a sleep in heat, but it was impossible. In the afternoon кнес gathered

  to speak with citizens at the bargaining, to answer as went also that back

  brought. Do not make it is and by the evening rumors will already spread on the city.

  Is more useless it will turn out.

  When the Wolfhound entered Serk in a stable, the groom Spel just accepted

  guest, Zychk Zhivlyakovich's myatelnik. Comfortably having settled on a heap of straw,

  two servants spread out an entertainment and little by little noted safe arrival

  nice knes. Here what happens, the Wolfhound when you get used thought

  to enter without being knocked. And itself did not want, and it turns out as if uninvited

  appeared in time to an entertainment.

  - Bread yes salt, - he told, conducting a horse by. He was not surprised and not

  would take offense, they answer it: "We eat also the". However solomennogolovy

  Sang it is pleased waved hands, showing a vein the braided clay

  small bottle:

  - Sit down, the Wolfhound! For health of a knes and knesinka...

  As it at first sight strange, unsociable bodyguard to it

  it was pleasant. Probably, for what Serka wonderfully well cared for did not pass on

  lackeys care.

  - Thanks, - the Wolfhound thanked. - I will not refuse snack, and a cup

  do not soil. To me to accompany the monarchess on the area...

  It armed with a rigid brush and began to clean buried in

  horse feeding trough.

  - See, the fair maiden, a spring droplet забоялся, - reached it

  hearing quiet snicker of a myatelnik of Zychk.

  - The fair maiden also is, - agreed Sang. - Though at moustaches. - And

  called: - Hey, veins, did not decide?

  The wolfhound smiled. He did not take offense at such mild eggings on, still

  was not enough. Serko turned around, sighed, rubbed about his shoulder a nose.

  - For our madam, - Zychk's voice reached from a corner. Was heard

  gurgle of the wine flowing from a small bottle in a mug. - Also it is a pity and that

  you will do, - the old servant continued. - Life is time to live, to all term...

  Well precisely: prosvatat the daughter кнес! - now the Wolfhound thought.

  In total as it is necessary. When still announce to the people, and faithful servants everything already

  for certain dawned.

  Wine poured down in other mug, and Sang confirmed a guess

  bodyguard:

  - For that to our my dear the new nest is warmer than old

  it seemed.

  - See threatened, - the old man grumbled. - That in the stranger to the house is more sweet

  was, than at the father mother? Yes unless happens?.

  They drank. On strong teeth Sang the cucumber of well-known crackled

  Vienna salting. The wolfhound inhibited in himself desire to terminate quicker

  work also continued to be active a brush.

  - And that, for the kind husband! - the young groom began to argue. -

  One word, velimorets! Probably the next day to gold zhukovinye account

  will lose. And as will embrace, lips will cling to lips...

  It hokhotnut.

  - The mischievous person, - grumbled Zychko, but on a voice was felt that the old man

  smiled. The wolfhound caressed Serk, slapped on a smooth croup and left from

  stall. He did not doubt at all that servants all as are vyznal about

  groom. And what to a sort tribe and how to call, whether and ровня to the monarchess on

  to youth and beauty. And vyznal, so, will tell now and to it.

  Having noticed the bodyguard, Sang beat a palm straw near itself:

  - Give, veins, snack comes to an end!

  Gentle cucumbers in a finger length, however, still floated in a pan with

  odorous brine. The mouth was instantly filled with the run saliva. Wolfhound

  sat down, took one, thanked and began to eat.

  - The groom is good, so? - he asked, slowly chewing.

  - Far better! - Zych
ko responded. - Sort, however, сегван, and so

  grandee grandee. Guard of the Northern Gate!

  All knew that among Guards of the Gate of Velimor there were people of humble origin.

  But nasty or at least average soldiers - never. Wolfhound very much not

  liked to ask, but business concerned a knesinka, and it did not restrain,

  pushed:

  - Probably old, bald, toothless...

  - There would be a sovereign for it the child to give out! - was indignant a little

  become tipsy Sang, and the Wolfhound thought: still as would give out, get up to that

  price Galirad. The groom heatedly continued: - Stremyanny of knes

  saw it and told us. For years it is young and only put it, bat, on

  there will be enough seven old men and still will remain. Gorlusha, stremyanny, swore...

  to become valiant, pure gold hair, moustaches - in, and eyes where there

  to halisunsky sapphires...

  Just feeling sorry for prosvatanny madam, it was already ready to protect

  her groom, as if the Wolfhound found fault with him.

  - And sorts good, though сегван. Koons and Koons's son, and name,

  what to the leader not shame to carry: Vinitar!

  Nobody would suspect on the person Volkodava that this name for it

  something meant. He nodded, slowly eating up a cucumber and expecting, not

  whether will tell Sang still what entertaining. Then slowly noticed:

  - I heard, there was once nearby from here Koons Vinitary...

  - Well, so it is also his son, - joyfully explained Sang. - Father,

  you vit, on an arrantsky harmony имечко remade, and the son does not want and it is correct

  does.

  ... The son, the Wolfhound thought. Vinitar, son Vinitariya. Very soon to it

  will carry a knesinka in the wife. It, the Wolfhound, all it is rather, will also carry. To the son

  The cannibal on a bed. For what? It for what?.

  - Badly you eat, small. - Zychko Zhivlyakovich stretched it a piece of fresh

  rye bread, topped with a fair chunk of ham with horse-radish. - About what

  became thoughtful? The knesinka for sure will take you in suite yes there,

  you look, at itself will leave. But will not leave, Velimor you will look at everything:

  the exotic earth, speak...

  The wolfhound nodded, listened to him and did not hear, with despair feeling,

  as familiar pain arises and expands in a breast. Full four

  week of it did not happen to it, and it, the simpleton, already counted - left,

  again expelled by skillful doctors... As. He tried to oppose, but

  it was not in human forces. Cough rushed as if a stream from

  dams. Bread with ham fell in straw: The wolfhound helplessly writhed,

  trying to throw out from himself the lungs captured by a flame. Mysh, something

  sniffing up on rafters, with plaintive shout fell to it on a shoulder...

  ... Sometimes for delight of supervisors brought slaves to stone quarries.

  Katorzhane, long ago forgotten how the real living women look,

  long discussed each such event. One Grey Dog with gloomy

  frenzy twisted the collar, rumbling on stones with shackles and

  refusing to understand why the earth why does not fall does not yawn

  the sky, breaking Plane mountains under the fragments...

  And once by it the Wolf walked, dragging fragile on a shoulder

  little girl. Here the Grey Dog also learned that he even of a chain, is, sometimes

  are torn if to lean with all the heart. It, of course, did not break then the head to the Wolf

  and did not oboronit the girl. He was vividly brought down from legs, twisted and dragged in

  blocks. Also whipped - not for the first time and not in the last - so that to whom

  would be enough more shaky to die. But worst of all there was what happened

  then. Having opened eyes, the Grey Dog saw over himself the Wolf. And with it nearby -

  that girl. Cheerful and happy. What taught its embraces the Wolf to and was

  whether, to what to teach, he did not learn it. She smiled to the Wolf and, giggling,

  made advances to someone else whom the Grey Dog from the place could not see.

  Then it took a whip from the Wolf and...

  As far as a vein it was known, with this whip it it is rare

  left subsequently. And equal to it on cruelty among supervisors

  there was a little. Still said as if from the Wolf (or perhaps and not from the Wolf)

  she gave birth to the baby of whom she got rid straight in miner

  dump. It was beautiful, very beautiful. Then it was seen with someone from

  owners, and lackeys respectfully bowed, called her madam...

  It seemed to a wolfhound as if inside something to a limit stretched and

  burst, and simplification came at once.

  -... youth, - the grumbling voice of Zychk Zhivlyakovich sank.

  - Think, all at all. Even, you vit, do not want to be warmed later by such

  holodina. And itself as began to cough!

  The old myatelnik turned a small bottle over a cup, with hope

  stirred up. From a small bottle the lonely drop flowed out.

  - I nothing, - hoarsely uttered the Wolfhound. The groom Spel already picked up bread

  also cleaned off the straws which stuck to juicy pulp of ham. The wolfhound took

  bread also offered a piece to Mysh, but that did not wish to be treated. Having seized

  claws in a leather cover, the small animal a fluffy lump hung at it on a breast

  also whined, looking in eyes. The wolfhound quite understood him. To him

  it was completely ceased to want is, but to refuse was late. It only wiped a mouth

  palm and at the same time slightly wetted with saliva it. In a mouth was very familiar

  opposite taste, but there was no wish to trust to the last. Then he seized

  the moment it is imperceptible to squint eyes and saw red blood on a palm.

  Knesinka left a gridnitsa about a hand with the father. It went quietly and silently,

  but the Wolfhound looked at it and for some reason remembered how go on an execution

  firm spirit. What is the matter?.

  The boy groom removed the Snowflake, the Wolfhound habitually approached to put

  the monarchess in a saddle. Having taken the girl for a belt, he lifted her and seated on a back

  mares... and here Elen Gluzdovna suddenly grabbed his hands,

  grabbed so as if sank in a gloomy whirlpool and there was more nobody

  to save. The wolfhound threw up eyes, came across on begging, full of despair

  the look also felt how the sharp-clawed paw squeezed heart. But from all

  the parties soldiers, grandees and servants, not to mention velimorets looked, and

  the moment passed, and the knesinka released his hands, having been engaged in reins.

  The wolfhound frowned, jumped on Serk and was attached so far behind therefore

  that did not know how there will go madam - to the right of the father or at the left.

  When they got out of Krom, it seemed to it that the people since morning not

  dispersed, and stuck out, having dammed streets and expecting the knes. Wolfhound

  with habitual vigilance looked around around. Thought of a knesinka and its groom

  annoyed it, preventing to concentrate, and he drove it away.

  Here therefore, he thought, and the bodyguard should not be frank with

  that who employed it to share the experiences and to press in others.

  If then on the river coast I conceded it to curious inquiries and

  the knesinka of Elen would learn WHO пришиб the father of its future named. And

  f
or what!.

  Still he felt her fingers on the hands all the time and was perplexed

  why it went as to death. Knew something about Lyudoyedov of the son?.

  It is unlikely. The city the city, and be the guy the libertine or the villain, probably not

  would give it кнес the beloved daughter...

  The wolfhound saw: the knesinka quite regained self-control, quietly went beside

  the father and even waved to people a hand. Here Sense Nesmeyanovich attracted it to himself,

  patted on hair, whispered something in ear rather almost cried out,

  that caught among hubbub. Elen Gluzdovna raised the head, nodded and

  smiled in reply. She did not look back to the bodyguard but he anew

  felt helpless, desperate handshake: protect!.

  Another who in a heart sank down?. - he reflected, leaving after

  knesy and a knesinka on the floor space and watchfully looking around.

  - Be not afraid, veins! We now scientists who will begin to intend, a neck

  let's twist!. - naughty shout reached. The wolfhound for a moment looked in that

  the party, being convinced that shout was not intended to confuse him. Knes

  left a saddle and itself put the daughter on the earth. The wolfhound dismounted and approached.

  In crowded places he dismounted later.

  ... No, it has no dear friend. I would know. To see the friend

  hunting to talk, be pardoned. And a knesinka - with us in the wood, with

  boyars about affairs, to the people, with the nurse in a mansion. Or perhaps such is

  the friend, what do not order to see and forbade to dream? Too not: secret love

  more to obvious it is visible...

  If on conscience, then times when the city really could send

  the knes with embassy, and then strictly to ask from it, passed

  long ago and, probably, irrevocably. But it was pleasant to people that them кнес,

  having hardly arrived home, for old time's sake nearly first of all went on

  the area to the people was also going to answer.

  Knes spoke standing, from a board eminence. Knesinka stood on

  step below the father, and knesinka are even lower, having as usual put on

  hand breasts, there was a Wolfhound. Already ceased to point a finger at it.

  Kind galiradets managed to get used that for their favourite for quite some time now

  everywhere the gloomy bodyguard followed. The wolfhound looked round

  the floor space dammed by crowd. He still perceived fingers

 

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