Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  and clumsily rushed on revenue...

  And everything changed.

  In a dream always so. Having encountered on intolerable, the person or

  wakes up, or falls out of too terrible dream in another,

  more quietly.

  Knesinka was on the same track, but in other place and from where knew,

  that it occurred already "then". She ran at full speed, winding between

  gray boulders and fearing to look back. Then she saw herself on the bridge.

  The bridge was long, made of a set of the plates connected

  ropes. It lasted through the gorge at the bottom of which shreds floated

  fog the deaf slow roar was also distributed. Knesinka took to the heels on

  to the bridge also felt that he suddenly sank. But not as under

  excessive weight: it as if would be cut at it behind the back. Knesinka

  turned back. Some person with a birch bark mask instead of the person endeavored

  once again to slash with a sword a thick rope, and the Wolfhound did not give it it

  to make, restricted aside, did not admit to an entrance on the bridge...

  Knesinka ran to the people expecting her on that party, and the bridge under

  to it fell and fell, losing a support...

  And again the dream which came into too terrible deadlock was interrupted. Only on

  this time the knesinka woke up. It did not jump with shout, frightening servants.

  Just felt that there are no rocks, any bridge, and is only

  pillow and blanket. And between the embroidered curtains cheerful looks

  morning beam.

  The first movement of the girl was to turn over on other side and with

  simplification to plunge into a blissful sleepiness. So it also arrived: pulled

  blanket higher and did not begin to open eyes. But hour was already not especially

  early, the young body managed to have a rest enough did not need any more in

  rest. But the dream which just visited a knesinka still floated at

  the surface, without having managed to plunge into oblivion finally.

  Wolfhound, she thought, and eyes opened by itself. I it not

  threw. Me... carried away. And he, probably, died.

  To it it became terrible. When it happens to dream about someone from relatives,

  then, in reality, you feel to it special relationship.

  Something happened to it at night. He was killed, and I felt it...

  Knesinka, having choked, sat down and lowered legs on cold clay

  floor, groping a charm on a breast. You will think, a dream. That is, of course, happen

  prophetic dreams. About which hundred years then remember. Because they dream

  time in hundred years. To one person from one thousand. Who said yes that this

  dream - it is obligatory in a hand?.

  Elen Gluzdovna got up, grabbed a wide raincoat, threw it atop

  spacious shirt in which slept and removed a curtain.

  In halls rest there were no none of servants, only on a threshold any more

  the big striped cat sat and washed. Further filled in was seen

  the sun the yard, and in the yard the knesinka saw the Wolfhound at once.

  Her bodyguard played with the winged favourite. It it is high

  threw a small animal on a palm, and that turned over in air a little

  time, and then, without opening wings, fell back. Mysh well knew that

  the familiar hand will surely pick up it, without having allowed to touch the earth.

  Knesinka leaned a shoulder against the obodverena and began to look on

  Wolfhound. From where to it was to know that they invented this game very long time ago,

  still when Mysh could not fly. By Knesinke it was suddenly remembered how she went

  to Sveta’s together with the Wolfhound. And as she was frightened by a harmless wood-grouse,

  risen because of a bush. And as the bodyguard instantly pressed it to the earth,

  blocking itself. And then ironed on the head and told something, consoling,

  helping to dispel a fright...

  Here and now Elen Gluzdovna looked at it and felt how

  leaves, the dreamed battle twitches a haze. The wolfhound was here.

  With it. Whole and safe. Happen that, and it will appear in time to the aid. Not

  cry, will tell, the monarchess. There is nobody to be afraid more. Yes also it did not happen

  anything.

  Knesinka was not a silly woman and besides got used to deliberate about

  human words and acts, seeking for the reasons. And it it was excellent

  it is known that it means if the woman wants to look to the man in the face

  and to meet his look. To start talking to it and to listen to its voice.

  To give it a hand and to feel a reciprocal touch. For example, when

  it puts it on a horse. Or learns to defend itself from enemies...

  As everything easy and simply, so far as concerns someone another. As it is easy

  to give to another clever advice. The reason of the adviser is quiet and clear, others storms

  do not confuse him. But as clear from outside others confusion as are obvious

  in it lines of that general that makes related people from the beginning of the world and will be it

  it is inherent till the end of time. To include itself in this community much

  more difficultly. Everyone lives for the first time, everyone for himself единствен and

  it is unique, and what happens to it, - special, not such as at

  all others.

  Knesinke was only seventeen years old, and she never before fell in love.

  Until recently...

  She wanted to come to light and to start talking to the Wolfhound. All the same about

  than. But at this time in the yard one of people Luchezara appeared, and

  the knesinka which was not too favoring "brother" receded for a curtain. There it

  it was not visible from the yard.

  The boyar Luchezar well knew whom to send to the Wolfhound. To the yard,

  having realized for itself a gate, the quiet shchuplenky guy, on weakness entered

  health never encroaching on weapon. Luchezar held it for brisk

  literacy. The boyar of the letter and reading did not trouble, though was able.

  In his opinion, the feather and ink to the soldier were nearly indecent.

  - Mister... - bowing, the fellow shy spoke. - Kind

  morning to you, mister...

  He, seemingly, was afraid of a wolfhound and was afraid before it on - puppyish. Venn

  at first thought why such fear. Then remembered those,

  punished at night. Not otherwise, came crawling back home and naplet about three boxes.

  Here the Wolfhound remembered still something, grinned and thought: here though

  edge of an ear to listen to their cock-and-bull stories. Interestingly, how many venn held

  everyone by hands, so far the others crippled...

  - And you kind, - he told the messenger.

  - Mister, - started over again bowing the young clerk. - Boyar Luchezar

  mister orders to come to you to it...

  Mouse turned over in air and blissfully fell in a palm of the Wolfhound.

  - Your boyar to me not the decree, - told veins. Also became silent so that

  it was felt: will add nothing any more. Eyes of the youth were poured by tears:

  - The boyar told that he orders to flog me if I do not bring you,

  mister...

  Having caught Mysh last time, the Wolfhound installed a small animal on a shoulder and

  looked at the young man nasty up and down:

  - Perhaps will also flog, you will suffer. It will be better if I regret you, and

  knesinka without me will kill?

  At the fel
low began to tremble lips, he sobbed, turned and escaped.

  Luchezar beat or did not beat the clerk, and remained to nobody not

  known. After a while Left appeared in the yard at a knesinka

  . Of course, it arrived not one, and at the sight of Plishki and Kanaon,

  accompanying it, brothers Dashing unostentatiously approached the mentor and

  settled nearby.

  Bandits dismounted the first. Luchezar descended with black,

  leaning on their shoulders as if heavy sick. It indeed looked

  no matter. Gray face, bloodshot eyes and pupils, as pin

  heads. Yesterday, having been left without maid. Left parted to itself powder, but

  threw into a bowl with wine not six grains as did looking for pleasure, and

  only one. Sometimes acted this way, wishing to urge on fruitless,

  the got confused thought. Or the body frightened of very heavy work. To a wolfhound

  it was necessary to see both, and he pricked up the ears at once. Luchezar

  only seemed weakened. Venn perfectly knew what price to it

  to tranquility. He observed more than once how the boyar was cut on amusing swords with

  several adolescents at once also got ready to drive away all. The team is nice, in

  which there are one-two similar fighters. And in a present state

  Luchezar was far more dangerous than usual...

  Left confused the bodyguard, having friendly smiled:

  - Hi, Wolfhound.

  Veins looked back, a look called up to himself Likhobor. The guy with

  readiness ran up. The wolfhound told it:

  - And to the boyar from me kind morning. Luchezar walked before them

  to and fro and cheerfully shook finger:

  - Stubborn you, Wolfhound. And me you count everything as the enemy, even to address

  directly you do not want. You offend, veins! I came not to swear at you here.

  I want to thank you. Thanks to tell that you about my honor forward

  my people took care. Those three fools noticed on a feast that to me

  the little girl it seems was pleasant. Decided to bring a present... You it is correct

  made that intercepted silly persons and to everyone poured. They say as if

  still someone was seen there, but you one were, correctly? I sent them,

  that from now on I was not dishonored... And where you took away the girl, the Wolfhound?

  I want to Peremolvitsya with it that did not harbor malice...

  The wolfhound answered, addressing still Likhobor:

  - Tell the boyar that the girl decided to serve the monarchess and will be at

  it until the monarchess leaves.

  - Here it that, - the boyar smiled. I see you through, told it

  look. Hid the maid. He is clever. Knesinkoy from me covered...

  For what you sent, them, the boyar, the Wolfhound thought meanwhile. Directly

  for opprobium? Or that you were shamed that to me to one three together the ridge not

  broke?

  Absolutely carefree smile at the boyar did not turn out. Durmanny powder

  did the part, leaving in a smile less human. Luchezar

  untied a zone burse and pulled out a long necklace. Having admired it at

  sunlight, Left stretched it to the junior bodyguard, knowing that

  the senior will not take all the same:

  - It to it. Let carries yes me good remembers. Likhobor promised

  to transfer.

  The necklace was what in Galirada gave to the girls impecunious

  beggars. On them there was almost gratuitous pitch extracted in vicinities

  cities. By the form she reminded amber, but, unlike it, easily

  melted. Also crumbled directly in hands. That is junk junk, but

  the craft thought did not know also here I will hold. Someone poured fusion into cunning

  also strung molds on a vein of cockerels, ducks and horses. Others, absolutely

  already swindlers, added sand, small forest garbage and dead insects -

  from ants to the fattened cockroaches caught in the next tavern.

  The cooled-down glybk split into the wrong pieces and successfully sold

  to ignorant strangers for the real native amber.

  When the boyar left away the yard, the Wolfhound turned a necklace in

  fingers also returned Likhobora: to you dadeno, you also hand.

  - Tell it that before washed up properly, - he advised the adolescent.

  - Why you never speak with the boyar? Only through someone? -

  curiously Likhobor asked.

  The wolfhound shrugged shoulders, thinking how to be. Here so directly to take and

  I do not like to throw out - passion supposedly of Luchezar and I am afraid, would not get to him

  to kill? Twins Left loved no more it. But hand-to-hand

  the fight with the boyar could dream the guys raised at a team

  unless in a bad dream. As! The hero from naivyatshy, at a knesov of a throne on

  the left hand stood! With it and here, in a campaign, the knesova will stays. It is imaginable

  whether from it, the leader, a paguba to expect? And most on it a sword it seems

  to sharpen?.

  While the Wolfhound deliberated, in a breast the small piece of coal, quickly smoldered

  inflamed in a flame. As always, veins fought to the last, endeavoring

  to stop an attack, and, as always, did not master. He hard sat down down to the ground, and

  Mouse with desperate shout it was started turning at it over the head.

  The wolfhound felt how the mouth is filled with blood, and felt beside

  knesinka. For some reason he knew well that a coma coma, and it about it

  illnesses the nobility was no need. It is IMPOSSIBLE. The wolfhound made over himself terrible

  effort, and cough receded. A miracle from those which are successful time in life.

  The wolfhound opened eyes and really saw over himself a knesinka.

  Spring eyes were two whirlpools of concern:

  - What there is with you, a Wolfhound? What is with you?. He rose to the feet and

  answered, not really hoping that the voice will sound in a human way:

  - Yes so, monarchess. Anything.

  The voice did not bring it, but in the opinion of a knesinka as though something

  slammed. It seemed, she wanted to start talking to it, but changed the mind and

  kept silent. And then turned and went away.

  The young monarchess stayed in Klyuchinke three more days, and during this time

  no quarrels between owners and guests took place. Anybody on anybody not

  began to askance, but whether it is necessary to say that before the departure of galiradets

  local girls, klyuchinsky and from swamps, went on forest footpaths not

  otherwise as accompanied by the father, brothers and the groom. Wolfhound strongly

  suspected that it was necessary to thank for it not Ketarna, and his bride,

  managed to whisper something on an ear of mother and to girlfriends. Then to the knesinka train

  came it is time to move further.

  The wolfhound already brought out of Serk's stable and looked how servants and eager

  assistants from velkh stacked in the vehicle bast a box with property

  madams. Work was in full swing when approached it to Ania and with it

  Ketarn for some reason hiding a hand behind the back.

  - You leave, - having greeted, spoke вельх. - Well, look,

  when by you happen.

  - Perhaps I will also glance, - the Wolfhound told. It seemed to it that for these

  several days Ketarn matured for about ten years. At least,

  turned from the pugnacious youth into the spravny young man.

  - Here, take for memory, - the son a threshing barn suddenly told it
. - That truly

  the road was not forgotten.

  Having taken out a hand because of a back, he stretched to the Wolfhound the dagger passed in a sheath.

  That, with a handle in the form of the gilded little man. Brought from the field

  battles at Three Hills.

  The wolfhound shook the head:

  - An expensive gift to otdarivat there is nothing. To Ania crafty glanced to it

  in eyes:

  - And you unless did not otdarit? Ketarn added:

  - Do not offend, take. I wanted to lift it on the good person... Hand

  to me will begin to burn down when I take out from a sheath.

  There is nothing to do, it was necessary to take and hang up on a belt. Wolfhound hardly

  coped with it when resolutely approached Ania it closely.

  Having reached, she embraced tall a vein for a neck, forced to bend down and,

  without hesitating of the staring people at all, strong kissed on a mouth.

  The dumbfounded Wolfhound looked over her head and met eyes with

  Ketarn. The jealous groom winked at it, and then conspiratorially smiled.

  The story invented by Luchezar was known by all. The truth - only they are three yes

  still, maybe, elder.

  To Ania receded on a half-step, and the Wolfhound asked her:

  - Necklace where?.

  The girl laughed, again forced to bend and told on an ear:

  - Presented to god Bolotny!.

  There was a time once. Rattled, blossomed... also passed.

  To both powers, and people the time comes to disappear.

  To the impenetrable bog the sunk Evil lies

  And the hero that at the price of the life carried away him in a chasm.

  What there was? When?. After a set of years

  Both the swamp, and memory were covered oblivion by ooze.

  Only it seems to people that the Evil is still torn to light:

  Still, speak, the bog bubbles at the nights.

  Still, speak, there, below, fight continues:

  Having ruthlessly squeezed an insatiable throat of the vampire,

  Still, speak, someone pays in posthumous destiny

  For remained to live, for tranquility of this world.

  11. 11. NOT THAT!

  Sivur from time immemorial was considered as the boundary river. Here came to an end

  possession of a galiradsky knes. Further to the most velimorsky Gate lasted

  the sumezhny lands inhabited by tribes, rendering tribute to nobody. Were