Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

  nestling on it and on twins.

  The wolfhound fell on hunkers near a knesinka, gave a hand and

  pulled out the arrow which got confused in a heavy cloth behind right from its suite

  shoulder. Then looked at the girl and suddenly spoke very quietly and

  absolutely quietly:

  - Do not cry, madam. It is not necessary to cry. Everything will be good.

  Knesinka found out only here that her face is entirely filled in not only

  then, but also tears.

  - I will be over there, - the Wolfhound told and shook the head aside

  rocky wall. - Likhoslav and Likhobor will sit with you, madam.

  Knesinka understood clearly what will immediately die as soon as it leaves

  also will leave it. She according to nodded and whispered as once on

  floor space:

  - Do not ruin yourself, the Wolfhound...

  - Yes, here still... - It unfastened from a belt and gave it a sheath with a dagger,

  thereby what was presented to it by grateful Ketarn. Blade more than two spans

  of maiden hands would descend for a small sword. To tell the truth, Elen

  Gluzdovna with it was dexterous no more, than with a board. But feeling twisted

  handle added confidence to palms, as usual at once and happens with

  all who are unusual to weapon. The wolfhound, actually, also wanted it.

  Some time behind a wall of a sanctuary the suspicious silence reigned...

  - They touch the person, and the person falls at once... - fateful

  by voice some young soldier uttered near wine. - Only will touch

  - and all stones right there thaw as oil...

  - They, it who? - the Wolfhound asked, pulling out from a nalucha in advance

  equipped (tied as its tribe) onions was expressed and undoing

  birch bark cover Tula. He thought at this time of where he could

  to get lost Mysh and whether there was no what to a small animal.

  - Ghosts... - half hesitating of own fear, murmured

  young man. The wolfhound did not begin to look back at him: also it was so clear that

  the jaw at the poor creature jumped. - They there already heroes, probably, all

  settled... One nadezha, sanctuary... Yes and, it seems, not our Gods,

  who will sort them...

  - Ghosts! - sniffed veins. - Who saw that ghosts shot from

  onions? Also cracked bushes when on the wood run?.

  And here Auchezarova also is not heard about why it is not visible smoke,

  definitely it was necessary to think.

  - And still, in my opinion, ghosts do not swear, - confusedly said another

  voice, and the Wolfhound learned White-headed. - I always thought, they, on the contrary...

  it is bent properly - and will leave. I heard one there, below... - Young

  the ratnik grinned. - As it kosterit some boat full of holes! I and that

  learned four words of new...

  Around frostily laughed.

  - Yes you, the brother, seemingly, surpassed ancient languages, - hemming in moustaches,

  assumed approached It is small - Ghosn. - Poe-kakovski though used foul language?

  White-headed answered with immense surprise:

  - Poe-solvennski!.

  From below, from the camp, the exulting shouts, far suddenly were heard

  flying in still night. The wolfhound listened and sorted something it seems

  "Found, found!.". So far he deliberated what it would mean, shouts

  were replaced by muffled grumble and abated absolutely.

  Trees began in one hundred steps from a sanctuary, and under them lay

  darkness, almost impenetrable for usual human eyes. Wolfhound

  got out through a crack between blocks, nestled a back on a stone and

  strained sight, peering at a gloom. Soldiers behind it whispered,

  groped charms under chain armors. Someone carefully asked:

  - You see something, veins?

  The wolfhound did not answer, but the left hand holding onions slowly spread

  up. He really distinguished the movement near a big pine,

  clasped with roots a granite ledge. To miss the mark at such distance it not

  was afraid, but the person could be someone from the, and the Wolfhound hesitated.

  Then hiding a little moved to the left, and veins considered on it

  a helmet a crest in the form of a rigid brush from a nalobnik to a nape. Just the same

  Ertan drew on the earth, telling about a helmet of times of the Last war,

  stored at her place. The wolfhound for a moment felt a chill in a stomach.

  Here any live soul did not carry two hundred years of similar helmets. Really

  after all there was a truth in cock-and-bull stories about the evil souls disturbed by someone in

  to depth of Kayeransky bogs?. Still he thought of whether he could be there, in

  to the wood, the kind person who for some reason got on an ancient helmet also decided that not

  could. The wolfhound did not like to shoot the sight and незнамо at whom, but,

  when under trees still shadows flashed, - lowered a bowstring. An arrow with

  struck with a wide head there where under a helmet the person was vaguely guessed, and

  at once it became clear that at a tree not the shade was concealed. The Silishcha at

  kind Vienna onions was terrible: lifted the person in a helmet from knees and

  overturned backwards. It swept downhill, with noise breaking bushes.

  His associates immediately nestled on the earth and undertook to shoot at the answer,

  but iron tips jumped aside from a stone, without doing anybody harm.

  Ratniki grabbed was for onions more young - to answer. The wolfhound heard,

  as the senior soldiers held unexperienced. What's the use at random to devastate

  quivers if no zga is all the same visible.

  He laid down down to the ground, being saved, and released some more arrows, trying

  to be only sure of the aim. One of "ghosts" and remained to stand under

  tree, nailed to a trunk: the operenny staff broke to it a neck.

  Another raised a howl, writhing between mossy stones. Long, ridge, as

  the nail, armor-piercing tip stitched chain armor links at it on a stomach.

  The others understood that they are seen, and with deaf roar directed forward.

  Small fortress admitted them closer and snapped arrows.

  The majority in the dark passed wide of the mark, but others got. In outlets

  the filled-up cracks there were skilled shooters able to beat with tied

  eyes - on a voice, on rustle of steps. Death of several people not

  stopped attackers. They reached stone walls and began to look for

  entrance, and someone was adjusted straight through a wall. Ruthless began

  slaughter in the dark.

  When business to hand-to-hand reached, the first appeared in time "ghost" is not enough not

  stepped on the Wolfhound who merged with darkness at a wall. Perhaps,

  the robber managed to be surprised when unknown force suddenly picked up him and

  led round, forced to bend down clumsily - and from everything to scattering

  burst the head in a stone. The wolfhound pulled out a sword from a sheath and grabbed with

  following.

  Here also, probably, here the last soldiers fought two hundred years ago

  ancient tribes, laid over from all directions by Gurtsat's mercenaries

  Damned in helmets with shchetinisty crests. And in walls took cover

  the small children, old men and priests who were in vain calling Gods...

  The wolfhound demolished the head to the opponent and thought that he battles also

  for them.

  In a board wh
ich was held over the head by a knesinka was thrust a little

  arrows, and one more entered the earth, having pierced edge of a poneva. Then, loudly

  demanding the doctor, ran up huge сегван and brought on the wounded hands.

  Illad immediately got out from under a board, inflated thrust to the earth головню and

  was engaged in the ripped-up guy's hip, without caring at all that to him could

  to threaten death. Knesinka looked at the halisunets who was efficiently tightening

  plait. Then on the wounded soldier who caught her eye and tried

  to encouragingly smile to it white as flour, the lips warped from pain.

  People went on torments and death for the sake of it. It it is safe

  reached to the groom. Which, never in life of types, it with all the heart

  hated...

  Then she remembered again the dream in which her faithful bodyguard

  receded, moving back, on a stony track, on both sides of compressed gray

  rocks, receded, battling against someone invisible... Then, in a dream, it

  tried to help it than could. Did not sit out in safety, so far

  others fought to death. Probably, then she just has no place more

  to disappear. And all bravery. Or the matter is that in a dream how was

  terribly, really nevertheless you do not perish?.

  Fight lasted still in a gloom. Neither that nor others began to make

  torches. "Ghosts" stubborn clung to a mask of otherworldly beings.

  Though all already understood that it were quite ordinary people, for greater to fear

  the got-on ancient armor found in Kayeranakh. Besieged not

  wished to open for attackers the number and to attract in vain

  attention of enemy Sagittariuses...

  The wolfhound turned under a wall, ruthlessly using benefits of the

  sight, the Nice sword for the first time bared by it for the real fight washed

  blood on the crosspiece. He loved forest murderers no more most

  Wolfhound.

  Soon enough veins found out that robbers saw in the dark hardly

  worse it, only somehow differently. At once noticed the movement, and hidden

  the person could be passed. Here, so, why that did not make out it

  the first to which it thrust an arrow under a visor. The wolfhound span

  top, trying to delay on itself more enemies. He understood that in

  to crowd hand-to-hand all of them will hardly begin to shoot, and time so,

  let will try to reach it. How many to the people can attack at once

  on one person? Three four, it is no more. Otherwise will only prevent

  each other. So, if Wuchang to beat off four, will not be given and

  forty. The wolfhound allowed to take himself in a ring and went to write out a sword

  intricate pretzel. Swords and a spear of "ghosts" slid on its blade,

  and their owners were rolled away away and, sometimes, could not get up any more.

  The wolfhound managed to be convinced that his numerous rivals at all not

  shone with special fighting skill. The nobility, too got used to attack

  unawares and to cut sleeping, without meeting serious repulse. Against

  the single like the Wolfhound could stick to similar troops, yet not

  will fall for fatigue. And to knock down him thus it was very difficult.

  If the little gray-haired woman suddenly left on the burro to

  to the thrown sanctuary, she would begin to be proud of the capable pupil?. Or

  again would reproach it for the fact that it dealt shortly with enemies, without waiting,

  so far they will understand something and will decide to change the life?.

  Time definitely moved for two centuries ago. Shadows long ago dead

  floated through darkness, peering into those who disturbed their dream. Around

  dwellings of Gods fierce night fight, only this time to soldiers was humming again in

  grebnisty helmets it was not succeeded to pull out an easy victory, it did not happen

  to amuse at defenseless. In a sanctuary defended severe and very much

  the quiet people who were not considering themselves fateful at all. Unlike

  to the ancient tribe, they strong hoped to stand.

  - Keep!. - the Wolfhound heard suddenly. He looked back to shout and saw

  warrior Ertan.

  The desperate maid was cut through to it to the aid, having solved - if surrounded,

  means, affairs are bad. She acted with a sword very skillfully and with that

  selfless rage for which velkh since ancient times were famous. Ring

  attackers truly broke up. Ertan was already two steps away from the Wolfhound and

  almost saved it when someone threw in it a knife. Venn was with another

  the party also could not keep up it on revenue. Ertan silently threw up a hand to

  also began to settle breasts down to the ground. Robbers started finishing, but the Wolfhound

  already was above the warrior, and its long sword weaved in air

  funeral shrouds to anything who was selected too close. Ertan,

  gritting the teeth, endeavored to rise, but nothing left.

  - Run, - she croaked. - Run. A wolfhound, without answering, raked up it

  free hand also lifted from the earth, having managed to feel as a palm the knife handle.

  - Keep!. - it began to roar on-velkhski. - Too invented, to die!

  Ertan tried to clasp it for a neck. From pain and faintness fingers

  at first were absolutely wadded, then got stronger a little. Ertan shook, but

  somehow rearranged legs. Robbers immediately imposed them, precisely wolves

  to steam of elks who covered with wounds legs on a spring crust. The wolfhound began quietly

  to swear through clenched teeth: now to it had really a rough time.

  Ertan half hung on his hand, having buried it in a shoulder the head. At

  it blood flowed from a mouth, he felt how dense hot moisture

  it was absorbed in a leather cover. After all the Wolfhound broke through to the southern entrance in

  sanctuary, and there heard its voice. Fearless guys immediately jumped out

  outside, covered both. The wolfhound wiped a sword about a boot and put it in a sheath.

  Hands Ertan were powerlessly unclenched at him on a neck. Venn picked up it - very much

  carefully, not to move a knife. He brought the girl inside and looked

  Illad's eyes. Someone ran up to it to accept wounded. Wolfhound

  turned the head and saw a knesinka about which followed

  brothers Dashing.

  It appears, the young monarchess managed to put servants to help

  to the doctor herself also did not lag behind them, taking away crippled and taking away them under

  protection of a wall. Nearby two who contrived to get from the outside - both rolled in

  grebnisty helmets and ancient bibs. One was killed with blow of fighting

  knife under a chin. The Wolfhound personally trained in this blow twins, in

  Galirade of it was not known. To other robber, seemingly, sypanut hot

  coals in a face and that for a moment dumbfounded. That at the nurse amusing

  talk of the guy tormented with pain, rolled up by a rag a palm; old woman

  terribly was proud of something.

  - Do not remember dashing, a ban-riona, - slowly, others deep voice

  Ertan uttered. - I leave. Gellama... He waits...

  - Too to me, gathered, - the Wolfhound sniffed. It lowered the girl down to the ground,

  seated, leaning against a sacrificial stone, and began to cut leather carefully

  jacket. Knesinka kneelt nearby, carefully supporting tending

  head Ertan. On her cheeks tears ran again: it seemed to it, life nice
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br />   velkhinka just about will expire at it between fingers, like running water. As

  to hold?.

  At this time near them began to move crippled, appeared

  White-headed. Being тестомес cruelly suffered: he lost in battle

  an eye, and the head were pulled together by a bloody bandage, but under the escaped eye still

  signs of quite fresh bruise were seen. This bruise as far as was

  it is known to the Wolfhound, the solvenn for an excessive heat was welcomed by Ertan.

  White-headed threw a cursory glance on the breast blood it bared, covered,

  stretched disobedient lips in a predatory grin and declared:

  - And I not for nothing was hit in a muzzle, knew probably where I pulled hands. See,

  what beauty hid!

  Illad greased with something transparent skin around a knife, applied fingers

  lower wounds and began to listen to heart.

  - The main thing - the tit is whole, - with skill judged been from

  darkness Aptakhar. - To you, the maid, twenty children it is necessary to give rise, then already

  to die.

  Ertan raised a hand, tried to shake at them a fist and lost

  consciousness.

  It was not much more attackers, than besieged, and at some point

  those surely understood that they will beat off. Understood it and robbers. From below, with

  coast, the horn sounded, and the Wolfhound remembered the story Ertan at once about

  adventures of the grandfather and about a sepulchral horn in which could not at all

  to blow the living person. The sound deaf and ominous, really went as

  as if from under the earth. From it on a back goosebumps, and the Wolfhound ran

  thought of why robbers did not sound in the same way in most

  the beginning most true to frighten. To reflect especially on this subject to it

  was once, but the only explanation which was on mind appeared

  unfavourable.

  They needed a knesinka...

  And they guessed or simply knew that at it people consisted,

  which without arguing will grab weapon. And without fight will not give the

  madam not that to some there nasty spirits long ago the died villains -

  though to Dark Gods, take in head to be suddenly those behind it.

  The wolfhound bent down over the killed robber, glanced in dead eyes.

  Indeed. On it, precisely two bottomless ice-holes in winter ice, looked