that the angry passerby will offend.
- Let it will be made kind to the Primogenitor, - the leader proclaimed.
The wolfhound very seldom attacked the first. He was motionless also now,
expecting what will be. Here Iterskel slowly moved sideways, somehow
пьяновато being broken out, moving shoulders, unexpectedly squatting, nearly
being going to fall, being corrected already at the earth. Flowed, it was rolled
from place to place. Played. Fine animal, full and strong. If in not
God's Court, it, truly, besides would offend the rival, compelling it to
to precipitate actions. And so - just confused. Forced to look in
all eyes also to guess where it, mobile as the mercury drop, shatntsya in
next instant. Iterskel still with might and main smiled and danced, planned a body
some movement, when muscles on a shoulder and on the right side of a breast
sharply became swollen, hardening in knots, and a fist the size in a cheese and
the weight of half-pood floated forward, marking the Wolfhound under a sigh. To death!
As always in such cases, time began to flow for a vein
very slowly. He managed to think that Iterskel precisely without big
work could break a fist a board wall. To allow to concern itself -
notorious death. The wolfhound receded on a half-step aside, passing
the flying fist by and slightly taking away it away the right palm.
Turn on the left leg. Already both hands pick up Iterskel's fist,
failed in emptiness. Smoothly forward, then up. "Gratitude
To the earth". Approximately that that he explained on the bank of Sveta’si to a knesinka and
to brothers Dashing. It seems, they one also managed to consider something and
to understand. Because at the very least knew HOW to look. And where.
"Gratitude to Earth" took approximately so much time how many it is necessary,
that quietly fragile heart knocked three times.
The majority of galiradets and haryuka saw only the bystry movement,
concordant turn of two half-naked bodies, for an instant as if started turning in
friendly dance. Then Iterskel was suddenly bent, being filled up back,
hoarsely shouted from unexpected pain, lost balance and crashed down
backwards. It already fell when the Wolfhound let out him, directing around
противосолонь and away from. Some unbending korchemny athlete,
perhaps, seriously пришиб ridge. The dexterous and bystry hunter swept
Kolobok and at once jumped.
Audience sighed. Someone with relief, someone it is dissatisfied. Very much
quickly everything came to an end. And you the beaten-out teeth, bloody potek. On
what to watch?
- My person won! - loudly the knesinka told. Instantly
Iterskel who flew up on legs stood just on the third line most
distant from the middle. One leg inside, another outside. But both are out of
cloths. He ran. Iterskel looked down, then at the Wolfhound, and
the beautiful young face was disfigured by hatred. Anybody still so with it not
arrived. That it!. Ran!.
Yes never!.
Karril slowly shook the head, frowning dense eyebrows.
- Your person did not win, - he told a knesinka. - Our fighter
slipped. I saw. It was accident. It is necessary to repeat a duel.
A half of ugryumets began to nod the heads now, agreeing with the leader.
The others were not slow to join.
- Whether there are accidents when the God's Court is made? - asked
knesinka of Elen.
- There is no accident - - the leader told. - You are right, light madam, I
chose not the best word. The primogenitor from time to time sends us
temptation to test and strengthen our belief. If your person not
is afraid, let will repeat a duel.
The wolfhound shrugged shoulders. He was not afraid. And Iterskel, what dobra,
after that will get into a loop. The wolfhound did not want at all that young
роннан climbed in a loop. There was no wish to it and to mutilate the nice good fellow. And
however, the adult guy, itself prt, itself and will run. Let properly
the following time thinks before undertaking to defend someone's execution.
The son of Wild Berry one jump flew back on a cloth. The second
jump he rushed on the Wolfhound. Already without any circulations in a squating position and,
it is clear, without smile. Will gobble up, will swallow and will not spit out bones. And witch
here absolutely at anything.
This time he cried at once.
There was no concordant dance of two bodies, there were no uvorot and bystry dives.
The wolfhound did not move a little. And stood, having taken roots in the middle
panels it is tenacious the placed legs. And Iterskel danced again, only
at all not as in the beginning. And against the will. He stood on tiptoe,
painfully tripping, suspended, as on Coca, on own
to unnaturally straightened hand, - one shoulder is higher than another. It
generally could touch a vein free or legs. Technically, as
Tilorn would be expressed. But did not even try: had no time for that. Who not
tested on the skin, to that not to understand how the world is reduced,
shrinking up to the place size where hurts. The wolfhound held with two hands
several his fingers which are very painfully curved outside. And it is strict
watched that Iterskel could not be released.
It did everything slowly. Unclenched the left hand. Put it Iterskela on
elbow. "The gold cat is enough a striped mouse". Why striped, knew
one Mother Kendarat. Led the caught Iterskelu's hand for a back, and poured
by iron power роннан it was obediently bent, escaping from pain. It shivered and
it was knocked in knees by the person. Conduct it so though to Galirad, and let
will try to peep. The wolfhound forced it to step on edge of a cloth,
released and without special inventions pushed a leg to the back. To keep standing was
not in human forces, and Iterskel did not keep. When returned to it
the feeling of top and bottom, his head was in the third line. In total
the rest - outside. He ran.
Galiradtsa greeting rustled. Even some Luchezarovichi from
younger. And velimorets to whom, apparently, at all business was not to
vein, to the sorcerer.
- My person won! - the knesinka rose. - Now nobody can
to tell that it left incidentally.
- We do not declare as his winner! - The leader Karril killed rigid
palm on the chair armrest which is cut out in the form of a forepaw
bear. - Forgive, light madam, but your person is not able to fight so,
as it decently to the man! He is afraid of blows and turns aside, precisely
coward woman. Let fights as a real man or clears off, conceding
victory to the one who is more brave!
If Iterskel did not get used to roll a nose in dust in the face of the people, then
and the knesinka did not get used to the similar address at all. It seemed to it
offensive to follow the tastes of the elder of a forest folk which it is stubborn not
wished to recognize the son won and to release while the going is good
the woman who already is twice acquitted with Gods. It is a little more, and this leader
will take in head to shout at it, the successor of the galiradsky power!. Елень
Gluzdovna almost decided to set the soldiers forward. Ye
s. So it now and
will arrive. Let will take away both, a lekarka and the boy. And Wolfhound
oboronit...
The envoy Dungorm respectfully bent to her ear:
- I marvel to your endurance and I admire tranquility, the monarchess.
The few governors would resist temptation to terminate business by force. Not at
many there is enough wisdom to convince of the correctness when there are swords.
The wolfhound of these words did not hear, but that without wishing responded on them.
- Well, - he told. - I will not turn aside. Also smiled. Very much
unpleasant and bad smile, showing the beaten-out tooth. Knesinka,
in time to see enough of it, an interior understood that it was better than Karrilu not
to insist on the third sshibka for the son.
- Let will be your way, the leader, - she spoke, trying that in
voice the banging its fever did not sound. She so was afraid for the issue of the combat,
as if here, on a glade, its fate, her life or death was decided. -
Let fight as your law orders, time to you so not to liking ours
military art. But at first tell, the leader whether you that agree
the last fight took place and solved for all three? Not that you, I fear,
you will look at the sun and you will tell that it stands too low and cannot
to consecrate true court...
The elder of ronnan looked at the sun, then on the son and inclined
head:
- Yes there will be so, light madam.
The sorcerer and her fellow absolutely ceased to breathe. Desperate hope that
was shown to them, again died away, and the gloom crawled. Having embraced, they not
took eyes from the Wolfhound.
... And for the third time Iterskel stepped into a cloth. Stepped carefully as
on thin ice, bearing in mind former two failures. Though all this any more not
had values. Now at marked the nose will jump out of a nape. And teeth,
how many remained, will get lost in a grass. Honest fist! And any babsky
subterfuges. A breast on a breast! And already for the next day Iterskel himself will believe that an outcome
the first two сшибок it was truly casual.
The wolfhound did not wish to attack again. Young роннан tried
to push aside it to edge of a panel. It did not turn out. Then Iterskel started
deceptive blow. It threatened left to be protected in a groin that lowered hands. And
here right, squeezed in a terrible fist, a lightning rose up -
to flatten out the person. Iterskel almost already felt how it is fragile break
bones as sticky blood whips as pliable porridge flesh parts.
Almost saw gray-green eyes senseless, rolled up. Still
he attacked a usual velkhsky raid which the stranger quite could
somewhere to dawn. And this blow was known only in its sort. And even at
the elder brother was impossible as well, as to him, Iterskel.
The hand of the Wolfhound met his hand on the middle of a way. The sound was such,
as if two strong sticks wrapped in a wet rag broke. It
all glade, to a man heard.
When month after month you push before yourself nestru-gany, be it
it is damned, a log in arshin by thickness, you push with the chained hands hard
the lever of the collar pumping water from the underground river, a collar, in which
to put a rough legged heavy truck, you push one, for yourself and for
workmate, weak-chested expert on distinguished poems... Here hands or at all
will fall off, or will find cobbled hardness.
Iterskel was also enough from scope a forearm as if on a stone edge. And
it was tumbled down on knees, without having realized plainly yet that broke a hand about it
edge.
- Leave a cloth, - the Wolfhound quietly told it. - I do not want to cripple
you.
- Get up, the son! - lashed the leader's voice. Iterskel silently rose.
The wolfhound saw such look at even strong animal who scented that behind
break.
- Leave, - repeated veins. - Not for a good deed rose.
The left hand of Iterskel was thrown quicker than the jumping snake. It marked
to point a finger a vein at an eye and to finish off it almost the same as that
once - the supervisor Volk. Punishment followed immediately, only
now the Wolfhound used also the knee which struck under an elbow.
Deafening pain extinguished Iterskel's consciousness... To fall the Wolfhound to it not
allowed. Having caught ugryumets for a belt, it not without strain tore off it from the earth,
carried by on edge of a cloth and threw out for the third line. Threw out ruthlessly.
The become soft body convulsively moved, awkwardly having fallen down the killed hand.
The second, dislocated in two places, stuck out a dead wing. Leader Karril
seized throne armrests, looking at what left from his handsome
son ruthless stranger.
- My person won, - the knesinka of Elen told. Anybody any more not
wished it to object. The God's Court was made.
The sun drooped, concerning forest tops. Bride's train again
moved forward on Staraya Road. Ugryumtsa did not show offenses. And in
justice of court did not doubt. At least aloud. But
said goodbye to galiradets and a knesinka without any love. Big-eyed
young soldiers even considered what somewhere there stood in wattled
baskets something food and, judging by a smell, tasty. But to an entertainment,
which was supposed to note exile of spirit of the sorcerer, the turn did not reach.
The forest tribe disappeared in a thicket, was dissolved in it, as well as there was no it.
Probably, now long will not lean out though the Tsar Sun by them
pass.
- Not much also lost! - unanimously declared It is small - Ghosn and Ertan,
beginning Pomala to come to life. - Boggy, fie!. What to take from them!
The rest, without excluding also the Wolfhound, it was uncomfortable. So
you feel when, having glanced to the unfamiliar house, you find ugly
quarrel. It seems and at anything you, and at heart it is disgusting.
It was decided to go this day late: attacks of haryuk not really
were afraid, simply... it was just like that better, and all.
Young ratnik approached with intention to pat the Wolfhound shoulder, but,
having been a row, the intention was left ("you... yes... it... great
you are it!. Well..."). The wolfhound gloomy kept silent. Happen to it anew
to be at war with Iterskel, he would do the same. Without hesitation.
The woman with the boy survived. It was good. It is more than nothing
good it did not find in the incident. And in general all this was not pleasant to it.
- You will teach me when we begin to live in Velimor? - asked
knesinka of Elen. He answered:
- As you will wish, madam. The girl hung the head, thought.
- You are not a chelyadinets to me, the Wolfhound, - she unexpectedly told. - You
you can remain there at me, and you can leave. You will leave, and?
From where was to know a vein what efforts cost it these words. But
uttered, and such gloomy horror pulled hard, - and here will take yes
the told wordswill turn out to be true!. - that a knesinka, precisely escaping,
grasped a hand of the Wolfhound. And only then realized hasty
to bend down, correcting allegedly got off boot.
The bodyguard answered quietly and simply:
- As
for you it will be better, and we will make, madam. The girl forced
itself to take away a hand and decided to change the topic:
- And here tell, it is possible to win against you in general? Or what?
The wolfhound smiled. Absolutely differently, than on a glade. Twins greedy
listened, keeping behind. Sometime and they will fight not worse
mentor.
- Still as it is possible, madam, - the Wolfhound told.
He a share traveled together with Kahn-Kendarat, the Priestess Bogini Miloserdiya
also did not think to demand a payment from those to whom helped, but to gifts
was not to the translation. And all in the way but to live the parasite Volkodav
refused. He considered himself husband's, obliged to feed and the companion, and
. When they stopped somewhere, it from skin climbed, trying
to be employed though by the bouncer in tavern. And even in the dirtiest roadside
sakkaremsky tavern it could be made not differently as soon as having thrown out
already employed молодив. Oh it also came crawling nearly on all fours to
Mothers Kendarat. "How it it me? Explain..."
- And this... Iterskel... it could too? - anew shuddering, asked
knesinka of Elen.
- No, madam. This could not.
- I was at the now and on the road listened what people speak about, -
Dungorm walking at a vehicle side interfered. - Half of army
swears that would be quit with that young man also easily. Unless supposedly
would not wind it backwards-forward, and laid at once.
- Ha! - catlike the grandma Haygal governing sniffed from the seat
horse. - As tells my people when the eagle already carried away a kid, everyone
will tell you that could hit it.
Dungorm with interest raised on it eyes, something thinking.
The wolfhound kept silent, and the knesinka used his silence that
again to touch the bodyguard by a hand;
- It so? What you will tell?
The wolfhound shook the head and answered without special hunting, but is honest:
- For velimorets it will not be charged, but in your army, the monarchess, it
would spoil almost any. Except five-six army and yours
relative, Luchezar Luginich. It was so stronger than me,
as far as I - am stronger than the woman.
- But-but, not really there, - the dissatisfied voice Ertan was distributed from the vehicle.
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