hiding among themselves the madam.
They were over the middle of the Obstacle when a knesinka, still persistently
looking down, saw blood on dosochka. Blood of the brave guy, expensively
paid for rescue of the old woman Haygal, and with it and the young monarchess.
Fortunately, quivers at robbers appeared not bottomless, and they any more not
could sweep the bridge such iron broom as in the beginning. But now they
aimed much more carefully than former.
Knesinka saw how something imperceptibly flashed approximately at the level
her knees, and on a leg of Likhobor who was going ahead deep was opened
red crack from which now blood scattered a stream. Young
the bodyguard sighed and stumbled, and it appeared enough. Leg,
become suddenly the stranger, helplessly broke. Likhobor released ropes
the bridge, lost balance on boards, slippery from blood, and fell out
outside.
... Later the knesinka could not remember how it
got ready to fall prone, being enough it the hand which was already disappearing behind edge
very narrow flooring. Her fingers just incapable properly
to grasp a rope, were closed on Likhobor's wrist and stiffened in
to death grip. Once, in far other life when the Wolfhound learned
to receptions Caen-kiro, she was annoyed and was angry: fingers, you see not
was enough even simply to clasp a male sinewy hand, where there to hold.
And here seized - it seems tear off. Likhobor tried to undertake a free hand
for boards, but the palm slid off. Knesinka saw its white, turned
up the person with the had a snack lip. One more arrow was thrust in its wounded
leg also remained to stick out. Streams of blood flew on a boot. And below
the foggy haze was shaken, were shown and predatory stone vanished
teeth...
Likhobor suddenly dodged all over and bit it by a hand. Knesinka
cried with despair and pain, understanding why it it. made, but fingers
did not open. After all it, probably, would hold on not for long, but
help appeared in time: by her face, having scratched rigid sleeves a cheek,
other, much stronger hands were stretched, seized the guy for
the collar and in a trice was dragged out upward. Men dragged Likhobor forward. It
the brother put a knesinka on legs and strong pressed to himself, alone
covering from arrows. She saw how operenny death was stuck in a flooring,
whistled between ropes... Then instead of boards under legs began to creak
crushed stone, and Likhoslav dragged a knesinka away from the open place, at once for
rocks.
The suffered much nurse threw the arms round a neck to the pupil:
- Baby!. Baby, live...
Behind the back of Haygal there were two mountaineers-ichendara, swarty, broad-shouldered, with
eagle feathers in hair. Knesinka suddenly bethought, growing cold,
began to look around, rummage eyes among saved:
- And where Wolfhound?. It was not.
- It remained, madam, - Likhobor lying on the earth told. Illad
drew to it a plait a hip, stopping a wound. - He told, those
will get on the bridge, so it will not let them.
At a knesinka as though again under legs the Obstacle, and soul yawned with
bird's shout broke down, through stinking fog, in a stone mouth,
in the bubbling non-existence. Elen Gluzdovna silently gasped and rushed because of
rocks back, on a track, on the bridge, through the bridge, there, where for the sake of it perished
person, only on this earth. It will return to it that... It...
Likhoslav, clear, did not allow to make any nonsense. In a moment caught up,
сшиб from legs also pressed to a boulder, and over the knesinka head immediately sang
slightly the late arrow. The girl escaped and cried, but with mighty
the guy to cope it was difficult. Likhoslav gloomy and silently dragged it back
to the shelter. And then told, probably, the only thing that could it
to make sober:
- The wolfhound not then there remained, madam. Here then knesinka
remembered the dream. It would be better for it not to remember it at all.
The wolfhound did not doubt at all that sensible twins and without him
will preserve a knesinka on the bridge, - at least as that guy, at the price of own
lives. But whether here will manage to allow ichendara of robbers for a crossing,
if those rush through the Obstacle? As far as he understood, two hundred years later
Gurtsat Zhestoky mountaineers had to deal more and more with excessively
curious travelers yes with the young Vinitar who had visible,
some concepts about honor. But to beat off robbers, firmly
intended to pass? From the burned murderers of Zhadoby?. Whether there are a lot of soldiers in
to mountain outpost on that coast? And as the bridge whether it is possible it in is attached
case of danger it is easy to drop down? On it the party, in any case
ropes were coordinated tightly. The sensible mind prompted that ichendara
were simply obliged to provide something. Life, however, for a long time
convinced the beaten convict what to rely on someone's sensible mind -
business is very unreliable. You do not know for certain - track.
Here it was also going to track everything. He settled at one of
the stones holding bridge ropes. If has absolutely a rough time, it will be possible
to reach and chop them a sword. The wolfhound was covered with a board, escaping from
the arrows which thinned, but from it not less killing. Also called
Aptakhar who sat down under the next boulder:
- And you that?.
Segvan shrugged shoulders, grinning:
- Well as...
He was a foreman, so, like the father to young guys over whom
his galiradsky thinking men put. The last business would be to throw
children, easier most to remain to death.
The escaped ratnik, the majority in blood, began to be slipped with different
the parties to an entrance on the bridge. The first reached boulders four velkh, and
between Ertan who them - is unsteady, but still not broken. Then
several solvenn led by Deksha appeared in time. Deksha hard leaned
on the axe, all toporishche which it was black from blood. The wolfhound looked
on it also caught itself on what, surprising business, endured for
it is more former testomes, than for others. Be at it though a little
time, he would understand why. Poets in general cannot be allowed there where
give wounds and take away life. Because the people give birth to poets not everyone
year. To battle, there are people not remarkable.
Such, as he.
The wolfhound looked back to the bridge, then to the rock where Sagittariuses sat down,
holding the bridge on a sight. When the knesinka left on that party, it
half devastated a quiver, frightening these Sagittariuses, and someone managed
to send to the Obstacle.
- Take away people, - he told Dekshe. - Knesinka already there. Give we
let's cover!
Who knows, maybe, they would also be successful one more break through the bridge. But in it
the robbers who for a while left besieged alone heard time
new order of the leader. They almost stopped firing, then somewhere
behind rocks the horn, and the roaring crowd of soldiers in birch bark shortly bellowed
masks from the different pa
rties rushed to finish the last defenders
crossings. It was not necessary to doubt their intentions. They counted
to crumple galiradets and uniform spirit to fly by through the bridge. To fly by what
kind, still before there think and will untie ropes... Speed and
was not to occupy bravery by him.
- Ruby!. - the Wolfhound cried. And itself, having reached, slashed with the end
sword on elastic smooth fibers. Black wattled locks broke up,
being wrapped outside. The bridge sighed and began to creak, hard warping.
Deksha who was active on the other hand slightly was late, but his blow appeared
even more successfully: the axe on a long handle loudly clanked about a stone, one
having split with a move a thick rope. The blow was painfully given in the wounded head
young foreman. Deksha fainted, dropped the axe and itself fell down
afterwards - thanks, friends picked up. But business was made. Elastic
the black string flew away, свиваясь as the beheaded snake, the bridge slowly
shook, the dispersed flooring hung as a priestly necklace. Wolfhound
aimed to rubanut once again, but the rope here cut did not sustain,
hair locks began to creep away and burst, and at last the bridge
inevitably went down, having waved at parting as if blown by wind
wet bench hammer. Fog shreds began to whirl about, seeing off it weeds. Long
the panel of a flooring lashed rocks as a lash, fragments of boards with a crash
scattered in different directions and were gone below.
Now truly everything was made.
Galiradtsa with might and main were already cut with the pressed enemies, without allowing them
to an entrance on the bridge, to helpless wounded. But here the bridge failed, and
robbers in some confusion otkachnutsya back. Desired production
finally escaped them and to climb on swords of the galiradets fighting with
the last rage of suicide bombers, it seems, there was no need. That is they,
of course, will not give up and now will get again, but it is more from revenge. And that
will do without hand-to-hand - will rise around and slowly will shoot for the sake of
entertainments. Or will try to grab alive properly to amuse
finally...
- Well is not present! - pressing a palm a sticky spot on a shirt, separately
Ertan uttered. - Me they will not receive!
The warrior sat on the very brink of an abyss, having lowered legs down. To fight
it could not any more, there were no forces. But to make the one and only movement by it
nobody will prevent. Looking at a velkhinka, other wounded who could, too
began to creep closer to the Obstacle. And if carries and it will be possible still
the razboynichka with itself to drag away...
The few ratnik who are torn up to pieces and blood-stained, but still
capable to hold swords in hand, hid behind boards and prepared
it is expensive to sell the life.
- Well, brother of veins... - Aptakhar told. And right there deafly sighed,
having sobbed from pain. The wolfhound krutanutsya on the place: сегван stood rooted to the ground and
stupidly looked at the right hand, precisely the razor cut off in an elbow. From
wounds frequent pushes blood poured out. Under legs at Aptakhar rolled
the long arrow topped with sharply perfected iron half moon width
nearly in a span. Having spoiled the person, the arrow hit in a stone and
jumped aside. Get it into a neck, the head would be left. The wolfhound understood that
shaken сегван and will stand, will not fall down the dead yet.
- Cover!. - it began to roar and jumped up to Aptakhar. In a trice knocked down him
down to the ground, intercepted a sword edge long ties of his boots and drew
them a hand of the friend is lower than a shoulder. And with relief saw how carrying away ran low
life crimson stream.
- For... why... - without coping with the jumping jaw, said
Aptakhar. He looked at the hand rolling separately from a body. - All...
equally...
The wolfhound did not begin it to say that to roll down in the Obstacle they differently
will be in time; There was no place to wait for Disposal, but the illusive hope lives slightly
not longer than the person. Venn saw too many terrible death,
happened because that someone was late all for a moment. Means, it is necessary
to try to buy this moment. He removed a board and covered with it
the writhed segvan. Put down to the ground onions, Toole unfastened... It interior
felt that robbers just about will direct forward.
Now, when there was no Mal-Gony, and Deksha and Aptakhar on
legs did not keep, ratnik necessarily began to glance at the Wolfhound,
seeing in it the senior.
- Be not got involved without need, - he muttered looking at it
to good fellows. Then rose in all growth and met halfway
to robbers, grinning in a terrible grin and on the run pulling out from
sheath fighting knife. It was similar to death. Incredibly aggravated
sight he saw all of them including the Sagittariuses who were dumbfounded from
terrible impudence of the madman who left to die alone.
- Well?. - the Wolfhound began to roar. - Who?!.
Others claimed then as if thuggish troops, several tens
the person, moved back before him. So far people of Zhadoby something thought, it
rushed forward. Also covered the last six steps with one animal jump.
There, where it stood a moment ago, time stuck several arrows.
One more went to heaven to fall far behind the Obstacle: when shooter
already pulled a bowstring, from yellowish shreds of fog came up winged
the black small animal and with furious shout was said to it directly. The robber dropped
onions were also bent, clamping palms the torn apart eye-socket.
The wolfhound did not seem similar to death any more. It was death. It killed
all whom could concern a sword, a knife, an elbow, a leg. They were not in time
to get it, to oboronitsya. They were spravny soldiers, but veins
moved so that an eye could not follow. Also killed. Killed.
To it it did not happen here so, to use without the rest everything, long ago on
that it was capable. And it does not happen any more. Because this fight was
the last. Because there was an account to the last moments of life. Because
The song of Death after all will be finished singing. Also it is finished so singing that to ancestors not
it is necessary to be ashamed.
Uninvited Guest, everywhere your trace,
But here you do not learn victories for ever.
Raskinuty wings the break is lifeless,
But the dead eagle remains an eagle...
It could not last long because human forces not
are boundless. But so far it lasted...
The uninvited Guest, you hear my laughter?
To be afraid of you is after all a sin,
Nobody will drop the scared eyes,
And the sun in the sky will ascend also without us...
The wolfhound reached what wanted: robbers, let for a while, left
remaining galiradets and necessarily were engaged in the person who even not
battled against them, - which simply KILLED them. They already understood that in
hand-to-hand you will not take it and ten together. Also moved in the parties,
releasing space to shooters. The wolfhound burst out laughing him in a face a
nd
beat off arrows a sword. It burned down, but they did not know about it. It did not become
to wait until they decide how by it to be farther, and it was again thrown in most
thick.
How long over us blue burns,
Only Life, but not death will be the rights,
For ever and ever to you not to happen to the yard,
The uninvited Guest, on our feast!
He knew a certain limit, having passed which it was already difficult to return and
it was necessary only to exhaust itself as torn by an excessive gallop
horse. He crossed this limit long ago. Return will not be. Thanks to you,
pradedovsky blade, and farewell. Do not judge strictly, Mother Kendarat...
While my sword it is necessary me sings
And the spirit did not forget what is weeds,
I will go, causing on fight,
The uninvited Guest, - laughing at you!
Robbers started over again shooting at it. Already without analysis, getting
mostly on the. Not really they also valued with each other. They
were close to despair, to superstitious fear. It is a little more, and they,
probably, trembled. Who could expect that he at галирадиев will appear at
to the demon against whom just right was to stock up with weapon from silver?.
Ertan the first started singing something on-velkhski, was removed from the brink of a precipice
and hardly rose to the feet. No, they will not receive it at all. But will leave
it not as gathered in the beginning.
Unknown force picked up solvenn, velkh, segvan, lifted
with the earth also conducted them forward. There, where could wait only for death. But they
felt like winners. They them also were. And when they сшиблись with
robbers, they could - all.
But at this time behind rocks where remained to lie on the plain
the killed velimorets, the horn heart-rendingly cried. It was the appeal even not to
to retreat - to immediate flight, desperate and hopeless. And
robbers did not begin to hesitate. Got used to attack quickly and so quickly
to be on the lam, they rushed away with quickness of vspugnuty rats. They not
paid attention to expensive weapon lying on the earth, jumped
through the wounded trying to grab by legs of running. The horn cried out
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