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by Darrell Guidry


  that came it is time for them to save the life. And here, as was found in

  similar bands, everyone was for itself(himself).

  There passed only several moments, and galiradets remained one on

  to the platform at the brought-down crossing. They plainly did not believe in the rescue and

  did not understand what frightened off robbers.

  The wolfhound lay on the stones covered him both with someone else's blood, and motionless

  unblinking eyes looked at the sun which is hardly seen through yellowish

  stinking fog. Arrows stuck out in his body, but neither a sword, nor a knife it of hands

  did not release. Mysh overstrained desperate crying, nestling to it

  to cheek.

  The reason of flight of robbers was well visible from a track on which

  took away a knesinka Likhoslav and younger of two mountaineers. Here, above

  at all the underground stench from the Obstacle was not felt: cold wind,

  flowing down from mountains, carried away it away. The fog shreds crawling below,

  hid slaughter, again parted. Knesinka looked all the time in

  that party, looking around at the person to whom her heart was torn. And it

  saw it. They got on a track already rather highly: figures of people

  seemed tiny and identical. But the knesinka recognized the Wolfhound immediately.

  It did not move, and around it there were escaped galiradets. So stand over

  dead. Or covered with wounds to such an extent that not suddenly also you will realize, as to

  to it to touch.

  Knesinka looked and looked, having weakened on disobedient legs and

  feeling what dies with it together. There was no need to live further. For the sake of what,

  for the sake of whom, if...

  - Madam! - Likhoslav called to her.

  Knesinka hardly and not at once tore off a look from a breathless corpse,

  spread below behind the Obstacle on stones, red from blood. Then all

  looked there where the outstretched arm of Likhoslav specified.

  Because of the black rock, ruthlessly threshing horse hoofs low

  sinewy grass, riders flew. Ten behind ten, silently,

  promptly, uncontrollably. Mountain ice burned in the sun with nothing not

  covered armor and tips of the copies prepared for fight. And the first,

  having far overtaken the others, on a golden sho-sitaynsky stallion rushed

  leader. Also was it seems that to the one who though slightly valued the

  life, it was better not to become at it on the way.

  That is why by such bad voice the predatory horn, here from whom howled

  the troops in birch bark masks was on the lam.

  The last riders of Koons Vinitar still bent around the rock when with

  the opposite side, because of the Sleeping Beauty Zmei, Luchezar's heroes appeared.

  They drove before themselves how many and that horse robbers. Part of velimorets

  immediately separated from the others and the same mad skok went it

  towards. And when robbers were started turning, without knowing in what party

  to escape, long a spear of velimorets according to laid down flatwise for collision,

  unprecedented blow in Galirada. Still an instant - also faced. It was visible how

  horses as riders took out from saddles fell and carried by above the ground

  writhing, pierced through. And only then the deaf roar reached

  collisions and terrible shouts of people. The people who were in time to die so far

  the long echo of their last cry still walked between rocks. Luchezarovich with might and main

  worked with swords, finishing those who got ready to evade from copies.

  Other velimorets headed by the leader were reconstructed and

  still silently, without war-call and pipes, a wide sickle rushed on

  the robbers who got out of a heap of rocks. Those a part managed to sit down in

  saddles, a part were not in time. But it changed nothing. From the striking sickle not

  left neither pedestrian, nor horse. Half not less safely the first furious

  blow. The terrible crash breaking dvukhvershkovy оскепищ, and in the course abated

  swords went. Velimortsa inevitably restricted robbers, obviously intending

  to press them to a steep stone steep slope and to exterminate without the rest. People

  Zhadoba beat off that was forces, but their fate was decided. Those from

  velimorets who lacked the place in forward ranks stopped

  the learned horses, got to them on grain and pulled out from naluchy onions,

  shooting through the heads of companions. Robbers one by one fell out

  from saddles, and those who fell still live were trampled to death in a crowd.

  The young leader rejected almost at once a board and fought in - both are ruch,

  cutting and scattering enemies. The Secha around it boiled twice more fiercely,

  than in other places. The gold stallion hoofed and fiercely bit. Breast

  and sides it were braided by a steel chain armor. From the mountain it was well visible how

  Vinitar clashed with the tall rider on a large milky-white horse.

  Weapon and clothes at this person were much richer, than at the others,

  but he battled quite awkwardly, especially for the leader. So, as if not

  quite trusted the spoiled once right hand. Vinitar easily beat off him

  sword, meanwhile as angry Sanaygau jerked the rival teeth for a shoulder. White

  the horse desperately began to neigh and rushed, endeavoring to lay himself a way in narrowness.

  It managed it, and horses almost missed each other when Vinitar all over

  it was developed in a saddle, laying down on a croup of a stallion, and the famous robber

  stopped being. The fact that the mad horse dragged further should not any more

  that Zhadoboy - even just human body. Having got confused in

  stirrups the embroidered boots, on different sides of a saddle two pieces hanged down

  shapeless flesh.

  Some of his people tried to leave despair on a stone slope.

  To them several sazhens then removed only a few allowed to creep

  arrows. Velimortsa did not give mercy. The gang, five years plundering on

  forest roads, perished under a wall of the Protecting mountains. All entirely.

  Luchezarovich wanted to participate in defeat too, but Koons Vinitar's soldiers

  did not need assistants.

  Fugitives and the conductor watched the battle course, standing on a mountain track

  approximately in one and a half versts from fighting. When it became clear, than will come to an end

  business, Likhoslav addressed the mountaineer. The bodyguard did not know language and simply

  pointed a finger at a knesinka, then down. In response to its interrogative

  the look ичендар negatively pomotat the head and stuck with a hand up and

  forward. The notable guest and her satellites had to appear at first before

  leader.

  Likhoslav carefully touched a knesinka for a shoulder, is exhausted

  привалившуюся to a stone:

  - Let's go, madam.

  She looked at it with the absent eyes and tried to step,

  but could not and began to settle down to the ground. Likhoslav lifted it, arranged

  more conveniently on hands and carefully incurred up mountain to a track.

  Komgalu in night a dream was once

  The mighty and terrible, decorated with wisdom God.

  "Go, - he told, - and kill Sigomal in battle.

  Long ago my heavenly hall expects it!"

  The destiny fighting reduced them for the next day with each other,

  Als
o Komgal sees that there is no rival more adequately;

  People, Sigomala of similar, happens a little:

  Will not be born in one generation of the second on light.

  Heroes were cut... Komgal, having slipped, on the earth

  Knee dropped... Here now the head will depart!

  Sigomal told: "I such do not accept a victory!"

  Also gave it, having bent, the dropped board.

  Also it is advisable to strike, executing heavenly will!.

  But during the most resolute instant the hand began to tremble:

  Komgal bowed to the hero among the battlefield

  And away receded, it is subdued by nobility of the enemy.

  God Voinov terrible was to insignificant Dauga

  And too enjoined to kill Sigomal to it:

  "At least once show, cowardly, male courage!

  Long ago my nadzvezdny limit expects it!"

  Without daring to disobey, the Mastiff directed to the road

  Also tracked down the soldier - that was from darling together.

  Also Sigomal at a step of a native threshold fell,

  By hand coward it is struck, a perfidious spear.

  What further? And here that. In a heavenly hall feast

  Komgal with Sigomal, and foamy honey does not taste bitter.

  And the coward and the traitor - the toady got an award! -

  Grieves behind a fencing, in crude and cold night...

  14. 14. DEADLY ENEMY

  Cave. Smoky fumes of torches. The winged shadows which are rushing about under a ceiling....

  The gray Dog hangs on a wall, crucified by the iron nails hammered where

  fell into hands and a body. Directly before it, on an opposite wall,

  it is weaved improbable, a pattern, scintillating flares precious fire

  bright vein. It is strange. As far as he remembers the mine, bright

  the stones getting under a pick reminded simple brown tumors more.

  Very skilled eye was required to distinguish a live rainbow of a subsoil,

  hidden inside. Only occasionally, maybe, once a year, drifters

  broke into such stone bubbles entirely covered from within

  iridescent brushes of cut crystals. Most of them

  ruthlessly cut away for sale, but some nevertheless left for the sake of them

  beauty. Someone besides considered as if gray powder in them worked

  specially. The gray Dog for a moment, from a distance, saw two or three such

  caves. And once thought: yes as can be that wonderful stones,

  the smile and miracle of vaults, brought to the people getting them, little except

  grief and tears?. But it by youth. He ceased to be surprised soon.

  Because understood: what there stones! - even doctrines were wrapped in tears and blood

  the inspired prophets preaching Good and Lyubov. One people

  suffered and perished for the sake of these doctrines. Others for the sake of them killed. And sometimes and

  not others - killed the same, the bondage and torments knowing firsthand for

  belief...

  The smoking flame flashes and flickers, light grows turbid, it is crushed on

  stone sides, scattering unexpectedly shrill, pure sparks.

  Sparks stick into the crucified body, causing new pain...

  - Me-e-ech!. Promised to return to it me-e-ech...

  So shout only under torture when obstinacy and pride die and

  the person speaks, speaks greedily, ready to give out and betray without

  end. The wolfhound dimly thought that penal servitude, it seems, came to an end. And

  after release, apparently, even something managed to occur. But then

  why?. And about what sword speak?.

  The person cried again, raised a howl already without words. The wolfhound felt that

  lies on the earth, and his head is based upon warm female knees. Without

  doubts, it was his mother who somehow escaped during attack.

  He wanted to look at it, slightly opened eyes and saw the warrior

  Ertan. The girl held a fluffy plumelet near his nostrils. So

  check, the person breathes or died. Ertan covered with other hand a plumelet

  from wind. Holding claws fingers Ertan, in the person Volkovads anxiously

  Mysh looked.

  Veins slightly opened eyes of all for a moment and at once blinked therefore

  that from under a century tears began to flow. The glacier breathing a frost and ruthless

  the sun threatening to burn out eyes... When to it happened really poorly,

  any light wounded as that cruel sun.

  Mouse noticed the movement of eyelashes, rose and screeched. Warrior

  bent, began to blot carefully a vein the watering eyes.

  - Keep, the Wolfhound, - heard he its voice. - Keep, do not die...

  He tried to move, but all body was jerked by such pain that hardly

  the glimmering consciousness went out again.

  For the second time it was brought into itself not by(with) shout - just excited voices,

  being distributed absolutely close.

  - Order to chain the villain in a chain, noble Koons, - with conviction

  Luchezar proved. - You heard what is told by captives. This sword,

  it belonged before Zhadobe. What else proofs are necessary to you?

  The mean traitor bargained with the robber, having promised to return a sword!

  - This, perhaps? - asked an unfamiliar voice, and the Wolfhound heard

  reserved rustle of the blade taken from a sheath. Then delighted

  exclamation: - It is good!.

  - You are quite worthy to be surrounded with it, my Koons because you finished with

  Zhadoby. Accept this sword, noble Vinitar because selling...

  - Do not touch, Luchezar! - deafly and very terribly Ertan uttered. It

  the indignant grumble and spiteful abuse of male voices supported. Escaped

  ratnik were not going to profane to either the Wolfhound, or him at all

  sword.

  Veins made effort, again slightly opened eyes and weepingly and pain

  saw young Koons. He well remembered what was nearly twelve years

  back the father of this guy, but could not decide whom he resembled more

  Vinitar - on the Cannibal or on mother whom the Wolfhound never saw.

  The guard of the Northern Gate was high and broad-shouldered, with a long mane of light

  hair, Gushchin and which gloss would be envied by any girl. It is more

  nothing maidenly in Vinitar's shape was. Firm sinewy palms

  caressed and turned a blade. The true soldier able to be prompt

  and to terrible. It did not carry beards, only moustaches over an upper lip, but

  the hint on youthful unripe softness was not in his face. Rigid cheekbones,

  severe wrinkles at a mouth... Leader!

  Blue sapphire eyes suddenly met eyes of the Wolfhound,

  were late, and a vein there was enough moment to understand: Vinitar ZNAL.

  - Robbers did not tell who exactly promised to return a sword, - is quiet

  young Koons spoke.

  - Tell better where you were, Luchezar while we were killed! - demanded

  Ertan. Luchezar angrily snapped:

  - You close a mouth, the silly woman.

  The forehead of the handsome of the boyar was intercepted by a bandage. From time to time it

  remembered it and painfully screwed up the face, bringing a hand. Ratniki again

  indignantly rustled, and Ertan without having been in debt, separately answered:

  - You, a govnyuk, yours a voyevodsky belt to strangle!

  Luchezar painfully frowned. Nearby immediately Kanaon grew up:

  - Whom, hudorodny, you sramoslovit? Ertan dauntlessly answered:

  - That wren, your owner. Kanaon stepped forward...
/>   The wolfhound saw legs of two furious guys, a velkh and a segvan, immediately

  covered the warrior.

  - More quietly, you! - gloomy told вельх. - Not to you couple people her foreman

  on a board lifted!

  The soldiers who just stood in fierce battle were not going to concede

  road to the hired bandit. As well as to his mister. Not it was seen,

  you will not frighten. Still Vinitar listened without interfering, but here he lifted

  hand and Kanaon respectfully receded. It seems be not counted with fighting Koons,

  to which was not equal here on eminence and behind the back of which -

  more than one hundred swords. It is not a handful of the ratnik entirely crippled and

  exhausted by fight.

  - The traitor, - in an emphasis looking at the Wolfhound, with hatred exhaled

  Luchezar. - My sister!. In a chain you... Venn indifferently lowered eyelids.

  - Try! - through clenched teeth, with a gloomy call Ertan told. - But not

  you promised a sword to Zhadobe?

  The boyar turned white and grabbed a sheath, but Vinitar raised a hand again.

  - My Koons... - the weak voice from where sideways was heard.

  Dungorm!. The wolfhound did not know yet that robbers, having interrupted velimorskiya

  group, the envoy seized live, stripped naked, long beat and

  intended to break off horses, but threw when it was necessary

  to get away. Horses only dragged a narlak on stones, and got off with that.

  The wolfhound wanted to look at Dungorm, he decided to rise,

  but managed to turn only the head, and it had enough it. Uncontrollable wave

  faintness twisted a stomach. In a stomach since morning it was empty - from a mouth began to flow

  bile in half with blood. The wolfhound has a fit of coughing, felt how something is torn

  inside, understood that dies, and dense darkness covered it again.

  Mother decided to update grain ferment and as usual sent

  the smaller daughter in a family of the husband. After summer incident with foreign person

  children ceased to let one in the wood, but Badgers, near neighbors, lived

  only behind two meadows and kladbishem-buyevishchy where Dappled Deers

  long since carried to bury the old men.

  Buyevishche grew with an elegant long-boled birch forest - a fire

 

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