Bloody Revenge
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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...
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