truly rocks shuddered, and travelers endeavored to be pressed in firmament, trying
to somehow calm the snoring horses. Sea Hozyain committed excesses
deeply below, but every time seemed as if an unreasonable wave just about
sliznt all from the rock. Or will simply carry in dust eaves under legs...
If not two magicians, the horses able to muffle a fright, those
long ago obespamyatel for fear, escaped from hands and, of course, died
. But presence of Niilit and Tilorn did the part: fugitives
moved ahead. Though slowly. Too slowly.
The wolfhound did not hear a pursuit. Also did not see though in the east already
the dawn inflamed. He just felt it. That not the soldier who does not feel
danger approximations also allows to take itself unawares. Venn looked back
back also sighed, having remembered ten very convenient places where, be at it
the second hand and in it onions, it one would undertake to stop decent group. And
to lay besides to the people on number of arrows in Tula, and even it is more. It not
considered himself the great shooter, happened more accurately. But on this track of the person
was to push enough, and even to frighten, force to slip,
to lose balance. And his death will be such is that the others
will think whether it is necessary to be torn forward.
Would know where, would spread straws, he thought angrily. And why I am in advance
did not ask to make Lots I will forgive?.
The wolfhound expelled because of Mysh's bosom, and the quick small animal flew up to it on
head. To the foot of the Foggy Rock there were only several hundreds
steps.
At the beginning of rise Tilorn continually looked back, checking as there
Wolfhound. But veins went surely and easily though wounds for certain tormented him.
Then became Tilorn not to him at all. Two horses charged to the wise man
demanded full concentration. The track bent around a rock shoulder,
at the same time abruptly directing upward. Here the Wolfhound decided that the best
to it not to find the place for a meeting with Luchezarovichami, and stopped. Tilorna
he did not begin to warn, so far that only watched the scientist leave not
disappeared in the next crevice. There now and glory to Gods. And that mind
it stop being got involved.
To gather suitable stones below the Wolfhound did not guess, and here it
it appeared not easy. Nevertheless he found for a weighty splinter of granite,
threw it several times on a palm and was going to throw in a forehead
to the first who will appear because of turn. Ability to distinguish a low sound
among a roar for the present did not leave it, and soon, despite a sea rumble,
he caught the muffled abuse, a shuffling of steps behind a stone edge and
metal jingle. Closer... Even closer... The wolfhound was made for
it is bright... Mysh confused all his plans. Having suddenly flown up, a small animal of silent
by lightning it was thrown for turn. Almost at once scared reached from there
the exclamation which was replaced by terrible inhuman shout. Shout sounded exactly
it is so much time how many it was required to a heavy live body that
to reach water. Mysh saw off a little falling, then returned to
To wolfhound and again sat at him on the head.
Luchezarovichey it became one less. But now they knew that
in several steps them wait for everything. Or rather, suspected an ambush. On
some time tarried there. The wolfhound heard Kanaon's voice: нарлак
gave orders. Then because of a rocky shoulder young carefully looked out
soldier.
The Wolfhound held a hand with a stone at a shoulder, and the stone departed without
delay. The young man promptly jumped aside back and, clear, stumbled,
but did not fall: the cruel lesson did not go to waste, was tied to his belt
strong rope. Behind the rock hesitated again. Someone with someone it is careful
traded places. But here at last because of a stone, similar to recovered
to boulder, the giant in two-pood armor under which mighty moved forward
shoulders went, as under a thin shirt. Kanaon! Here whom with anybody not
you will confuse.
The wolfhound held a sword in hand, and the loop on a wrist was strongly tightened.
Once I talked to you, he thought, looking at Kanaon. I then
did not want to kill you. It was long ago.
The former soldier of striped priests differed not only improbable force,
but also rare art. The poor creature Iterskel in comparison with him was
it is simply harmless. The wolfhound looked narrowly and saw the rope attached
to Kanaon's belt.
- Give up, the bodyguard! - began to roar mighty нарлак. - My children
climbed up upward other road, and already intercepted your friends!
If you give up, I, maybe, will leave them life!
The wolfhound kept silent because this time to spare Kanaon he not
gathered. One cannot say that from words of the bandit at it at all not
heart trembled. But also to Kanaon it had no belief. Here if
that held for a collar the boy Zuyk, then another matter. Though then
he still very much would think before being given.
He floutingly smiled to Kanaon and spitted out to himself under legs.
Kanaon directed forward. The wolfhound had to recede before him
impact, differently that swept simply away it as an avalanche. On a narrow track was
not to be developed, thanks and on what it gave it, the lefthander, some
advantage. Interestingly, the Wolfhound who after all created it thought? Those,
who the first reconnoitered the kind world and, maybe, with fight left to the Gate,
saving wise and just?. And what with them was then, them THERE,
watered with blood, did not take?. To ask the waves which were measuredly rumbling
below. Probably, they one also knew the answer.
Luchezarovich already bent around the rock after the leader. At Someone
there were in hands onions and self-arrows. Big accuracy this troops, however,
did not differ. Armye onions not the most worthy weapon, believed
onions kill from far away. They practised in firing more for the sake of hunting on
animal. And in the wood, выхваляясь courage, preferred a bear spear. They and
now did not shoot: were afraid to get to Kanaon. The wolfhound moved back back,
step by step.
A little further the track hid again, doing turn. There again conducted
quite abrupt and rather ice-covered rise. In some places frost
it was upholstered with hoofs of horses, and here and there and an axe butt. To horses cleared away
way that they did not break. Kanaon looked at everything to the Wolfhound under legs,
and veins guessed what that wanted. That he slipped.
And the Wolfhound slipped. He lost balance, waved a hand and
it began to be filled up backwards. Kanaon instantly brought a sword and with triumphing
roar jumped forward, to finish. The brought blade already fell when
both legs of the Wolfhound suddenly shot up. All body was curved by an arch, so
that on the earth there were only shoulders and a neck, and a foot in wet, stuck around
snow boots crashed to Kanaon into the lower edges. The blow was terrible. If
not the continuous shod bib, нарлак with the flattened-out interior would die
on the place. Armor allo
wed it to live still some time. It was almost twice
heavier a vein, but raised it over a track and threw for an edge of steep. And
when the end of a sword of the Wolfhound cut the rope attached to it
to belt, about that one Wolfhound also knew.
Kanaon should pay tribute - he did not utter a sound and even not
let go throwing while flew towards to death. Luchezarovich
it is bewitched watched how his body somersaulted in air. There,
below, not to come up was and naked not that in a heavy armor.
The wolfhound did not begin to waste time in vain. The movement which sent Kanaon
to Sea Hozyain, put him on legs. It was still safe,
except for furious pain in the disturbed wounds and especially in
to the killed hand. But it still could move, so, pain followed
to suffer. Yes and not for long remained.
He did not begin to wait while regained consciousness Luchezarovichi stick it
arrows. It jumped aside back and hid behind a stone ledge. And there
nestled a back on the rock, endeavoring to recover the breath and wiping filling in eyes
sweat. He knew that at once Luchezarovichi to it will not get. They and so
lost two, and lost silly and terribly, on own
self-confidence. There is no need to hurry them... Or there was nevertheless a reason for
haste?
From there, where it stood, the city was already visible. There ascended the sun, and
The wolfhound for the first time saw Galirad all entirely from height. Also understood that
not for nothing pulled a knesinka here in the summer. He had no time to admire
snow on roofs, gentle-pink and pure, not dirtied by a soot yet
masterful and grain furnaces. He saw only what in the yard of Krom was
fully to the people, and one big group jumped streets, and another left for
city gate. The Wolfhound had very sharp sight, but even to it
certain riders seemed the tiny, slowly creeping points. Not
was any opportunity to make out who headed forward group.
Three ahead jumped side by side... Knes, Right and... Ertan? Internal
intuition prompted to it that it here hardly was without velkhinka.
Veins smiled. So, suppression of Luchezarovy good fellows took place
far quicker, than he expected. To them even Varokh's house was not allowed to burn.
To wolfhound a lack of time was to try to discover eyes the familiar yard, but fire or
he precisely would make out a black tear of a big fire. Perhaps is also not necessary
to get away from the city, throwing a shelter and good?. Perhaps yes, or perhaps is also not present. They
after all the most zealous henchmen of the murdered Luchezar with themselves were taken away.
Therefore, probably, it was also succeeded to cope with the others the world.
The wolfhound listened to the excited voices of soldiers behind the rock and understood that
those just about will move further. And, how heroes drove horses of a knesova,
they will not manage to help anybody any more. Unless will only press traitors on
to track will also abandon them down.
Unexpected incident granted it a little more delay. Luchezarovich
suddenly heart-rendingly began to make a racket, and the Wolfhound looked down. To Kanaon,
it appears, it did not happen to fall without hindrances by a bottom and to pass away there
to fishes on joy. The roaring wave picked up it and rashly threw about
rocks. One leg got to a crack, and the body of a narlak hung headfirst,
being shaken and hitting against a stone. The show was terrible. Luchezarovich not
could have eyes glued and only discussed whether Kanaon precisely died or it is still live
and whether it will turn out to pull out it. The wolfhound thought of it too and solved,
that it was possible to pull out the dead person, but it will be required in the afternoon. So far will overcome
the rocks which hung over that place until lower on the fellow's rope,
dexterous, not shy and besides lung body... If only until then
mad waves will not drag away Kanaon back. Managed to throw, so
will manage and remove.
Luchezarovich too it realized, and the Wolfhound understood that a respite
comes to an end.
Almost at once at it behind the back the track dived into the gorge again, and it,
it seems, removed already to the very top. There it is necessary to recede when they,
having lost one-two more people, will expel him and from here. Who at them now
was for the senior?. The wolfhound listened and understood that Plishka. Plishka
usually the Wolfhound strong kept as if in the background of the giant of a narlak, but
suspected that сольвенн was simply much cleverer. That priests, at
which both served, trusted a role of the false fighter Plishke. At
Kanaon would not be missing mind to cope.
- Hey, veins! - cheerfully called suddenly to Plishk. - And that you there, upward
you climb? At you that there, a cave?.
Not your mind business, the Wolfhound angrily thought and was going to fight.
The shirt under a chain armor unpleasantly stuck to a body, wet by the own sweat and blood
from the opened wounds. Well anything. Still how many and that it will hold on. And
not one will die. If only Evrikh and the others has enough reason...
Rustle of hasty steps forced it promptly behind the back
to look back. And then - it is furious to swear. To it, sliding legs in
to smooth stone mouth, Evrikh and Tilorn hasty went down. Both
it is unknown why dragged with themselves a spear. How they held weapon,
at once there was a wish to begin to cry. The wolfhound turned towards and furiously
hissed;
- To me you what, the hands to finish off? And well...
- We are men, - with advantage Tilorn answered. - We will beat off
together with you.
For a long time the Wolfhound did not feel such despair. It was ready
to personally disarm both, to set bloody bruises and to push out in
neck. But here Evrikh noticed on that party of a bay suspended headfirst
Kanaona. The body of a narlak was hard shaken under blows of waves. When water
receded, on stones blood began to flow. The following wave pinched it
without the rest. Greedy seagulls already tried to the dead person.
Brave Evrikh became green, precisely the girl who saw a dead rat.
- About Gods of the Heavenly Mountain!. - the bookworm exhaled. Also asked
the braided language: - It... broke?
- Perhaps also broke, - the Wolfhound muttered. - Or perhaps I a little helped.
To whom it is told, I will do without pomoshchnichok!
Here because of a stone edge the soldier, and the Wolfhound instantly looked out
it was made to defense, but the thought of the scientist overtook his sword. This time,
the truth, Tilorn did not begin neither to accept a rack, nor to help himself fighting
shout. It seemed to a wolfhound as if red-hot made by flew by
the needle also pecked a solvenn in a breast. Venn expected that brushed away the guy with
tracks as those logs that in front of his eyes one look threw off with
benches Tilorn. Or that Luchezarovich captured by indescribable horror
rushed back and, favor of favorable Gods, on somebody flew.
Neither that, nor another! The young soldier just stiffened, looking expanded eyes
in space before.
- And long it is so?. - the Wolfhound asked.
-
For half an hour it will be charged, - Tilorn answered. - We run rather upward, the friend
wash.
What is "half an hour", the Wolfhound had no idea. At
it houses measured time in threads, vypryadayemy by the skilled skilled worker.
It was necessary to assume that Tilorn designated this word though some
extent. Still the Wolfhound thought that creators of a track could not but
to provide there, above, the last boundary. On which he will also get up
already to death. It is necessary to recede there because in other way to turn out upward
two immoderately brave bookworms were not represented possible. Young
сольвенн still stood in a motionless, napruzhinenny pose. Not really
also you will bypass it.
- Went, - the Wolfhound nodded and put a sword in a sheath. Blade still
remained it is pure. Fortunately, the pradedovsky sword was not from those that
refuse to come back to a sheath, without having enjoyed enemy blood.
The last rise was abrupt and heavy. Remained only to a miracle
to be given as it is horses passed here, without having broken themselves legs. No,
finally the Wolfhound solved, the track was created not in itself. It
created. And it is very prudent.
Evrikh intended to prove the courage and wanted to go the last.
The wolfhound was promised not to regret the escaped hand and to strangle the easy rider,
if contradicts.
"Half an hour" promised by Tilorn they were not given. In a booming stone corridor
all sounds reaching from below were clearly heard. Soon
Luchezarovicham bored to wait back advanced and to guess in vain,
where it got to and why because of a ledge no noise is still heard
fights, shout. They carefully looked out for a stone edge and at once
saw the associate bewitched by Tilorn. To bypass it not
it was possible, to stir up - too. And strong, strong body in every possible way
opposed to attempts to change its situation. Someone offered simply
to finish the adolescent and to dump him down: all the same supposedly he has no need to live,
dirtied by evil sorcery.
- I will finish those!. - Plishka shouted. But here other voices were heard:
- Regained consciousness, regained consciousness...
- It I released it, - Tilorn wearily frowned. - You understand,
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