it...
- I understand, - the Wolfhound told. - Climb give. One business - is honest
to knock down the enemy in fight, and absolutely another - all the same what to connect him and
to leave connected to death. Though it is possible not to doubt that it with
would make it by you without hesitation. It was difficult for wolfhound to condemn
conscientious scientist. But so difficult it appeared to get off also from
foul drizzle: does not want to kill. Is afraid, to righteous persons not
will take... He knew that business was not in that. Really foul
thought unworthy neither him, nor Tilorn. But here was from where. And
persistently climbed on mind.
- You could them... to frighten? - panting, he asked Tilorn. - Or
there... still something?
- I will try, - that answered. - It is a bit too much them, the truth. And... With you
at me as you remember, it did not turn out. And with them, I am afraid, it will not be easier.
It soldiers.
More they did not talk. The bottom of the gorge became a little more flat, and
they ran. The pursuit was not visible yet, but shouts and footfall behind reached.
Above, in a narrow cut of the sky, Mysh rushed about and the top Foggy floated
Rocks, clinging morning clouds.
Old Varokh squeezed a handle of a long fighting knife in a sweaty palm.
Once long ago, in youth, he absolutely not bad owned him, but how many
years passed since then! Nevertheless the old man was strange quiet. Now
everything will come to the end, and dlinnoborody Hramn will accept it. Just as accepted it
sons. Because he, as well as they, will be killed in battle. And granddaughter, Plover,
Gate will not reject. Will not dare to reject. There cannot be it that
rejected!
Niilit stood the boy near, holding snoring, sitting down on
hind legs of horses. All three continuously looked at the mouth of a tesnina from where
there had to be their satellites.
The first Evrikh and Tilorn, afterwards, a little приотстав jumped out upward,
was chosen veins with Msh who grasped. for a shoulder. Almost right there from the gorge
the heavy samostrelny bolt took off and flattened out a tip about stone
foot of the Foggy Rock. It passed too highly, it in anybody not
could get, but horses started dancing more, and Niilit scaredly
gasped. The young dog burst in furious bark.
The track came to an end in the platform of steps of ten in the diameter. With one side
it broke in the emptiness hooting, utrobno rumbling, from other parties
unapproachable walls of rocks rose. Here and there mouths of caves were seen, but
there was no place to run obviously more and there is no place to hide. Foggy Scala
giant stone fingers specified in heaven. It stood here with
world births. It in the same way will stand here and tomorrow, and still through
one thousand years. Also pink clouds will bend around in the same way its top.
Having reached the platform, the Wolfhound first of all looked eyes for the town,
convenient for defense. He was sure that he will find it, and found. Yes here
trouble, - it was intended not for one soldier, and the most smaller for
two. Two with onions, capable to cover one another, could turn
exit upward in a deadly trap for as much as big group.
The single with a sword could hold on some time here too. So far it not
will shoot at point blank range.
Only then the Wolfhound saw the Gate. Any doubt, - it were
they. As if teetering on the brink of break, the dense clot was groundless
the fog curling under wind. In appearance - the most ordinary cloudlet,
which here, above, was in prosperity. Here only wind for some reason
could not drag it aside in any way and only tore edges, and the sun
lit instant rainbows in gray depth. It is happy to whom on that side
cloudlets the just world truly will open. Unworthy waited for flight down,
towards to gluttonous waves.
Niilit at once ran up to Tilorn and strong embraced him. She whispered
on-sakkaremski. A wolfhound, that without wishing, sorted several words.
The girl made a declaration of love to Tilorn.
- Leave! - askancing towards the gorge, the Wolfhound cried. - Give
zhivy!
It was not going even to try. At it was not slightest
desires to hang spoiled on rocks somewhere in the neighbourhood with
Kanaon. Moreover that soul took off from a body, carrying away with itself a thought of that,
that it was unworthy the kind world!. Is not present. He will be killed in battle.
Will die as he always and wanted, - protecting those with whom fell in love. And
the sword itself probably will take care of itself if it does not want to get again in
service to angry people...
The master Varokh caught for a collar the granddaughter and unexpectedly threw it directly
in hands to a young arrant:
- Give, the bookworm... keep the lad. And me and here it is good.
- Grandfather!. - cried the Plover, desperately escaping. The wolfhound standing
facing a track, heard behind an inarticulate cry and involuntarily
turned back. Evrikh, incoherently shouting on-arrantski, with the warped person
ran to break, by force dragging by hands both at once - the grandfather and the granddaughter. Behind them
scaredly two horses rysit: their reins old сегван guessed to bind
to the belt. Here Evrikh jumped up to the edge, without restraint made a start...
also jumped in a cloudlet, entraining the boy and the old man. Wolfhound
involuntarily sat down, pressing the head in shoulders... It stood slightly below
Gate. It was internally ready to what down here now will rush
body, and even not one. But Gods did not popustit. Evrikh with satellites sank in
fog, and that accepted them, having passed it is unknown where. The horses induced
natyanutymiya reins, without thoughts cavorted afterwards, and behind them, barking,
- dog. To innocent wild beasts to doubt there was nothing.
Then the Wolfhound understood what to do to him. From a cleft already reached
footfall of the running legs and loud, strong abuse, but veins after all
let go a sword to put fingers in a mouth and it is sharp, short
to whistle. It was the signal well familiar to Serk. Fighting horse instantly
pricked up ears: the owner ordered to jump after others. Mighty
the stallion began to neigh and in two jumps flew by all platform. Not without reason its breed
was famous for rapid and invincible breakthrough. Legs of Niilit flashed in
air: she held Serka by the bridle and simply flew away with him together.
Tilorn was lucky most less. His horse broke to jump after Serk,
as, actually, the Wolfhound also counted. The scientist held an occasion reeled up
on a wrist, for as paid: brought down him from legs and took on a stone
back. Let's hope, told himself veins, in that world a grass. Or soft
snowball. He very much did not want to think that on that side gaped same
abyss. The kind world also has to meet by good.
Mouse with disturbing shout rushed after Tilorn, promptly
flew in a gray veil - and too was gone.
Here when it became joyful and easy for the Wolfhound at heart how long any more not
happened. Now everything really came to an end, and came to an end well. To it
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sp; there is nothing was itself to reproach. The revenged souls of Grey Dogs will be able
to come back from the Island of Life to find new flesh on the earth.
The monarchess a knesinka stayed with ichendar, and furious mountaineers to nobody not
will allow to treat her against its will. And those for the sake of whom Gods measured
to it superfluous half a year of life, became inaccessible to the evil of this world. And in
Bright mountains he really made everything that on forces was to one
to the person. Showed a way.
The wolfhound burst out laughing in a face to the soldier, the first jumped out of a tesnina,
also met him by crushing blow of a sword, having broken in splashes and its blade, and
a helmet, and the light-haired head under a helmet. The soldier was that which
Tilorn at first bewitched, and then released. Pity to Wolfhound enemies
very seldom burdened. And care of own righteousness - and that
more rare. To take care uselessly of what all the same is not present. Following jumped
through the dead body which is rolled away under legs also rushed on a vein. Wolfhound
softly pryanut sideways, avoiding blow. The tip of a figured sword caught
the enemy blade also started turning it, sending to the earth, then with
speed of a contemptuous spittle rose up, to a neck. Blood struck
thick, in a finger, a stream, having poured over a wall of a crevice and having forced others
Luchezarovichey to start back. But confusion continued not for long. At
someone nevertheless there was enough endurance and sharpness to bring with itself boards.
The long solvennsky boards extended from top to bottom that the artful foe not
umetit a sword on legs. From everyone, white on red, watched Luchezarovo
banner: the animal like a cat who stood up on hinder legs. At once four
were covered with these boards and a live wall rushed to the Wolfhound, pushing aside
it back. It be not crippled, he just would jump this wall. And,
who knows, directly on the fly would remove the head to the unluckiest. But
to sore body there was no belief now - it was necessary to recede. Did not hide for
stones sharp-eyed children with hard Vienna onions, there was nobody
to cover its retreat. He knew, what will be farther. Now will appear
Plishka will also besiege fools, became enraged climbing on the platform. And then
will let out several people with self-arrows forward. And that it simply
will honeycomb.
Shchitonostsa meanwhile intended to press four together him to the rock and
to cut together. Nothing turned out. The wolfhound easily left aside, and
extreme of soldiers cried not by the voice, having dropped a board together with a hand.
In a crevice there was Plishka and shouted:
- Back, silly persons!.
The wolfhound wanted to ask it: who are you such? As left that
army at you, two mercenaries, appeared at the beck and call?. He understood,
that answer most likely when does not learn. You never know what now never
will not be any more.
- Sagittariuses here!. - again Plishka shouted. On the open area
there was no place to take cover, and on caves let rats hide. Wolfhound
stood up straight and with a humiliating smile looked how they
aimed. All the same in his house there lived strangers now. Six shot
almost at the same time. From where they could know that they were faced by the soldier not
them, orphaned, couple. Trigger devices still released bowstrings when veins
instantly sat down, turned, and the figured sword sparkled in prompt
wave. Three arrows passed by and were split about indifferent granite
Foggy Rock. Three more departed it is unknown where, rejected wide
blade. The confused guys hasty began to recharge self-arrows.
- More vividly, armless! - adjusted Plishk's soldiers. - More vividly!
Now he will be through with the hated bodyguard, then will already find out,
where the others hid.
One of Sagittariuses suddenly laid down arms down to the ground.
- But you would not go! - the evil he met the flown-up mercenary. -
shoot if a gut it is thin on swords!.
It was with Luchezar in a campaign too. Plishka wanted to push away him, but
changed the mind. Just lifted self-arrows, itself took the place of the adolescent and lifted a bed
to a shoulder.
- You are not able to shoot, - he murmured, - so do not undertake!
This time at the Wolfhound it turned out worse because hit into an emphasis, and it
and so legs held hardly. It beat off two arrows a sword, two more
raspolosovat a leather jacket and wagged in the parties, having slipped on
to chain armor. The last two got and were thrust to feathers. One in a hip,
another, having broken the attached hand and a chain armor under it, in a breast. Double
the blow rejected the Wolfhound back and overturned it backwards. It fell and
remained to lie not movably.
Luchezarovich frostily rustled and shook to it.
- Back! - Plishka bellowed.
He will suit the first. It will take away a sword and the head a vein, and with them and
glory. And if Luchezarova adolescents looked at him already now with
fair contempt, so it meant little.
Grozny of veins still did not move. Carefully suitable Plishka
kicked it in a wounded hip and it was convinced that veins was or it is dead, or very much
it is close to that. The mutilated body did not respond on a cruel kick
groan, spasm. Plishka stepped through him and a leg tried
to vyterebit from a motionless hand it is black throwing. The become numb palm in any way not
revealed, besides Plishka saw that the sword was attached, and solved
to help business by a knife.
Iron fingers suddenly squeezed his anklebone, having insufferably crumpled bones and
flesh even through bull skin of a boot. Recovered veins breakthrough pulled out from under
mercenary earth. Plishka screamed from surprise and began to fall. Already on
to summer the Wolfhound slightly corrected it, and сольвенн fell a cropper for edge. He was in time
to dodge and grab the edge. But here all over hit it
about a slope, and fingers did not sustain, slid off. Plishka departed down,
floundering in air. It was necessary to fly to it long.
The wolfhound with great difficulty stood up on one knee. To finish it was
it is not obligatory at all. It is simple to wait a little bit, and he will fall down And will die
. After all it raised the head, wiped a sleeve the blood running on
to chin, it oshcheritsya terribly and croaked, keeping a sword in readiness:
- Well?!.
... It only in fairy tales noble enemies low bow to dying
to the hero also recede away, leaving him alone with Heaven. Vinitar,
can, and would arrive. But not Luchezarovichi. They directed forward...
and at this time behind the back of the Wolfhound was outlined in a foggy cloud some
movement.
The first, having broken off bystry wings the gray curling veil, outside
Mysh took off. And immediately with a desperate fighting cry slashed some
solvenna on the person claws. And after Mysh on the platform before the Gate
at once three persons jumped out. Here and cock-and-bull stories about heavenly appear
warriors, messengers of Gods. Two, man and young girl, immediately
threw up han
ds in the averting gesture. To a bearing and look of shy Niilit
the warrior Ertan would envy. Third, zolotovolosy arrant,
embraced the Wolfhound who began to fall:
- Keep, the friend the barbarian... Keep, do not die!
Do not dare to call me the barbarian, the Wolfhound, but forces not wanted to tell
was enough. From open palms of Tilorn and Niilit something broke - able
to see it it would seem spolokhy a pale lilac flame. It struck in
persons to Luchezarovy soldiers, and those with shout recoiled, as from fire.
Having used their confusion, the girl and two men for what got
seized a heavy motionless Wolfhound and at full speed dragged in fog,
and a winged small animal, having spat in offenders last time, dashed away after
people. In the person Volkovads died salt and cold, and almost at once it
ceased to hear shouts of solvenn. It seemed to it, it was dragged painfully
long, to a granite ledge and life, it was time to end long ago. Already
fainting, he managed to think vaguely: and that they overstrain,
all the same...
But Niilit, to Tilorn and Evrikh was, apparently, not all the same
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