Bloody Revenge

by Darrell Guidry

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  - 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