Named Sherlock

by Bagatur Zhamkochyan

  And for a paddle, as I swaggered not, Marissa still had me briefly, but a substitute. Pain, as such, it was not just some piece over time rolls such weakness disgusting, I do not what the oar himself upright barely held. However, we were only an hour of rowing from the port, so that the meal did not last too long.

  But on arrival we expected the next surprise. It turned out, no soldiers in the city was close, it was still noisy and brightly shimmering as yesterday morning, when we arrived. The hotel, which still decided to come back already to clean up things that were in the room, and the receptionist looked at first as if he saw the rebels dead. But, apparently, they have we for it were.

  Doubts about the honesty of the hotel staff, who were born in me before we escape, turned into certainty. Looking at the shifty eyes of a porter, to me, more than ever, want to crack his fist on the face of the sly, but I held on. Now inflate the conflict was not with his hands, given that time is running out, and I almost feel like it flows away like sand through his fingers.

  The hotel, of course, was not damaged at all, however, I was not at all surprised. The whole spectacle was played solely to us headlong fled in panic, not paying attention to all the discrepancies and inconsistencies.

  Pick up your things, we moved to the port tavern that, contrary to fears turned out to be a pretty good place, and where no one suspected that last night here, as Langdon said, developed the sinister plans of murder.

  Donny leaving Marissa with a vacation cheap and poorly furnished in comparison to hotel rooms, I have developed a rigorous activity, driven by the idea, almost lost and need to run at breakneck speed.

  In the office of the port warehouse awaiting the first disappointment. As it turned out, all of our luggage had already been received by someone, and just a couple of hours ago, that is, at the time, when Langdon was already dead. On my indignation over the fact that things are given to no one, the head of the warehouse calmly said:

  - And he has a receipt. Crumples to spit whose cargo there, mister, if only it was paid for storage. Receipt showed - she was good. A vasat receipt where instead?

  Hmm. And nothing to argue, he is guilty. Too lazy to go to the warehouse, I was glad that I took off part of the work, here and now receives.

  The little white house chief port me, obviously, as an exception, expect good news. The Royal Navy left the water area, and civilian ships were free to enter the port. Happy occasion turned clipper "Swallowtail", which belonged to the Transatlantic trading company for us. At the moment he was being loaded, and after it went to the port of Belize today!

  The opportunity to sail on this ship miracle of skill, which is proudly told his captain, making sixteen knots an hour, cost me a hundred and twenty gold coins, and five - the chief port for mediation. Expensive, frankly. But the captain swore and swore that will take us to a place, most, two days. About this rate I could not conceive, so, without hesitation, I agreed.

  When, already with things, we went down to the dock, we were met by a beautiful, like a dream, white-winged "Swallowtail". In contrast to the "Petrel", it was anchored in the bay itself, and not for the breakwater.

  - Why did he then? - I turned to accompany us to the harbor master. - I was told that the court can not enter into the bay, then that is too shallow.

  - This is what can not?

  - Well ... - I'm not really versed in the ships, so he decided not to try to be clever, not to be trapped, and concrete examples. - For example, "Petrel".

  - Well, what are you, mister, battleship with clipper compare. One thirty feet of sediment, and the other - fifteen. And then vsegoto twenty-five feet in the deepest place.

  Yes, indeed, everything is simple and obvious. More I did not ask any questions, because they do not really liked the intonation with which explained - with a slight touch of disdainful condescension. salt unworldly talking with a silly and naive landlubber.

  Landing and departure passed pretty uneventfully, at the ramp met the sailor, who could easily be called a steward, because he was doing some of these features, as I learned later. In general, it was felt that this is not a warship, and that's not just passengers, not unusual, and impressive article vpolnetaki income.

  Let's start with the fact that the cabin we took some, and, except for bolted to the floor furniture, high boards on the shelves and belts, which could fasten themselves to the bed during a storm, one would think that it is mid-level hotel room, not a luxury, but pretty decent.

  Power passengers held in a separate room, along with the captain and senior officers of the vessel, but separately from the men. Into the cabin provided were even some simple entertainment for the bored passenger - a small cupboard with books and a card table, with him lying on several decks.

  And most importantly - there do not offer any hypnotic elixirs, and can be present on the deck, but only in the absence of the high waves, and in strictly designated place. Actually, we immediately took advantage of this opportunity.

  - Look, what a beauty! - Marissa's voice rang with barely contained emotion. The wind ruffled her hair a few curls had escaped from the beam and freely fluttering, eyes shining. Who is this girl who grew up in the most vile place Londinium, which risked becoming a transparent shadow of itself, as it did with other of her contemporaries, and could never live up to that point, suddenly seemed a model full of ethereal, magical beauty.

  That's as it is today, with flowing black curls, with a bold, brave smile, eagerly inhaling the fresh sea air, she was a real goddess. Goddess of life, youth, carefree joy!

  And Donny, who looked at her as looking at the icon, as something absolutely fantastic and incomprehensible, suddenly a moment made me a sense of anger and jealousy. The sensation appeared and then disappeared, leaving a bitter aftertaste of shame, and spoiled the mood instantly.

  Wind humming in the sails, a city that, moving away, again began to look like a toy, sun, sea, everything suddenly ceased to please, and sullen glance at Donn Marissa, who stood holding hands, I turned around and walked back in the cabin. I left no one even noticed.

  Returning, I walked across the room several times, himself the plant and twirling. I do not know how suddenly it all came to me. A feeling that suddenly opened kakayato inside flap, and there suddenly gushed what kakayato muck such vile and petty little thoughts.

  I caught myself thinking that the world is unfair, and that all the most beautiful girls choose someone else to another, and not in all respects a remarkable I have decided that it is already too much. In the end, the fact that Marissa has chosen Donnie must only please, they are happy, perfectly suited to each other, and I ... I would, in fact, never even dared to get to know such as it, in advance for fear of failure. But Donnie was not scared and took a chance, so it is rightly deserved the prize.

  - And do not even dare to look at her, okay? - I said aloud to himself, and somehow at once it became easier. Time remaining until dinner I spent playing with Joey, trying to teach him the basic dog commands, as I imagined them. After a couple of hours pet characteristic rooted pair intelligence units.

  - Hey, you'll be a very intelligent, and, buddy? - Joy in response smiling toothy jaws and wags its tail. - If only Silushka you more, and agility. Intelligence is not quite the feature, which is important for dog fighting. And you're in my combat, right?

  Tail Joey spun like a propeller, and indeed, the whole of its content, foolish kind of said that, despite the ominous name of skills, the most that he could do with the enemy - lick to death.

  These two days dragged on so long that I was sorry that I was not put to sleep, as it was then, on the "Petrel". Irritated not terminated, but only reinforces the feeling that awful late, feeling that I could not do anything. Donnie irritated Marissa, who suddenly began to open and somehow deliberately show their feelings to each other, at times, is so fascinated that did not notice anyone around and literally bumped into the wall.

  It was only when, rising again on the deck, I saw in the distance down to the water snowy le
dges city, palm trees and flocks of the same, as in PuertoBello, fishing boats with colorful sails darn, I felt that all were released.

  This time it was differently. The feeling of the fleeing of time made it impossible to relax.

  Without looking at the local beauty, I, first of all learned from one of the ports on the location of the native porters market. As it turned out, it was located on the edge of the city, almost on the border with a local rainforest.

  - Once you are sure, mister, you have to go there?

  - It is there, and what's wrong?

  - Yes, nothing mister, just there, in the main, local monkey trade. Those who live close to people, nothing yet, but just happens, and come out of the jungle. Those and all the wild, just do not bite - slouching on gravity constant carrying a man, with a puffy face, which significantly bore multi-day fumes and dirty clothes, apparently to draw a clear line between them and the locals. - The dog you have some interesting ...

  - Rumble in one bite bites a man's leg, - I lied. What for? Yes, it was too greedy, hungry look pryamotaki this man who clearly thought of himself as the crown of creation, cast sidelong at Joey. It would not be tempted by easy profits ...

  Much to my regret, hired crews were in the distant and cold Londinium. Here, due to the small size of the city, as well as in PuertoBello, cabs were like raztaki luxury, not a means of transportation.

  Inquired about the location of the nearest hotel, I sent Donnie Marissa book rooms, and himself, in order not to lose time, he went searching for information.

  The local market is not fundamentally different from the one I saw in PuertoBello - the same wooden stalls with thatched roofs, kakieto unknown to me vegetables and fruit, the ubiquitous smell of fish and seafood, rolls of brightly colored woven mats, bundles kakihto obscure amulets and other countries trivia.

  In all of this, there was a constant hum, as traders and buyers, as well as just strolling gawkers endlessly talking in a raised voice, trying to outshout each other. The backdrop to all this ugliness served buzzing of hundreds or even thousands of flies or other local kakihto insects that swirled over this bright, loud, smelly human kaleidoscope.

  I sighed and began to walk along the rows, showing the mechanical heart of the dragon, which is now hung on a cord around my neck, and asking if anyone knows of his former master. A few minutes later, after a shrug bewilderment, I realized that I either did not understand or simply do not wish to understand. My hands shoved kakieto carved wooden figurines, tufts of grass, lopsided clay bowls with floral ornaments, all with the same smiles and comments in an incomprehensible language, but when I show the amulet as facial expressions changed to bewildered, if not openly hostile. After passing a number of traders completely, I realized that without an interpreter I did not exactly handle.

  Stopping at the empty shelves and deciding to start to look for luck in the port, I put the amulet back under his shirt. Suddenly Joey, who previously stood peacefully side by side, with a growl rushed behind me. Instantly turning on the spot, I saw no intruder with a knife, he feared a boy, about eight years old, who blinked in confusion at his hand in the mouth of Joy, which was caught ... What? My wallet?

  Chapter 11

  Wow! To say that I was surprised - just do not say anything. And not the fact that caught the robber, or the fact that they proved to be very kid. After strolling down the street for a while Maer, I saw thieves and younger. Just I realized that previously did not consider the possibility that I may be trite steal, and I'm everywhere and always wore absolutely all the money with him, despite the warning.

  - Joy! Ugh! Let him go!

  The dog opened his mouth and released the boy's arm, who stood motionless, hunched and motionless, as if expecting a blow. Fortunately, Joey did not set out to kill or maim, he obviously had enough reasons to understand that a child in front of him. So he never bitten through the skin, but only slightly squeezed, leaving faint reddish marks that will disappear in a few minutes.

  - Well, what I do with you? - I took the limp fingers of his property.

  Suddenly, the boy raised his head. The huge, prozrachnoseryh eyes swelled with tears.

  - Do not kill, sir!

  Here's your time. Moreover, the child said to me in plain language, without the slightest accent, so he is also a great different from other native children who flock frozen nearby, pretending that they were nothing to do with, but obviously waiting for developments.

  - I did not want to steal. But my grandfather is no longer rising, and we have nothing to eat ... - the boy clearly afraid to cramping me, but stood still, and often blinked, trying to clear the gathering tears.

  I do not believe in coincidences. What would you here, in the middle of the native market, catch the hand is not just a local boy kakogoto, namely the one that can answer all the questions - this can not be anything else, as the next clue hidden system.

  - Nuka, go to your grandfather, we'll talk.

  - No, sir! Grandpa do with it, he did not force me, it was me! Do not kill my grandfather!

  Yes that is. I squatted down to be level with the kid, and looking into his eyes, calmly and said flatly:

  - I swear I will not harm you or not your grandfather. I just want to talk. If you take me to it, I'll pay a little money. Good?

  The boy furrowed his blond eyebrows and started to think about my offer. It was evident that, despite my maximum calm and friendly tone, to the end he was not convinced and fears.

  - Well, just the power of the Creator, swear that do not cause harm to me or my grandfather.

  - the power of the Creator? - I'm not a big expert on religion, but it is clear that belief in the Creator of all things, is such an analog of Christianity. Apparently, the local virtual Spaniards have already managed to destroy the native culture and religion, having spread everywhere his Catholicism. - Then believe in a Creator?

  - They - not. - the boy pointed to the still lurking nearby and whispering local boys. - They believe in the terrible, evil gods, and I know that in reality God is one, and his name - the Lord Almighty. I told my mother about it. So swear?

  - Well, I swear by the Creator, that will not hurt you or your grandfather - in the end, I really did not intend to cause them even though full of mischief, so that the oath local Creator did I not limited to, the more that I like just recently I talked with him personally.

  - Okay, let's go, sir.

  I started to get up, and at this moment one of the small rascal got tired just watching. He jumped out because of a tree with a loud, angry, but absolutely incomprehensible cry and threw a stone at us. I had no time to react and avoid, and got quite a painful blow on the shoulder. And at the same moment from under the feet of gleaming copper lightning tore Joy, who had sat perfectly still, like a metal statue.

  Children with deafening screams sprayed in all directions.

  - Joey, back! Ugh! To me!

  Dog froze in his tracks in the middle of the road and then came back. I sighed and turned to the boy. He was not scared as I expected, and was smiling.

  - Kakto not very nice on their part to throw stones at people. You've got what is the rule?

  - No, you, sir. It Sikyatevo, my biggest enemy. He was very happy when your terrible beast grabbed me, waiting, when you start to kill me. And you did not. So he got angry and threw a stone at me. And when he missed, he was afraid that now you'll kill him.

  - So, baby. Honestly, I do not understand it, let's go, and you tell me everything on the road.

  - Well, sir! We were there - the boy showed kudato aside.

  Stepping over the boy deeper into randomly piled rickety huts, I listened to his story carefully. It turned out he was an outcast among local children, because of the fact that very different from them. Yes, to be honest, and the adults are gone from them very close. Beat not beaten, but his equal was not considered and their children for child abuse are not punished.

  And the reason was simple and banal. The boy's mother, as I suggested at once was whi
te, his father - a local hunter, and from the tribe, which is still considered "wild", next to the white does not live and had virtually no contact with them.

  Their love story was very tragic, but otherwise in the circumstances it could not be. And it sounded like this:

  "Was once long ago, a young hunter of the tribe Tekoda mavalaya, was forced to go to a city of white, instead of his older friend, who was wounded in the hunt. Native tribe Tekody not approached the place where White lived. They believed that they could steal the soul and subjugate anyone.

  But all the white city grew, expanded, and a little deer and antelope, which feed mainly on the tribe began to move away from the coast inland. Food was not enough, and had to buy it, exchanging on the skins of panthers and jaguars, which were very much appreciated the white invaders.

  That White could not steal the soul of the one who went to their city, the shaman of the tribe mavalaya took out her and hid in a special pot. The man whose soul was kept in a pot, in a hut of the shaman could carry hides and barter them for food, without fear that it will fall into the wrong hands.

  Old Hunter Tekodu warned that white cunning and insidious, but the young man was a strong, brave, and he was sure that no one will be able to capture him. He made a mistake. When he came to the city, he saw a girl who seemed to him more beautiful than anyone in the world. Tekoda approached her and said that if it is the same demon that steals the soul, then it is ready to give his own, as such beauty had never seen.

  The maid girl was a local resident. She knew a little adverb tribe mavalaya and translated her words hunter. And a miracle happened, the girl fell in love with a bold young man and agreed to share his fate. Her name Ivory.

  They went into the jungle and built the hut in which they lived peacefully and happily. After a while the boy was born, which gave the name Mikoto, which means gentle breeze in the language of the tribe mavalaya.

  But the girl's father could not accept the fact that her daughter chose Tekodu therefore promised a lot of money for his daughter's head and return home. And one day, the white soldiers tracked down and found a hunter in the forest hut. And then they killed him, and Ivory with a baby by force led to his father.