Named Sherlock

by Bagatur Zhamkochyan

  - And then where does Joey? Why he got against him?

  - There is still easier - in fact he was your only friend, and you - it. And suddenly, one day, there is the dog, and Donny suddenly decide that you prefer it. That is, it appears Donald unworthy not only of my love, but your friendship.

  - What nonsense! What's in his head? I just do not want you both died, I could never forgive myself of this, that's all! - I said irritably back to the basket is not dochischenny fruit.

  - We will still go after you, Sherlock, even if you do not want to. And it is not the desire to perform the feat Donny and look in the eyes of the hero chihto. You gave him a new life, like me, he has given us a chance to be happy. And if we leave you alone in the hour of danger, it also can not afford to forgive.

  - Well, well ... - I do not know what to say and felt uncomfortable. - Then you need to take care of weapons, once we go to all three.

  - We have already made - Marissa smiled. - Today, after dinner, we will deliver the gun and bullets. To compensate for all that is left in PuertoBello, could not, of course, but we were able to buy a tent and awning.

  - But when?

  - Well, if you pay a little port, almost everything you can get. Did not you know?

  - Well, I'll go to your room, take rest a little. To be honest, this heat takes away all power, just can not imagine how people live here at all - and it's true, I kept wiping the sweat flowing on the forehead. - Wake me up closer to the dinner, okay?

  The room was clean, bright, on a low table by the bed was exactly the fruit basket. Jokingly commanded Joey: "Protect", I'm right in the clothes fell on the blanket, and after a couple of minutes, fell into a deep sleep.

  When I opened my eyes, it was dark in the room, Joey still sat motionless on the floor at my feet. Wondering why I have not woken up for dinner, I stood up and looked around. In the corner of the room were several long rolls of canvas, close, another, more. Apparently, it just had a gun and a tent with an awning, which told Marissa. I do not understand, so why all the same I did not wake up?

  - Joey, do you know what happened? - dog in the response is clearly yes barked, confirming that yes, it is just knows everything, just need the right to ask. But I, unfortunately, did not know how to ask the right, so was delighted when at the round table in the center of the room found blednogoluboy sheet.

  The note was from Marissa:

  "Dear Sherlock. Sorry to wake you, we could not, your dog too zealously performing the duties guard, not allowing anyone to you, and the cries from a distance you can not react. I had to buy weapons at its discretion. I hope we do not make a mistake. Marissa.

  RS Donny thought again, and realized all want to apologize. "

  Here again, I need his apology ... Yes, I actually did not hurt, it is likely that in place of Donnie, I would have behaved the same way. Or not. Say for sure - it is impossible, but be offended by it - is just silly.

  And in general, very good, I woke up so early, it was still dark. Whatever I did not tell Marissa about helping me, and the situation really was much worse than I could have imagined. It is one thing - kakieto alleged horrors and dangers of travel, which really can not meet, and quite another - an acquaintance with a tribe of bloodthirsty fanatics descended from the mind of God, which is almost one hundred percent guarantee to ship a guest at the sacrificial altar.

  Therefore, it was necessary to take advantage of a wonderful opportunity and escape out of the hotel before they wake up.

  I quickly, trying not to make too much noise, bearing in mind that the numbers of friends are just around the wall, began to gather. First of all, I put all the remaining money from me on the table. It was not so much, but, if I do not return to the city, would be enough to buy a ticket for two to any vessel following in Europe. I took one of the guns purchased Marissa and thought for a moment, the bundle with a tent.

  Dressed in costume, more suitable for the forest than my linen trousers and thin batiste shirt, hung on a belt canteen and updated plant at Gioia. Recalling his puncture with a revolver, which led to the death of Tennyson and nearly cost the lives of everyone else, once again he pulled out his trusty crossbow. Yes, let this weapon only at a stretch be called fatal, but the intuition that you should not neglect this opportunity.

  Jacket hunting suit that I wore today for the first time, full of large and comfortable pockets where well placed: the eternal match, a folding knife with a lot of extra blades and tools including a screwdriver, an awl and a corkscrew, a small coil of thin but very strong rope and packing medical napkins. After looking at the napkins, which were, in fact, just a thin strip of fabric the pressed, I remembered Donny elixir that too once pulled me from the world. But get it without waking at the same time the owner, was not possible, so I had to just accept. Finally, another knife hanging in a specially sewn for him to loop inside the bootleg right boot, I opened the door to the corridor.

  And this very moment almost deafened by the noise and ringing set one by one, and leaned against the doorjamb, kakihto pile of cans and boxes. Almost immediately, within a few seconds, a neighbor of my door opened and out popped Donny in his pajamas and a sleepy face. A moment later opened to the right room, and from there sailed Marissa in length, the floor, a silk dressing gown.

  - Well, I told you, my dear, - she calmly turned to Donnie. - I knew immediately that he would try to escape. What about you? He's not ... he's not like that!

  But what of the case! Well, I could not take friends along. Could not. What I generally allowed them to accompany me from the beginning, it has been a huge risk and a big mistake. And now that I have some idea where I was going, besides remembering how close to death they have been recently and were saved only by a miracle that never should have been avoided.

  - What do you say in your defense? - Donnie spoke like a jocular tone, but he looked serious. - I thought that my friends - it is forever.

  - Yes forever. But it's nothing to do with. I can not let you died because of me, Molly, like Tennyson ... I simply could not bear it! And hurt you or not, but I will go alone, that you have not thought of. Clear?!

  Friends looked at each other, clearly not expecting such resistance.

  - But what will we do then? - Donnie looked not just frustrated, but as if broken. I quite understand his feelings, but if this trip could cost lives, then let it be only my life, all the more so in this world I am, in fact, immortal. Although, be honest, I have not had a chance to check it out, always remained kakayato fine line, for which I never once stepped.

  - Just wait for me here in the city. I do not know how long it will take, but something tells us that it remains not so much. And if I do not show up in a week, go home. The money for the tickets I have left on the table in your room ...

  - We will not leave without you!

  - Donald, I really beg you, do as I said. And one more thing - I thought of Mikoto. - Perhaps you will come little boy, Mikoto, I talked about it. He is the son of a local hunter and a white woman, it is difficult to confuse with by someone else. If all of a sudden he wants you to go to Londinium, take it. I think Miss Emily be able to find a place for another orphan child. If not - just help if you suddenly need kakayato help.

  Friends forlornly silent. Apparently, they really hoped that priprut me against the wall and will be able to insist on his own. No, not this time. Silently hugged Donny and Marissa, I went outside.

  The sun had just appeared on the horizon, the streets were still of the night is cool and quiet. I silently walked along the pavement, deep in thought, Joy ran alongside. A gentle breeze wafted from the port of iodine smell of seaweed and the occasional cries of gulls, heavy, sweet scent of pink flowers kakihto thickly clinging to all the local hedgerows, ran down sticky County, cloying cloud. Yet there was no passers-by, nor white, nor the natives, no one broke the fragile morning silence.

  I wondered. But it all was once, was actually. It was, and is accessible to many, though not all. Here - the heat, the ocean, the sun, frui
ts, on the other side of the earth - something else ... Where it all go? Why now, after two hundred years, the only piece of nature that was available to me in my childhood was miserable, yellow from lack of light, Kalanchoe bush?

  Why did my parents, who know about the world and its history more than ktolibo who devoted all his life, can not do what he likes, and forced to mine rare earth metals, somewhere, in the middle of nowhere? Why knowledge keeper profession is not in demand, the informant is closed and the new virtmiry appear almost every day?

  Why is my age do not think about, Where did the miracle that had once been the real world, and with a head dive into the artificial, plastic reality, joyfully enters its years of full life for months Wirth?

  - Hey, mister, you're something too early! - on the low stone curb sat smiling Mikoto.

  This is what I've already gotten to the point? Really ... and I did not even notice.

  - Just I decided to walk. What are you doing here at this time?

  - I will? So it should be, I'm now the breadwinner. I already ran to the ocean with the spear, lucky big marluka killed, that's that! - the boy opened his arms as widely as possible, indicating the size of the captured trophies, as an avid fisherman. - Already baked it, and grandfather fed.

  - By the way, Mikoto, and you thought about how you will live? Well, my grandfather is not eternal, you are no longer small, need to understand.

  - I think - the boy immediately became serious and sighed. - Grandpa was going to die, he said, that the spirits have long been there and waiting for him.

  - What up?

  - In the jungle I go. Here I will give my life, always have to fight. Wife I too will not to marry - should be a real hunter, and I Guaqui, I even do not take the test. I will be like my father, to live in the forest.

  - Wait, you can not go to his native tribe? Well, maybe they'll take ...

  - Nope - Mikoto spat the blade of grass, which chewed it all the time - they're never gonna take it I still have my mother said. He also stole the soul of demons, and I - the son of the demon. Will kill.

  I shuddered at the indifference with which the boy was talking about death. It was evident that this is not something terrible and tragic, and quite ordinary and familiar event.

  - A mother's relatives? Her father was also there, as I recall?

  - Yeah. Yes, but he died davnymdavno, and nobody else was not. My mother told me about my grandmother, who would not have given us offense, if it were alive. She was very beautiful, kind and cheerful.

  - A mother shows in what house she had lived before? - I suddenly got the idea of inheritance. Maybe Mikoto really could help.

  - Indicates a time. This is a large white house in front of him two animals made of stone, as jaguars, but with a strange head - the boy started to drive arms, depicting "strange" head. Obviously, there were lions in mind.

  Hmm. It seems that the boy was a rich heir, but the this, of course, does not know. And I, unfortunately, absolutely no time to ... Oh. And anyone familiar with the local population, who could be entrusted with such a delicate matter, with the confidence that people will not want to cash in on the unfortunate orphan.

  Nothing to do, will have Donnie Marissa little work. I'm sure they can cope with this case, and on someone else's good they covet. A little bit of doubt flickered for a moment, when I thought about the past Marissa, but I'm here to drop it - she really proved that changed. So that…

  I pulled out of his breast pocket of his jacket a small notebook and pencil for a moment and began to write:

  "My dear friends, Donald and Marisa!

  Thank you for all that you have done for me, but I dare to ask about one another. The note you bring the boy of whom I have already mentioned, his name Mikoto. My request is that you should find out all about his relatives, the deceased mother and mother grandfather. In the words of a child - he was an orphan, but her mother was, as I understand, from a fairly wealthy family. Therefore, it is imperative that the inheritance boy, if it exists, and it is believed he got it.

  I hope that on his return, I also included in the search.

  Thank you that you've got. Sherlock. "

  Turning a note I handed it to the boy and explained in detail how to connect with Donald and Marissa.

  - They will help you only promise what passed, right?

  - I promise - the boy has thrown a serious look, and immediately began to smile, point the finger at something behind me. - Look, sir, here Ratuun!

  Hunter appeared sullen, almost inaudibly. Carefully examined me from head to toe, he uttered something between his teeth Mikoto.

  - Sir, Ratuun asks, where's all a bunch of junk that you white, usually carries on itself in the forest?

  - Give Ratuunu that's all I need, I took with me, and too much to me to anything.

  Hunter heard the boy's back and nodded, as I thought, respectfully. Although it was difficult to face kamennonedovolnom disassemble emotions. After that, he again uttered a few sentences.

  - Ratuun says that he will take Mr where necessary, but then immediately goes to the village as a place where the poor, and he did not want to be devoured by spirits. And if Mr. want something ask Ratuuna, it is best to do this right now, because then you can not talk.

  - Yes, to ask if he found other things may kakieto recording ...

  - Yes, - Mikoto turned back towards me after exchanging a few words with the hunter. - There were more things, but too old - clothes, a gun, but all too rotten and rotten. If there was something valuable, then it is killed - the jungle eats everything.

  Yes, Professor Steynvik in his letter mentioned this, but hope is always that hope ...

  - Sir, we should go. Ratuun will take, but we must go exactly for them, always stop when he will lift his hand up, and be silent.

  Well, that requirement is justified not go for a walk. Passing through the hunter, Mikoto, I'm ready to do exactly all the conditions, I said goodbye to the boy.

  We met the natives living in the area, which, in fact, was just on the border between the city and the jungle, so were a couple of minutes outside. I must say that Belize did not have clearly defined boundaries, just gradually hut, which at first rather chaotically crowded, sprawling further and further apart. In dense "urban" building on two to three crooked house accounted for one crooked palm tree, and the cost to move a little further away, and now the next hut and almost not visible behind a thick curtain of greenery, fifty, a hundred meters, and the terms of the jungle prevails.

  Ratuun went fairly quickly, without being distracted, especially not looking around. To me, though, and it was interesting, it is certainly in the jungle and was never only read, and this even in the presence of imagination, it is certainly quite another to look around, too, was not with his hands.

  All my imagination, though painted me all sorts of horrors, since the bites of malarial mosquitoes and ending with trampling elephants (although the elephants here are not found, let him be jaguars and caimans), but she could not warn me from the harsh truth - I had to look at his feet every second that they are not trivial to break. Naturally, I did not expect that the road is straight and smooth, but after the third of my fall, triggered by hiding under the moss cushion pit with stinking water, I stopped to look around at all. And then he was punished with a terrible pain and sparks from his eyes, after a swinging kissed his forehead on a low hanging branch.

  Hunter calmly walked forward, without stopping and not showing that once saw my mistake, but, nevertheless, it seemed to me that I saw gleaming in the thick beard striped smile. Really just thought?

  I must say that after about an hour of our journey, I have to kakomto intuitively began to feel that over the surface under foot at each time, become a stepping boldly and confidently, and generally relax a bit. To such an extent that even able to pay attention to how it feels Joy.

  And that, it seems, was in his element. Not stumbling into the pits and not clinging creeping roots, unlike his master, the dog was running like crazy
back and forth, however, always remain within sight. Periodically, he jumped up, apparently hunting kakihto not visible to me, and insects. However, judging by the fact that no experience of it is not allowed - without success.

  After another hike for half an hour, I began to think that my tight clothes is not so obligatory in takoyto heat, and boots, too, especially considering the time that each of them had accumulated order of muddy water, which also comfort is not added. Legs were on fire, and the gun which I just pulled on his shoulder, like a club, with each step became heavier and heavier. Ratuun same as if mocking, deftly jumping over bumps and tirelessly waving local similarity machete cut a path through the stubborn weeds.

  Through kakoeto time I found that the ground beneath their feet became like a little harder and a little freshened air. It is obvious that we were approaching the foothills, though, I must say-so radically different in climate, I did not notice, and is already quite tired, even tried to be cheerful.

  And the most when I was ready to begin to undress, defeated damp, suffocating heat, the hunter saw a hand up. With that in mind, which means the signal, I stopped dead in his tracks.

  After standing for a while in one place and does not seem to find no danger Ratuun beckoned me to her.

  Coming closer to the hunter, I saw that in front of him a solid curtain of dense vegetation over, revealing beautiful views of the pretty impressive peaks on the horizon and a small stone plateau, dotted with large boulders that separated gnilostnozelenoe sea jungle behind us from the grim blue of the mountains ahead.

  Hunter silently held out his hand, pointing to a few very large fragments of rocks that were leaning on each other, forming some piece like a giant basalt tent. He said a few words to his gibberish dialect, I of course, did not understand, but that is not required. Sign language was quite versatile, so I understood - Ratuun brought me to the right place, and is now demanding the promised reward. Outstretched hand, launched an open palm up, she could not signal anything else.

  By investing in the palm of a few pieces of silver, I was amazed by how fast they disappeared. Once again, quietly saying something funny, but apparently friendly, hunter silently turned and disappeared into the thickets.