Named Sherlock

by Bagatur Zhamkochyan

  However, looking at her, he was not at all necessary. He is, however, and many other residents of the city, well remembered the story of a young beauty Ivory Rodds that went awry with the natives and gave birth to his child. He also knew of Colonel Roddsa who never forgave daughter until his death, however, it came sooner than he could strike her out of his will. All the same daughter was the only and beloved ...

  - Listen to me, dear lady - Governor handed back sheet. - I understand your noble desire to help the unfortunate orphan. Yes, but the best thing you can do - is to take him out of here, and give the opportunity to learn kakoynibud rewarding profession to become a carpenter, or, say, a cobbler. That would be a real help. And the fact that you want to turn the ... Excuse me, there need iron proof. You have them?

  - But ...

  - I thought so. Take my kind, almost fatherly advice - leave the matter will not be much good.

  Out on the porch of the governor's house, white, with a pot-bellied columns, inflated as the owner, Marissa furiously crumpled piece of paper in his hand.

  - Damn fat spider, so that you failed!

  Released after her Donnie silently clutched her hand in his.

  - No, I do not leave things like this! I am sure that the forests are not only wants to help because of the stigma of a gun. Oh yato always recognize these eyes the pig! Poured Norrie!

  - Who is Norrie, my dear?

  - A? - heard from the name of his old enemy, Marissa seemed to awake. - It's from a past life, do not pay attention. The same leech as this gentleman Cleary. Then I tell you if you want, but now, let's go, you need to discuss this with the boy.

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  It must be said that the attack, which covered me so fast, I flew out of the tunnel forgetting about the danger, was probably the most powerful in life. Prior to this incident, I felt uncomfortable in confined spaces, but it was just a minor inconvenience, but not a full-fledged panic attack as it is now. And with a little willpower I copes.

  But not now. Fueled by waves of terror, almost without controlling myself, I was able to stop only at the moment when popped into the open and saw the sky overhead. For about a minute, I just stood there, forgot about the danger of enjoying light and fresh air, listening to the frantic flutter in my chest the heart back to a normal rhythm.

  Fortunately, I was lucky enough, and none of the natives was not near, or on this journey would come to an end. After a while, realizing that really stand in an open area and is visible from all sides, like a lighthouse in the harbor, I gasp, quickly sat down and hid behind rocks.

  After waiting a few minutes, making sure that my way is not running angry natives with spears at the ready, I peered around and saw the place, which, as I am now, and no doubt was home to a tribe vaytukku - natives who worshiped mechanical god, and most all virtual killed my parents and uncle.

  Almost perfectly round green valley diameter of several kilometers, surrounded by a continuous ring of mountains, with fun skipping over stones rather narrow thread, which descended from the rocks, overflowed a small freshwater lake.

  Among the continuous carpet of green lurk small but very tidy houses. From that distance, where I was, it was difficult to make out the details, but the clear geometric shapes and equal distances, which are buildings, strikingly different from the chaotic developments, in which the natives lived in the city.

  Over neat rows of tiny houses, and it is homes, not huts, as the commander of his army, rose a huge temple in the form of a stepped pyramid. This picture suddenly gave me a strong feeling of deja vu. Valley, the houses, the church ... That's all I saw Rebecca, when she and Thomas crossed the ridge.

  Nuka ... There's something in the temple should shine - not only as a huge diamond. I strained my eyes, trying to see, but the distance was too great.

  - Well, Joey, forward to the adventure?

  I must say that my call sounded exactly like an uncertain question. I suddenly remembered that my uncle's book spouses Thatcher, after they came finally to the temple, expecting nothing more nor less than a revived idol, and they finished their adventure is on its altar. However, I did not read to the end. Most likely, in the best traditions of the genre, they still managed to get away, find the treasure and become rich and famous. Although it is not exactly.

  I also had nothing to lose, so no more wasting time, and so that was a little, I began to go down.

  I must say that on this side of the mountain ridge slope was more gentle. Behind me, as there, outside, I stood impregnable rock, but there is, fortunately, there were no steep ledges and other pleasures. It seemed that I was standing on the edge of a large saucer "bottom" which is the wooded valley.

  The going was incredibly easy to me as if someone is constantly pushing in the back, causing a run on the go. But, mindful of the fact that, despite the fact that so far I have not met a single person, in addition, outside, people lived here, and at any moment might show up somewhere quite close.

  Therefore, periodically crouching and looking back, I began slowly and carefully to overcome those couple of hundred meters of gently declining stone plateau, dotted with large boulders that separated me from the dense thickets below. Fifteen minutes later, I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, sheltered in the shade of a dense forest. It is clear that, for me, a city dweller, the forest was no more secure than the open space, but still felt a little calmer.

  When he reached the thicket, I began to travel more accurately. The village, which was located exactly in the center of the valley, was about two kilometers away. And I must say that in the forest already felt the effect of closely located villages. The first victim was Joy.

  Before we go to hundreds of meters, as a dog, which was running a little ahead, without making a single sound, silence fell, as they say "down the drain". In one leap overcome the space separating us, I was horrified to see his poor pet hit the real trapping hole and it seemed to me a fright, proporotogo through a sharpened wooden stake.

  Leaning closer, I realized that Joey just fell to the bottom of the pit, extending pins that slid over his smooth metal body without causing significant harm skolkonibud. Making sure that he's all right, I calmed down.

  However, it took twenty minutes to ensure that the poor guy to get out of the trap, with its completely destroyed, but it was already a trifle compared with the joy that I felt when I saw that the dog safe and sound.

  I must say that we got off easy fright, and I got a good experience. And from that moment, not only turned his head from side to side, but also attentively looked at his feet, since, in the absence of metal armor on me, my fall into the same pit was completed would be more pitiable.

  On this dangerous adventure ended, and until the very moment when I finally did not see the path and the first miserable garden on the outskirts of the village, nothing else, deserves special mention has not happened.

  This, apart from the three killed snakes Joey and one giant grasshopper, about the size of my palm, for that pet otsypali experience just to the next level. Total - for the third. Big guy! I distributed this unit characteristics and previous What is forgotten since the last time, in intelligence and agility. The ability to "throw" was now the second level, as well as a new, which could be explored.

  "Mutilation" - the average level of the damage of the substrate causes the fifteen penalty to the opponent's movement speed at a rate of 60%, as well as, within five seconds doubles the chance of causing bleeding ability to "brutal bashing."

  It seemed to me a pretty good skill. Slowing the enemy and I get easier, if that.

  In the meantime, really showed the outskirts of the village. Well, as the outskirts of ... small square of bare, manually cultivated land, fenced shaky structure of zherdin - it was clearly cheyto garden. With confidence, I was able to identify several plants - keeping pace with corn, which was then the main diet of the local people, the pumpkin, which is generally difficult to be confused, well, that's all. There was still kakayato greens, but I, to my shame, I
had no idea - what it is. Kakieto pods with green whip pupyrchatoy balls the size of a fist, red berries on a sprawling, blednozelenyh bushes ...

  Along the garden path wound, going further, deeper into the forest. Fearing to be seen, I did not go directly to the trail, and went about in the same direction, hiding behind tall bushes.

  But after a while I realized that I have the farmland somehow get, if I do not want to be found out ahead of time. The fact is that in a few tens of meters, the forest began to thin out significantly. Right suddenly curled a different path, which led to yet another kitchen garden, then I noticed more and more ...

  A few minutes later I saw the first inhabitants. Fortunately, they were not warriors, and they were clearly not up to me.

  It should be said that long before that meeting, I felt it a harbinger - a faint smell of burning. And then, finally, I found its source.

  A small piece of land was just in the process of conversion to another miserable kitchen garden, when I crept closer, attracted by movement and sound.

  Several women of all ages, and there was also little girl, a child, and the ancient, bent over the years in the old wheel, rooted out chopped into pieces, charred stumps. Part of the area has already dazzled pits, remaining clearly on the already uprooted trees, and there is already hard at picking his land two more native women, armed with hoes awkward.

  Peering closely, I again began to doubt already seemed confirmed the assumption that this is exactly what I needed tribe. So very sorry looked working women. Torn, shabby clothes, hunched back from work, exhausted face. Boleemenee live look just a girl, the other women were more like a withered shadow.

  I remembered the story of the old man Ashihty that after the defeat Tlaloc in full of the battle, he ceased to perform miracles, and the tribe went into decline. But, honestly, which I just did not expect. The natives who live near the city, on the coast, looked much better fed and healthier. Yes, when I first saw it, how they live, it seemed a nightmare, but then the real horror reigned.

  Looking at the way in clothes covered with bone deficiencies flashed dark skin, and how to tighten the fight against unyielding wood pitiful muscles more like knotted rope, I felt that the horror began to stir on the head hair. People in that state, in the same doomed to look I saw before, when we study the history of the wars of mankind. Freed prisoners AushvitsBirkenau camp, save the image for more than a century ago - that's who I was reminded of these unfortunate women. A scar on the bare back of one of tuzemok further reinforced this similarity.

  Carefully, trying not to disturb once again and a leaf on a tree, I crawled to the side. The approximate direction in which it was necessary to move, I was, so I was not afraid of getting lost, and indeed, after half an hour of neat desertions in the bushes, I saw the village edge, and the first house.

  Grabbing the collar and dragged into the bushes jumped happily into the open Joey, I again sat down in the bush and got ready to watch.

  It must be said that tangible signs of decline and destruction were present everywhere, starting in the crypt, through which I made my way after the tunnel. The house that I am now able to take a closer look, bore the same prints.

  With the height and distance of a couple of kilometers away, the village vaytukku looked carefully, like a toy, but close to that impression quickly dissipated, and out climbed the ugly reality.

  From the old, obviously, was once a beautiful and comfortable home, leaving only the skeleton - stone walls, almost timeless. But hardwood floors, roof, doors - everything that is wet and warm tropical climate is very deteriorating rapidly, more in line with the most crooked huts, which I've seen yet in PuertoBello, and then in BelizSiti. But not even the stone walls, has pushed to even traces of geometric pattern, remaining from the welfare of the tribe.

  Before clumsy door assembled from several, not treated zherdin, and fastened together with nails are not, as one would expect from a tribe who knows the mechanics, but simply cross-stick, tied dry vine, sat another old woman with a shaking head. She slowly, resting after each hit, pounded in a large mortar something.

  Surprisingly, I still have not met any evidence that this nation is really dealt with the mechanics. Perhaps, but in fact such an idea did not occur to me before, it does not vaytukku and kakieto aliens who just came out of nowhere. But where then do vaytukku?

  Moment, which also caused some confusion - this is the number of natives. Looking at the valley from the mountains ring, I'm not counting, just for instance assessed the number of houses a few dozen, perhaps nearly a hundred pieces. Given that the natives of the family is quite numerous, this gave an average of five hundred to a thousand people.

  I met until eight, counting of hunters who left bound at the tree out there. The idea is that even if we assume that the number of people in a tribe is on the decline and there are not more than half of all the same - it's at least two or three hundred people. And where are they all?

  Although ... I still have not seen the village center, and there is also a temple. Perhaps, now just pass kakieto religious practice, which requires the presence of all the people, excluding only the weak and powerless? As an option. In any case, I should move it there.

  Whisper okliknuv Joey, I began to get a house in a wide arc, moving, however, the center of the valley. Soon, I saw the house next door, which seemed altogether abandoned - he did not have any signs of a roof, but the bare stone walls. Behind him could be seen the third house, then another, already a little more and it seemed a little better preserved. In general, they all say that, if I as soon as possible not to find myself some piece cover, then the chances of being found growing by the minute.

  Suddenly the silence was broken, and the cries of children on the street, and this is exactly it was, not just a clearing in the forest wall, ran a bunch of kids. They ran a few meters away from me, and crouched crouching in the undergrowth kakogoto thorns, and with wild cries raced off into the distance. I did not notice, but I realized that it was possible to say a final warning - soon I find if I do not take kakihto measures.

  Baby one more half-ruined house, I crept toward him, thinking still, wait for the night. The timer shows that up to kakogoto, unknown to me until the events were still thirty-six hours.

  Huddled in the darkest part of the house, which, as it turned out, it was even a few rooms, I was prepared for a long wait. Joy obediently lay side by side in the dust.

  - Well, my friend, it's time to eat a little bit, do not you think?

  Joy does not require food, unlike me, but I took his silence as a sign of friendly approval, and unwrapped the bundle with fried meat lizard, which was carrying with him even with the plateau. I would not say that I was very hungry, but since there was an opportunity to rest and eat, should not have neglected it.

  Leaning against the wall, chewing cold, the rubber "yascheryatinu" I tried to imagine what I could expect next. Opportunity to catch in the living Sherlock parents I have not even considered seriously - too many years had passed, Uncle ... Most likely dead too. After what I have heard from Ashihty, I almost did not doubt, and only when I saw all these exhausted women ...

  It is foolish to assume that people who are so frankly not enough food, a few months will be to feed the prisoner, rather, I would believe that they were simply eaten.

  Suddenly there was a clang of metal, loud voices and the clatter of steps and made me forget about the food, and my reflections. On the street, and obviously very close, something happened. I froze, trying not to move or even breathe, all ears.

  Initially, it seemed to me that the noise is heard almost from the next room, and I'm sure that came not only as for my soul, mentally ready to fight back. However, after a few seconds the sound source is clearly began to shift, and I realized that everything happens somewhere outside on the street.

  Slowly, almost squatting, Joey whispered ordered to sit still, I crawled into the next room where the window was. Pressed against the wall next to the opening, I could look out without at
tracting attention.

  I caught only the tail of the procession, however, and it was enough to understand the essence. A decent amount of natives, mostly young men armed with short javelins tipped with brass, similar to those I have seen his prisoner, went happily talking, laughing and shouting something unintelligible.

  The reason for their joy, obviously, there were two small, thirty kilograms, deer carcasses, which hung, tied his legs to a long stick. In addition to deer hunting trophy he was clear and the related person who does not particularly distinguished appearance and skin color from the rest, was dressed in a tailor-made pants and a tank top, giving a resident of the coast.

  The prisoner walked quite calmly, without raising his head and looking around. Having decided that simply must know where this man took and that it will do next, I left the house.

  The problem was only one - seems to be in the center of the village, near the church, and it is there taken prisoner, the house will be located so tight that there will be no escape possible.

  Ducking and darting quickly open areas, I hurried after the men. The fact that I still have not found, could be mistaken for a miracle, not otherwise. Another reason for this could be to calculate what the jungle gradually re-captured reclaimed their territory was once, and all the space between the buildings, with the exception of the wide paths, in fact, turned into a thicket, where I still managed to go into hiding.

  That's right, run somewhere, koegde squatting or on all fours, but I confidently approached the goal, I thought of my journey - to the great temple, grimly hung over the village.

  The process leading captive, have long disappeared behind the trees - I was forced to move as quiet, much of them behind. On the way, I came across a number of working women, another small group plays in the mud rebyatni and one blind man.

  Grandfather, staring into nowhere fixed blind cataracts, some political chewing the leaves and occasionally spits in front of a long stream of green herbal saliva, almost destroyed all my plans, sensitively responding to the gentle rustling in the bushes instantaneous turn of the head.