They wandered around the market for several hours. Buy something, try something. Often merchants offered gifts, recognizing Beria, and Deya accepted them, but paid for each. The man didn't mind. When the girl got hungry, Markat offered to go to one of the taverns.“The food there is wonderful, you should try it,” he said and pulled his nose, slightly closing his eyes. I can already feel it from here.“Let’s go,” the princess laughed, clinging to him and letting people pass.Already at the exit from the market square, they ran into a girl. Deja recognized her instantly: Laran, the councilor's daughter. Today she seemed to be even more beautiful than the first time. Her hair is gathered up, her eyes shine, and the emerald dress under the fox furs shimmers in the sun with golden threads. - Oh, Bery, - Larana, seeing the man, extended her hand, not waiting for a return greeting. Markat reluctantly kissed her. Larana looked at Deya, as if appreciating, - My mistress. The princess nodded br
Dee had a nightmare. She ran alone, through a dark forest full of cold, dead snow. In her hands was a small bundle, in which a baby squealed softly. The girl did not see him, but she knew for sure that her son was there. Tiny and defenseless. And she doesn't have the strength to save him.Behind him, frost was spreading and a long, mournful howl. Only it was not wolves that ran after her, but people in wolf masks with bloodied short daggers. She knew it. And she ran and ran until her strength ran out, and her legs became heavy, filled with lead weight.The air around him became thick as milk. It hurt to breathe. The girl froze in a small clearing, looking around and fearing the darkness, clutching the child to her chest. There was silence all around, but it seemed like a thousand eyes were watching her, invisible and dangerous.And then the snow next to her stirred: the white veil split and a pale hand with traces of dark blood escaped from it. Deya backed away in horror, watching the
The doctor was an elderly woman. At first, Deya decided that she was about a hundred years old: the old woman was hunched and moved slowly, leaning on a massive stick made of light, smooth wood. The woman’s gray transparent hair curled in thin braids almost to her knees, a silver fur cape rested on her shoulders, a bleached linen dress was hidden under it, the sleeves of which held silver bracelets on her wrists, on her legs were comfortable and soft fur boots, in which she stepped inaudibly, like a cat . The medicine man smelled of herbs and honey, and her knobby, rough fingers were soaked with decoctions. But when she came closer, the attentive eyes of a woman who was not at all old, but wise, looked inquisitively at the girl. The eyes were green, like those of many Markats, but very light, with a noticeable dark gray rim.And the first thing she did was wave her hand to the bored Beria. And surprisingly, the man immediately understood what they wanted from him. He rolled his eyes a
Beria took the news with wild delight. Deya even at first was a little frightened by his twisted face with burning eyes, when the werewolf came to realization. He ruffled his hair with his hands, looking even more like a madman, and then suddenly rushed towards the girl, fell to his knees, carefully poking his head into her stomach, then kissed her through the fabric, frightening with heat. He placed both hands, incredulously and greedily absorbing the heat of her body, while the princess felt a pulling feeling in the lower abdomen. She looked into her husband's shining eyes and almost burst into tears. Beria's lips burned, as if he were sick, and such gratitude was seen in his eyes that Deya could not stand it: salty drops nevertheless fell, soaking into expensive silk.After a while they lay on the bed. Deya, laying her head on Markat's chest, closing her eyes, listened to his rapid heartbeat and languished from the heat, but it was monstrously lazy to move away. Such bliss spread t
From a low table on small thick legs, a bluish tart smoke spread around the room. There was a smell of dry wormwood, mint, honey and medicine. The doctor skillfully mixed the ingredients in white clay bowls, and Deya tried to remember in what proportions and what to mix, what to pour and how much to infuse. Atara seemed to be deliberately trying to confuse the princess, either out of harm, or for some other reason. But, fortunately, Deamara never complained about her memory and grasped everything on the fly.-Two spoons of mustard, four spoons of avran, half a cup of honey and this ... - Deja pointed to a bowl of powder that looked like blue salt. - Correctly?- That's right, - Atara involuntarily smiled and looked at the princess with respect. Throughout her life, she had many students, and they all came out well, but no one had ever listened to her with such zeal and stubbornness. - You insist for a day, put it on bruises, and the pain takes off like a hand.Deja wiped her forehead
Bery went into the office and saw his brother at his desk. A wrinkle appeared on Aznar's forehead, and shadows lay under his eyes. The table was littered with papers, some kind of stones, ores, amulets, broken feathers and blocks of colored wax. There were also several empty mugs.-Have you been on vacation for a long time? - Beria involuntarily escaped, although he wanted to ask something completely different. For example, to quip something about the mess. After all, my brother is always so scrupulous and accurate, but here they obviously haven’t been cleaned for several days.Aznar looked up from his papers and smiled wryly. He nodded to the chair. Bery immediately sat down in it on a grand scale, making the furniture creak plaintively, and threw his legs up on the table. The older brother grimaced, but said nothing. Instead, he pulled one amulet out of a pile of amulets with a gray stone in the center: reddish-brown rusty streaks ran along it.-Look, - Markat threw the amulet into
Only late in the evening Deya left a strange indifference, and was replaced by a sickening fear of realizing that the misfortune had not happened. She and her husbands were in the bedroom, Bery did not let go of his Lanaren from his embrace, sorted through her blond soft hair, endlessly straightened the fur blanket on her shoulders and cursed softly under his breath. Deja sat on his lap, resting her head on the man's shoulder and listening to the rapid beating of his heart. The sound calmed her down. Aznar walked around the room with his arms crossed, and the features of his handsome face were constantly changing: either sharpening, becoming predatory, or returning to their original state. Noticing the look of his wife, Aznar turned away sharply, afraid to frighten her, and went to the window, frowning at the dark night that covered the city.-Aznar, - growling notes cut through Beria's voice. “You see, we can’t even trust our own people!"Next week," his brother replied flatly.-What
Soon, all six advisers approached the dais one by one, each of them brought some kind of gift: expensive fabric, jewelry, precious stones, heavy silver bracelets. Behind them came a young Markat, tall and slender. With long hair gathered in a lush ponytail, slightly predatory eyebrows and a thin, slightly sly smile. However, his eyes radiated warmth.“Amtar,” whispered Bery quietly to the girl. Our new adviser.The man came closer, bowed, putting his right hand to his chest on his heart, and held out a small box in which there were several glass bottles with some liquids.“I learned that the lady is studying the science of herbalism and healing,” Markat said. His voice was pleasant, deep and strong. Let me give you a modest gift. These are tinctures of rare herbs that you will not find in our harsh lands.Deja nodded her thanks, feeling her interest sparking. The man made a very good impression. I found out what she was interested in and chose the appropriate gift. Serve before rulers