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- Hold him! - Tamir, calm down. Take it easy! He didn't hear them. Didn't understand what they were saying. He rushed to the body prostrate in the snow, shaking off those who prevented him from moving from his shoulders. He wheezed from the tearing light pain, from a soundless scream stuck in his throat, from suffocation. Everything was purplish red before his eyes. And in this bloody veil, he saw only an awkwardly prostrate girl. Broken, mangled. - Klesh! Klesh, help! After that cry, the air around Tamir seemed to turn to stone. Don't move, don't rush. Like a bug frozen in resin. - Look at me. He moved his wild eyes, not understanding who was addressing him, not knowing why to obey him. - Look at me. The guy stared blindly. Kref of the warriors held him tightly by the shoulders: - Like this. Do you hear me? Tamir nodded heavily, slowly returning to his body, to his mind. - You're going to her now. Myself. You won't be held... - ... Kleskh! - someone resented his arbitrari
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I suppose the quiet woman found out that they drugged her with a decoction so that the child would be overthrown. The girl was already moaning, taking the wrong side of healing, and the act of the mentors completely crushed her. If they didn’t do meanness, you look, I would have remained alive. It was impossible to deprive her child, it is impossible! They thought they would save Dar, but they lost everything. And Mairiko, without taking her eyes off the floor, began to tell how she found out about Eilishina’s indolence, how she made her drunk with a decoction to throw it away, how she charmed ... “Looks like her Gift overcame our efforts... She broke the spell. I remembered. That's why it didn't last. I have no other interpretation. Head blackened face: “Ah, there are no other interpretations?” Why didn't you give her a tincture. AND? Why, when she suffered - did not voluntarily force the broth to drink? Didn't you intimidate more than death, so that she would snatch this jug wit
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Lesana was sitting on a bench with her legs up and staring at the wall. My thoughts were empty. Awareness of what had happened still could not break through the thickness of misunderstanding... It seemed as if what had happened was a dream. And the door is about to open, a curly-haired head will stick out into the bed, and a familiar voice will ask: “Lesana, what are you doing?” - Lesana. - AND? - she started up and only now saw Kleskh standing over her. Indifferent monster. How is he Tamira today ... Why is this with a guy? Why couldn't he have been allowed to grieve like a human being? And if he burst into tears, you won’t judge, tea, great grief. I didn't lose my mitten. Krefff, unaware of the pupil's thoughts, sank down beside him on a bench and said: “I’m leaving the Citadel today. I'll be back when, I don't know. But not before spring. You remain alone. Look, don't be stupid. Kref over you now Daren. Do you know him? The girl nodded, suddenly feeling infinitely alone. Here
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They left the Citadel by the way by which walkers were delivered to the fortress. The heavy door did not move easily - during the day the wind brought quite a lot of snow to the entrance. Leaning her shoulder against the sash, Lesana thought about how Tamir would go with his burden through loose snowdrifts. “Give it,” Ichthor held the guy by the shoulder. - You'll overstrain, we won't rest her without you. He obeyed. The healer took over the body and confidently stepped forward. The black trees rustled in the darkness, the cold air stabbed into his head as he breathed in, like an icy blade. Tamir was breathing convulsively, realizing that he wanted to burst into tears and... couldn't. Tears stuck in his throat, and the burning cold pushed them back into his chest. Lesana had never been to the quarries before, and didn't even really know where they were. Walked for a long time. The wind beat in the face, threw prickly snowflakes, but the three travelers got wet, pulling their legs o
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At the gates of the Citadel, the snow-covered sorcerer and his apprentice, who could hardly move his legs, were met by an angry head. Ned paced the yard, tapping his boot with a whip, and was angry. Highly. Looking at the inhabitants of the fortress approaching him, the caretaker exhaled through clenched teeth: - Have you calmed down? Have you violated my ban? Forgot about punishment?Tamir nodded wearily. There was no time for excuses. And I didn't want to say anything. Lately, he hasn't wanted anything at all. And yet the novice, without raising his eyes, answered firmly: - The sorcerer is obliged to put the undead to rest. I did everything right. The head froze, as if stunned. “He speaks the truth,” Donatos chuckled. “Why punish him, Ned? You said just now that the girl should serve for study. This is how she served. He accepted our craft. One should rejoice that through the death of one fool, a worthy prisoner was born.Kref calmly looked into the eyes of the enraged caretake
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Tamir got up from the dead room to his resting place. His head hurt as usual, his body was pounding with chills, and it was as if sand had been poured into his eyes. I wanted to fall on a bench, pull everything I had on top - from a blanket to ducks - and fall into oblivion. But the novice knew that he could not sleep until he warmed up. The ice walls of the casemates drew heat from the body, chilled the blood. Yes, and the coldness reigning in the room surrounded from all sides. It would be necessary to heat the hearth, sit with your back to the fire and feel how sweet warmth spreads with languor, reaches out to every bone, caresses every vein. It's all just a scam. After the death of Eilish, his fire did not warm. Neither the one that burned in the oven, nor the one that once warmed in the soul. Tamir has turned into a block of ice that will never melt again, because the longing that wraps around a dead soul in dense rings will never dissolve. Only the body remained alive, and now,
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Tamir drank the cold milk brought from the cellar and wondered how it did not curdle as soon as he touched the dishes. Such rage bubbled up in my chest... The girl looked at the sorcerer, and he felt how she was numb with fear. But he didn’t even frighten me, and he deliberately conducted a private conversation with his mother. “Hold it,” he returned the krinka to the young mistress. - Don't be afraid. Your father will rest in peace and will not return to the house. With these words, the learner took the bundle from the hands of the boy who came to the rescue and said: You are now the head of the house. Father's grave under the floorboard behind the stove. That is his concern for you. Spend money wisely. The boy nodded, but his face was filled with astonishment. “Show me off,” the sorcerer said to the mistress of the house without turning around. She hurriedly jumped up and rushed after her, throwing on her sheepskin coat. In the entryway, the prisoner turned to the pale, frig
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Having poured out on Tamir, Nurlisa went away. What drove the grandmother out into the street, she herself did not know. Either sudden melancholy, or a desire to breathe fresh air. Once in the courtyard of the Citadel, the old woman turned her nose, as if sniffing if it smelled of spring. Spring did not smell, where is it! It smelled of despair and grief that spilled like a viscous jelly and made it difficult to breathe deeply. This winter has brought many troubles, and how much more it will bring, only the Guardians know. Hrychovka hobbled towards the pillory, watched as Olst flogged the skinny lad who, with his eyes closed, writhed under the whip, spat at her feet, muttering: “Killers, everything is killers here, how the earth only wears you!” Circling around the yard, the grunt grappled with the groom, barked at the cook, wished Rusta, who had fallen in her way, to fail, and was about to return to her, when she ran into Bjerga: - Wow, bloodsucker, you again! There is no passage
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Reapers Of Suffering Epilogue
And then the caretaker laid siege to himself. Again he is angry with Kleskh. Again he is blamed. As if all the troubles of the Citadel are from him alone. No, not from him. Or not from him alone. Trouble is a great many. Only now, Lesana's kref teases everyone tirelessly, does not obey the word of the elder, goes against the will. And maybe right? Maybe, indeed, youth and strength tell him a different truth? The one that Ned, with his stagnant mind, can no longer hear? Wants, wants Kleskh, lascivious bastard, power! It is eager to lay a hand on the Citadel, to establish its own rules here. Just mindless. Mad. By the stubbornness of the young! Heaps things up, let him come to power. He'll screw up, he'll put everyone under attack. But the head pulled himself up again, realizing that Kleskh was perhaps the only one who would be a fortress and learn to protect more than the apple of his eye. And if not? Will not if? If he loves to amuse himself with power?"How are you?" whispered the
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When lilac twilight spread over the fortress and hung in the corners like grayish shadows, Lesana was finally girded and released from the chambers of the dejected leader. Instead of a student's dress, the amulet was now wearing the clothes of a warrior, belted with a wide heavy belt, which, surprisingly well, grabbed her thin waist. In unusual attire, the girl still felt uncomfortable. It seemed that the novelty of a black shirt made of good quality linen, a leather top with short sleeves, pants, and the belt itself was too noticeable. The thought flashed through my head that five student springs flew by somehow too quickly. It seems like yesterday she dreamed of unlearning and returning home, but now she has unlearned, and will go home tomorrow. Somehow there? Mother and father would see, cuddle the young. Although ... who is there to squeeze, everyone has already grown. Styoshka is seventeen this year. And what is Styoshka like now? Stoyana Svet Yurdonovna. Elke, that is, Elavi,
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- I brought a novice who went to my students for five springs. Now her training is over, and I speak my word for her. Lesana of the Ostrikova clan is ready to accept the belt of a warrior from the hands of the head of the Citadel. The krefs looked at each other. Ned looked at Kleskh from under his brows, gloomy as a thundercloud. It seemed that a little more and start throwing lightning. - So, the belt ... - said the caretaker and thunder could be heard in his voice. - A belt for a worthless girl. Where were you? For three years - neither hearing nor spirit - only sent quitrent money with occasions. Yes, even magpies flew several times with notes, where they learned to look. Only by your magpies, not a single novice could be obtained! And now he appeared, when they didn’t even look forward to waiting, the belt demands! Lesana's mentor answered evenly. - I, the head, do not have a great day to wait for me. And I don't need a belt. My belt is with me, - Kleskh pointed with his eyes
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If someone asked the student Kleskh to tell about how she lived for three years, wandering with kreff through cities and villages, the girl probably could not tell beautifully and smoothly. And what is there to say? About the days spent in the saddle - under the wind, rain, snow? About spending the night under the open sky, when did the heat overcome, or cold, or dampness? About how sometimes she woke up in the fall, and her hair (fortunately short) froze to the roll placed under her head? Or how you wanted to wash and sleep, but instead you had to drive carts one by one along the forest roads? How did you learn to wield a sword? How did she kill the first werewolf, who, for her bad luck, turned out to be not a wolf, not a fox, not a forest cat-lynx, but a bear? Or remember how Kleskh ran after her with a jerk at the ready through a remote village and yelled: “I’ll kill the scrawny !!!” Well, this is after she shied away from him for nothing, mistaking him for a walker in the middl
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How good is the greenery at the very beginning and the air smells! Young grass, damp earth, tart needles, buds that are ready to bloom with sticky young leaves. That is why a childish bubbling joy boils in the chest at this time. Lesana stood, bent over a boiling pot. Fragrant bread bubbling merrily. Above the clearing, where the girl and her mentor settled down to rest, a sweet mushroom spirit floated. The student smiled as she stirred the stew. Kleskh was not picky, but he did not like mushrooms - passion. And precisely because he hated them to the point of mental inversion, the girl deliberately kept a handful of dried mushrooms at the bottom of her shoulder pad. Kref grew up on the shores of the Evil Sea. They did not know and did not eat mushrooms there. Therefore, he could mutter two turns about these "slugs" and never repeat himself. The girl chuckled, foreseeing how the mentor would burst out, returning from the forest to the parking lot. White, boletus, russula - only they
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Evening descended on the Citadel. Kleskh returned from Lesana to his unheated dark rest and sank down on the bench, inhaling the smells of the Citadel: dampness, stone, preli. It was necessary to order one of the servants to heat it. And, however, one night and so you can endure. I was too lazy to light the light. And the guard sat in the dark, listening to the silence. Ned, without knowing it, made exactly the decision to which he was diligently pushed by kref - exile. And together with Lesana. The mentor of the warriors chuckled and closed his eyes. To tell the truth, the indignation of Ichthor and those who joined him turned out to be unexpected, which almost ruined everything. Well, at least Rust and Donatos have not changed themselves. Klesh smiled contentedly. At that moment, there was a soft scratch at the door: - Open it. Mairico. The guard hid. Can he believe that he doesn't exist? The light is not on. The hearth is cold. You never know where he goes. - I know you're he
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Kleskh dismounted, threw the reins over the horse's head and handed them over to the jumping servant. - Mentor... Lesana stood a little apart. She looked at the kref with eyes that were dimmed, but filled with hidden relief. - Take him to Nurlisa, then to the soap house, to the doctors and to the refectory. Show the Citadel, explain everything. Then we'll talk. Go with her,” the last kref said, turning to his companion, a strong, broad-shouldered fellow who had just left the saddle and now stood at a respectful distance. The guy tried to look calm, but confusion was reflected in his dark eyes. Lesana gave the newcomer a quick glance and nodded, inviting him to follow. He obediently moved after her, but the girl felt his eyes glowing with curiosity behind her back. Still - a girl in ports and without braids. Or maybe he did not understand that she was a girl? And then Lesana remembered how Febr led her, Eilisha and Tamir in the same echoing corridors of the Citadel to the lower ti
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The rope, thrown over the dryer pole, swayed measuredly. It was hot. The barn smelled of old manure. Shreds of last year's dry hay stuck out of the gaps in the eaves. Skotin had to slaughter greenfields in the middle , when Siyana fell ill, and Volynets was up to nothing. The wife had a hard time giving birth, but the daughter was born strong, pink and noisy. The father and grandmother nursed the child together, because the mother fell ill. Volynets treated his wife with Dar, but even Dar did not help in such rotten weather. A rainy spring turned into a cold and also rainy summer. Water poured down from heaven day after day in unstoppable torrents. The earth became limp, the young grass began to rot, neither mushrooms nor berries grew in the forest, the fields turned into swamps - there was nowhere to sow bread, and no one ... However, little by little, Shiyana stood up, although she was still weak. Volyn breathed a sigh of relief. Therefore, when on a rainy morning of the month of
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“Whoo! Wow!!!" the wind whistled through the trees "Tsh-sh-sh ..." - powerful crowns responded to his thin howl. Tamir tried to fall asleep, but for some reason sleep escaped his head. And, although for a few days spent in the saddle, the guy was exhausted - even fatigue could not knock him into a slumber. He was still afraid of the forest. Not even so much those who walk, live here, but the thicket itself. With my mind I understood that the forest feeds, waters, gives shelter. Look, take them with Veles - already nine days on the road, and there is nothing to complain about. Sleep on soft, eat hearty. And yet the forest remained a forest. He frightened the novice, who still did not really know how to find his way among the impenetrable thicket, did not know how to remember the path he had traveled. Velesh was from the village, so he willingly told the youngest about everything he knew: he taught him to find streams in the thicket, remember the way and find the way in the sun. But
