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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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- Lesanka! - the dungeon was lit up by the bright light of a torch, and somewhere in the neighboring kutu an angry growl full of flour was heard. - Get out! The grate creaked as Veud pulled it towards him. The prisoner blinked. After sitting in the dark for a long time, the radiance of the fire cut the eyes weaned from the light. “Daren stood up for you before the head,” Vyud said, hastily tidying up the felt that had served the prisoner. - She says, they say, what to take from a girl-fool, she has already received her own, she has been fermenting for several days, it’s time to know the honor, otherwise, they say, everyone is busy with business, she alone is lying on her sides. So Ned blessed you to clean up the dead and the dead. He says you have to scrub the floors there for four weeks. Let's go, it's cold here, passion! Both hurried to the exit. The girl wandered from the casemate, in which she stank of prel from head to toe, and thought what bliss it was to stretch her stiff l
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Therefore, having finished, Lesana curled up on a cold hay and then remembered that ... she had almost no face. The next morning, her eyes would not open, she was swollen with bruises, and her nose was bruised ... The girl took several heavy breaths, gathering her strength. She raised her hand to her face. Inhale. Exhalation. All in the past. Inhale. Exhalation. A bluish glow slowly blossomed on the fingertips. Inhale. Exhalation. Eilisha did this when she treated Tamir. Pale sparks, like reflections of stars in water. Inhale. Exhalation. Weak tingling in the body. It will turn out. It should work. After all, it worked for Eilish. Inhale. Exhalation. Tomorrow she will not come out of her bed swollen and disfigured - a universal laughingstock, an occasion for gossip among students and evil joy of Donatos. Inhale. Exhalation. A pale glow seeped through the skin. Inhale. Exhalation. Lesana dropped her hand. From the incredible tension, her strength dried up, the novice fell
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The days spent between nightmares and reality slightly dulled Lesana's black longing. The girl got up and began to clean the closet. - Did you get up? - the old woman, who returned with a bucket of icy water, was surprised. - Got up... - Come, come here, wash yourself here. The student suddenly said bitterly: - You're messing around with me. Useless me. Worthless. The grandmother put her hands on her hips and asked caustically: - She invented it, al suggested who? - Itself. What kind of howl am I if I couldn’t fight back?! the girl suddenly cried out. Karga chuckled. – Howl... What kind of howl are you? You are a follower. About last year, you were only taught to jump and fall, to wave sticks, to pull the bowstring. In the autumn, they only began to mix with each other. And for the time being, you don’t know how to own your Gift at all. Howl... will say too! She sat down on the bench, wiping her sweaty forehead with the corner of her handkerchief. Lesana clenched her fists
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Lesana was carefully cleaning the soot-covered vat. Nurlisa shuffled along, shaking the junk from the chests. She took out one bundle of fabric, then another, laid them out, stroking them lovingly. It was hot, stuffy and ... blissful in the closet. During her monotonous work, the novice was carried away by her thoughts into the void. She didn’t think about anything, she just carefully rubbed the round iron sides, and enjoyed the warmth and roar of fire emanating from the furnace. “Look out,” Nurlis’s assistant would sometimes call out and show her another piece of fabric. - It seems like you didn’t catch it? The girl nodded in response. That was the whole point of their simple conversation. And the grandmother, like many old people, loved to ask empty questions and wait for an answer to them. - Avon, how firewood cracks! Come on, again this stoker from the stokers of one pine fell off me, but what, Lesanka? This question had to be answered with an invariable “yes”, otherwise Nur
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The climber has come. Severe, with frosts and snowstorms. For days on end, outside the walls of the Citadel, the wind howled, whined, whistled and beat, sweeping loose loose snowdrifts to the foot of the fortress. But Lesana still lived in the dungeons, rarely getting out to the surface. Daren, enraged by her clumsiness and inability, imposed a double duty on the novice, turning her into a second Nurlisa. Now she, too, carried firewood all day long, washed, rubbed, drowned. Here it is today... The girl slammed the casemate grate shut and threw the dirty rag into the bucket. Phew ... All hands are pissed and cracked, the skin has become like a washcloth! But today, even the dead to scrub. And just try not to wash somewhere, Daren will instantly appear, poke his nose at a poorly done job. He, apparently, had already decided for himself that the student Kleskha was not capable of anything other than scrubbing the floors. Well, let. In the end, the usual women's work. However, this was
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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
