MORIARTI, THE BROOKLYN

Here too there were four agents dressed by crusaders. Hejvig at once has learnt them. Mendoza, the criminal from Spain of the twentieth century. Hejvig met it in Jerusalem. Moriarti, the Brooklyn gangster of the nineteenth century. In hands on c all it held a small machine gun. Hans, landskneht the sixteenth century, with curiosity observed, how Konrad from Brabant struggles with Xenia.
– And stories have been published, – with a guilty kind I have told Hejvigu. – it is interesting, that in some stories he even has managed to foretell that I have learnt from you only later, for example struggle of the government against those who tries to revive machine technology. What if agents Eerii leave on your trace?
– Do not move, Hejvig, – the person in English has told. – Also do not try to run. Remember th at the woman at us.
Arlo has pulled out from cold river water skatomeduzu. That resisted and tried to reach his hand a sting, but it skilful movement has broken to it a pseudo-ridge, and it has calmed down. In murder was some kind of a charm, but also and wines, therefore it never killed simply so.
Its shout nobody heard. He has shouted once again and has passed in the house, in familiar rooms. The call for help was heard from that part of the house where there was a bench and pantries.

Hejvig left from Manassisa rather anxious. It has returned back, to happier time, has rented a room in hotel, has densely had supper, has laid down to sleep. In the morning he has well had breakfast. It was not lishne for the person who soon should battle.
The garden was in an enormous cave, so high, that a ceiling it was not visible. Here it was light and warmly as the bright luminescence proceeded not only from walls and a floor, but also from graceful green and blue plants which grew in niches. But even more strongly shined a cave an equal yellowish flame from above: burning streams of gas, the monstrous fiery languages throwing downwards light and heat when was not smokes. In a garden it was noisy – not from wind howl, and from a roar of falling water and pulled out fire.
Hejvig has been surprised by the determination. More and more he felt, that simply meets half-way the inevitable. Conscience already tired to torment him and has shown the ultimatum. And, despite danger, it has felt for the first time the world and rest in the soul.
It could be no more than simply observer from the party. The order received by it, to impropriety was simple: to remain out of danger, in what not to interfere, on pain of severe punishment not to influence events. To make everything, to return live as data are necessary to them.
– Strike me! – she has spoken, having put in pawn hands for a back and having lifted a head. So it was very lovely.
Well, such is human life. And the Earth in space. But I so want, much that wants. I want, th at they were happy and free this summer, which for them already last. That they have called in to me and we together would bathe in lake, walked in wood. However they for certain would want to meet with Elinor, his mother, in one of those moments when he has been assured that is in safety. He has told to it … that? She never spoke to me.
Whether she loved it? Perhaps men were simply necessary to it. However, now it is not important. The main thing, that he loved it.

To realise it, Arlo any time as, except parents and Bedokura, he seldom saw other representatives of the kind was required. Others were on pictures in DZL, therefore Arlo knew, that they exist, – but those have been dressed.
Arlo has rejected a dart aside. The salamander is yet dead, but to it not to get rid of the heavy stone dart which has pierced it, and with it moves it cannot. The way is free.
– Big. Our century – a severe century. We have received severe lessons what even generation Uollisa cannot present itself. Besides, the general style of a life, science level … He for certain heard something, for example, about the operational analysis, but never used it. Hejvig has strained.
Arlo has hastened to deduce to the Hell from a labyrinth while the dragon has not returned. Has gone down with it to a safe stream where has washed off to it disgusting to a mix about skin and blood from hair. After that has led in the garden.
– I think, that not soon again I will appear in Constantinople. My owners, considering developing circumstances … In a word, be cautious. Try to be imperceptible. Hide gold and happen in the street less. Especially at night. I know francs.
– Aton! Navetrennyj wood! – has shouted Arlo, pulling Slejpnira for a tail. A hell dies, and it should potter with this feeble-minded animal!
Leonsa has turned to me. She has softly smiled, as though apologising for weakness and vulnerability of its man; that she has told, for it was the simple remark which does not have resolutely any value:

Having reached a corkscrew (the name occurs from a subject mentioned in DZL: spirals from the metal wire used for vynimanija of stoppers from ancient bottles), it has stopped. There there was a salamander.
– We have answered: about the past, the future and the present. Your angry incest will destroy a life and death.
Morning when Hejvig has woken up near Leonsy has come. She still slept, warm, soft, having put a hand to it on a breast. This time not its body has tired her. And its thoughts, a reasoning …
That minute when Arlo it seemed, that she dies. A hell has calmed down. Eyes have been closed, as if she sleeps. Any time Arlo observed of the girl, but it did not move, and gradually its alarm has receded.
They stupidly obeyed Hejvigu. In the street it has stopped, has removed a raincoat from the killed crusader. It has removed a sword from other corpse. It did not begin to remove a sheath not to lose time. The sword of the crusader gave the chance to it to spend the small group through a city, not being afraid, that will stop them.

Hejvig and Leonsa were at me in March then their work was in the heat. And only in Day of All Sacred has heard history continuation.
– We could not release them. Could not and shoot. And also could not hold eternally them in an imprisonment in confidential prison.
– I was hooked for a wire on a ladder just that day when wished to go to travel … And when has recovered and was ready to start over again, I have received an emergency call from my insurance company and I had to be engaged in urgent affairs. And when I have returned in Senlak, it has appeared, that mother has definitively torn with Birkelundom and requires my presence. I have looked on two innocent children whom it has brought in this world, and have taken up this burden.
However, their life was enough difficult. They had to live hermits, to disappear from agents Eerii.
The hunter, shamanka, the prophet, the mistress of many and the murderer of many … and here it before me, dressed in the most ordinary clothes: a fashionable suit, nylon stockings, shoes on high heels, in hands a handbag, on lips usual lipstick, also speaks it in English, absolutely not not differing from mine.