MORNING WHEN HEJVIG HAS

Arlo has brought to the Hell in the favourite secluded corner and has lowered near foaming falls. It has begun to enclose to it under a head a moss, but while was engaged in it, the girl has sat down – and so it is live, that he has guessed: any time it already is awake.
Aton directed Slejpnira under instructions Arlo, and they quickly rushed to a garden. Even on such quick racer travel has occupied a lot of time – safe road, conducted around. Driving away terrible thought that there expects them, Arlo has started talking to the father, and it happened extremely seldom. Relations at them were not that that bad, but any incomplete. In effect, Arlo badly knew the father.
But it was not its own fear. Here, keeping balance, he felt in safety. In that safety which in general is possible in caves.
Hejvig has arrived to Istanbul around docks and has gone kruzhnoj road not to guide spies. The road was almost empty. In one hand it bore the chronologist, in another – a flat small suitcase where Xenia's life consisted. The rain strewed from the grey sky, and soon all its clothes were dripping wet, the cold rose to a body. The sound of its steps on slippery stones was boomingly carried on deserted streets. He hurried up. After all has passed more than fifteen minutes since he has left Xenia. There were three o'clock in the afternoon, and twilight has already hung over a city.

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.
But safety was most expensive. Their fortress stood on a high hill at which bottom the waters the river peacefully rolled. It sparkled on the sun, as bronze.
– You sent me basically cards, – I have told. – also has forced me to be fidgety. – after a pause I have asked: – Where you were?
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 …
This time Arlo has kept silent. The prophecy was obviously senseless, but it would not like to cause their mad fun.

Hejvig marked places where marauders with extraction stopped, and transferring to record to people on Eerii which, changed clothes by crusaders, took away extraction. In this bedlam it was possible to do anything you like, not involving attention. Extraction was transferred on the ship standing in a safe place.
No, something threatened not to it, but someone to another. To his father Atonu? No, not to it. His mothers Kokene? No.
It was possible not to be afraid, that such kind acts of demons-francs will get to chronicles though for certain stories about them will live in folklore. However in fifty seven years when Michael Paleolog will finish dependence on Romans and will create similarity of the empire, all stories will be forgotten about it.
– The strangest, – he spoke Leonse, – that during epoch Mauri and later travellers in time were not born. Though, can, they remain incognito as it happened in early history. Perhaps they are afraid to show the uniqueness? And nevertheless though one we would know …
As tried, it has come too late. By the moment of its arrival agents have cracked a door and have got into the house. They have put the person at doors that that has met robbers about whom has warned Hejvig. Now it has made the business and has joined the rests to have a good time together with them.
Hejvig marked places where marauders with extraction stopped, and transferring to record to people on Eerii which, changed clothes by crusaders, took away extraction. In this bedlam it was possible to do anything you like, not involving attention. Extraction was transferred on the ship standing in a safe place.
It was Xenia's accompanied by curses and a laughter the shout. Hejvig has started back, as if it have struck.

Arlo has exposed before itself a salam ander and has rushed to run. This time Bedokur, knowing about danger, has departed from road. With what pleasure Arlo would hook its salamander?
– Follow me, – the psychotherapist has told. Its voice was soft. Drugged by a drug, Kaleb Uollis has grasped his hand. They have left, and Hejvig remained in painful expectation. Time flew very slowly, but at last the psychotechnician has told to it, that it is possible to enter.
– To us have then told, that the dying brain is released from action of a drug and Uollis before death has recollected everything, that was actually …
Hell all laid on a stone in blood. The body is torn apart, as if at raspotroshennoj kamneteski so interiors are visible even – however is live. Arlo has darted one scared glance and has understood, that will make nothing. The help is necessary to it.
I envied we blow, undertaken the decision of this problem. Present: to find, and then to shape a firm alloy from konfutsianskogo the teacher, the hunter on a kangaroo, the Polish schoolboy, the Mesopotamic peasant, the West African smith, Mexican vakero, the Eskimo girl … Even on, only to gather this freakish kaleidoscope, many forces were required. And then still much of them had to say, th at they are travellers in time …
However, his parents always seemed sad and not only because one has lost an eye, and another – possibility to move but also therefore, it is probable, that could not forget the first-born which name Arlo never heard. That boy has died in infancy, till birth Arlo. He knew about whom only according to old doctor Bedokura. That is why the letter "And" of the First-born has passed to the second child – differently it would name in another way. Arlo knew, that he is the second son and in the opinion of parents belongs to the second grade though they never about it mentioned – there was no need.

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– Well, it is young, – I have tried to calm him. – it is possible, streptomycin … – I has risen, has clapped it on the bent back. – Calm down, the sonny. Listen, that I will tell … – And I admitted to it, that five years ago in conversation with one writer from California could not be kept and have told to it separate details of epoch Mauri about which has learnt from Hejviga. This strange culture has intrigued me, and I have thought, that this person, the writer trained in reflexions and assumptions, can explain me their some riddles and paradoxes. Naturally, I have told nothing to it about Hejvige and about an information source. Having listened to me, the writer has asked of the permission to use some thoughts in the products, and I have not found the reasons for refusal.
Someone has knocked at a door. I have said something muffled, have hardly risen from an armchair and, thinking out pretexts for an apology and refusal, have gone to a door. My mood has not improved, when my dog, hardly not having knocked me down, has rushed to a door. I held this inconsiderate dog only because it once belonged Kejt. Being a puppy when its mistress has died, now it already and itself was close to a tomb.
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 …
The metal cable dlinoju in five foots, attached to a foot, has been chained to a ring walled in a wall. Yes, it was a unique way to keep in the conclusion of the traveller in time.