EXCELLENT. I

Other equipment and the chronologist has put in a metal box which now hung at it behind the back.
– Fine work, – has told Krasitsky, having read its report. – it is excellent. I am assured, that Sahem will award you for it.
Arlo gauging. A hell! It remained in a garden one, without any protection, and something big and terrible moved to it. He has felt it that part which is adjusted for a life of caves. To this ability has learnt him Hton.

– It has begun as the brilliant young philosopher. And has finished a life the statesman. I speak you about it, as you one of two people of my time to whom I can let into the secrets. Whether see, I not a wise man, I can slide only on a life surface, collecting the information. But whether I can interpret the collected facts, whether I can understand, what occurs? Whence to me to know, that should be made, that I can be made - simply have slipped on a surface of years, and Karelo Keadzimu veins, worked, thought in a thick of events. Its help was necessary to me. – whether see, – has told to it Hejvig, – one element of your culture is too developed at the expense of the others.
It has not been locked at all. Here nobody could enter without the permission. If he, certainly did not intend to destroy all created Sahemom. Hejvig has widely opened doors.
Their house was empty in the beginning, but in due course it has been arranged and decorated with taste which she has inherited from the father. From a house roof it was possible to see a bay the Gold Horn and walls and domes of Constantinople on other coast. From such distance it seemed the rich, not plundered city.
– Jack, you zaboltalsja also has hit in too high matters. Finish the prophecies, the darling, and pay attention to the glass.

– 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.
– If you well conduct yourself, will go with us without noise, we will leave her alone. I even will make to it a prick, after all, how much I understand, in a small suitcase a syringe and medicines?
– The salamander is a death! – has spoken Arlo, examining a creature on a dart. It was still live and struggled.
It has helped Xenia to rise. The girl has seized it both h ands, and he has stroked its long confused black hair, having recollected as held it when it was the child. Through a shoulder he has shouted the rest:
The Mexican any more was not. Hejvig has sliped in the past for the whole days. He needed to inhale fresh air, to wipe sweat from the person, to calm down. At last it has come to the senses I could return to scan in time all fight. However Mendozy he and could not find out Probably, the Mexican has moved far forward, to epoch Eerii to cause the help.
Arlo has spat out in a palm a stone, has aimed and has thrown in the right eye of a dragon. But the creature has had time to blink, and the splinter has only slipped on kozhistomu to a century. Arlo has thrown the second stone in other eye – the dragon has again blinked. Dodge is not has gone right, it at all has not blinded a monster – now it will easily cope with extraction.

Even more to secure itself against agents Eerii, he has thought up to itself(himself) a new name – John Andersen – and has accustomed Xenia to name it so. Fortunately, it was not curious and did not set silly questions concerning why it has replaced a name and why it, such rich and notable, has decided to marry it, the poor girl? Eventually, if so it wanted to it to have it why it has not made its concubine?
The boy has stopped at the most promising niche where the new version grew. These flowers were blue and – yes-yes! – were slightly shone! The first shone blue hybrid! Arlo has brought to a flower a palm, but that has deviated. Actually hveja did not move, petals simply nearest to it hardly have hung, designating refusal.
Aton has rested a palm against back Snejpnira and vsprygnul on it. Its vigour has not seemed Arlo to the strange: the father always w as the active person. Only recently Arlo has overtaken it in growth. Aton has bent, has picked up the son and has set on a back segment of a racer. Slejpnir at all has not paid to it attention: it that on it sits Aton interested only.

– We can reject bad, select the best, young, deduce them on a correct way, oh, damn! About My God! What to us these numskulls from Eerii? We will do the future, instead of they!
Its place was occupied with the next attack of irritation. Why Hell has not told to it, what is able to speak on-drevnezemljanski? And if it has come to the senses, when it bore it from a den of a dragon why has not let about it know? It quite could move on the tunnel to an attack mixes, and then again oslabla. Or just it seemed.
On October, 31st, 1971 it was necessary on Sunday. It means, that tomorrow children will go to school. Looking at children, I have recollected children when they were at the same age, I about Kejt. I have made fire in a fireplace, have prepared the favourite tube, a mug with hot sidrom, I have put favourite plate Kejt on a player have sat down at fire, having plunged in memoirs. To me it was quiet, and I was happy.
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.