DIRT, SLUSH, A COLD

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.
– I did not speak it, dock. Moreover, I do not trust in it. It seems to me, that all of us we are a part of any grandiose mechanism. And the more we do not know, the more widely a range sew freedom.
Inheriting floor there was a balcony from which all court yard was surveyed. From here Sahem said the sermons. Hejvig left on a beam and in pale light of coming morning has looked downwards. The chaos of fight There reigned, shouts, groans, shots were heard. Everywhere rolled dead, wounded, crippled. Fight noise offended peace heavens.
Arlo has shrugged shoulders. It has picked up the weapon on the earth, and then has hastened on the tunnel to that place where last time saw to the Hell. First of all it is necessary to deduce it from a trap. And at a leisure it is possible to think that meant Hton.

Hejvig remained it is happy. Its returning was difficult operation. He had to wait long for the plane in the dead Istanbul infected with a radio-activity.
– I yet have not studied all technical and scientific details. For this reason it is necessary for us in the future. Physicists speak about a mathematical equivalent of travel to the past and about possibility to fly with superlight speed. They hope to develop the theory which will help to create such ship. Perhaps at them it will turn out, and can, and is not present. I know, that in Poljaris-Hauze it will not turn out. But, can, leaves in the far future or on other planet rotating round other sun. But it does not change the grandfather. The ship can fly and with small speed if the command consists of travellers. You understand me? Travel can last centuries. But for us travel to the future even if we move in space, occupies minute, hours … Our children will be others. But they will be there! We will begin a way to infinity for mankind!
There was a November, 1213. Hejvig has chosen this month because knew: there will be a dirt, slush, a cold – and agents Eerii will not be on duty at my house. But on the bank of a bay the Gold Horn weather was not such cold though the penetrating wind blew through Black sea from Russia, bringing a rain. In houses of Byzantines for protection against a cold there were only copper braziers – fireplaces here were the expensive. Xenia's small body shuddered from a cold, in lungs rattles were heard.
In a city fires flared. The bitter smoke curled. People as mad rats, hid in houses or ran out from them. And everywhere they were waited by one: murders, violence, robberies, beatings, mockeries. In streets corpses rolled. Blood flew on ditches. Mothers mourned over children, children with the loud we cry searched for mothers, yet did not become victims terrified from blood and murder of vandals. All priests subjected to severe tortures that they have told where church treasures are hidden. All has been plundered: subjects of art, a jewelry were scattered on the whole continent. And a little that was preserved. Not thinking of a cultural value of treasures, barbarians broke out precious metals and stones, the rest was burnt. So much was lost from this a cultural heritage that stored Constantinople till this awful day. And Turks were here at anything. All were made by crusaders.

– No. I never could work with a gang of the zombie. After all I should erase all their last life from their memory and … is not present, it is impractical. Keadzimu has arranged some my guys in shkody psychotechnology training, but all the same work was too big.
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, that they are travellers in time …
But the happy ends are not present. And no ends are present. Nothing comes to an end. However, to us happy instants drop out.
In comparison with a "spoke" spiral were short, but Arlo and with empty hands it would be required minutes ten to cross a den. Now time for it will leave twice more.
– To alter? You mean, to create our copies? No, certainly. I done not included into the government, but and I read reports on debate, works of our philosophers. The principal cause of destruction of the previous civilisation, machine culture, consisted that, she aspired to make all people similar. Certainly, it not the unique reason, but one that have led the world to accident. – Lohanasso has struck a mighty fist on hand-rail. – oh, damn, Thomas, we need all variety of mankind, variety of shapes, ways of thinking, a way of life!

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.
– We simply wished to learn, they here same, how at us, or not? – Has answered Hejvig. – I heard. Owners differ the big variety.
– I know, that the traveller in time cannot change anything. I tried to make it, but unsuccessfully. It was in a youth when I wished to return back and to warn the father, that for it waits.
From here there was only one reliable course: the tunnel-corkscrew, which sizes hardly allowed to pass on it to the person. Other tracks conducted by kitomeduz, caterpillars and other predators. Arlo could go there when with it was Hton, but not alone.
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.
Now Arlo has seen, that it is the girl. At least, not the boy. A breast as at the man, but between feet it is not visible any shoot.

When Bedokur how knew Arlo agrees with it, it is better to consider all anew. But suddenly in it has arisen strong feeling is intolerable. The wolf has found out a smell, has attacked on the Hell and torments her?
House Manassisa was among the first which it investigated. Though and not the very first. Hejvig wished to accustom a little at first itself to that will see.
Is better to escape from it. Usually salamanders do not leave hot tunnels-vozduhoduvki. It suggested, th at its presence here is not casual. A salamander has caused Hton to bar its way.
– Well, I will have it in a kind, Hauk. But you too are afraid. After all same all the same New Rome. Anna took both of them under hands, uncertainly smiling.
At last they have reached to navetrennogo woods. Everywhere from a ceiling stalactites hanged down, incorporating with the stalagmites rising upwards, as columns. Many of them vertical were not: the constant wind rejected a dripping liquid, inclined stone sculptures turned out also. At times, after centuries, natural forces changed a wind direction, compelling these constructions to be bent in other party, and the increased number navetrennyh columns braked air currents that affected the form of columns leeward. Slow growth gave way to aeration. As a result at stalactites randomly hanging down branches, and at stalagmites – fancifully twirled roots grew. Colours were the most different: shone blue and pink strips, narosshy a green moss. Arlo saw before itself original annals of caves: the luminescence not always was here green, and in expanding columns its ancient versions have remained.