THE MISSION – TO

And even if the happy future, where road which conducts t here is intended mankind? You remember, once I have expressed opinion, that Napoleon should execute the mission – to unite Europe, to gather it. But Hitler of it could not be allowed. It was impossible to admit its victories. And how to me to consider Eeriju?
Now Arlo moved more cautiously for new tunnels could be killing while their features are unknown. This site seemed ordinary, but Arlo not such fool to rely on appearance. It has sniffed, studying suspicious smells. Sometimes on such here dry territory the chimera trapped...
The cross-section tunnel has seemed, and Arlo has curtailed into it. The dragon has braked on turn, having lost speed. Perfectly – Arlo time prize was necessary! Perhaps, Arlo could outwit a dragon while that sleepy, and itself to return back to the Hell and to specify it a flight way. Weak hope, but...

Hejvig has returned back and began to move gradually to the future, from time to time passing in normal time. Thus it has reached until when francs entered into a city. Also has seen murders, robberies, destructions, has seen the gangsters sated with murders, the adjusting captives loaded with extraction. He knew, that cannot change not the past, the future, but it should take that is necessary for it from the past.
Constantinople, second half of day … Hejvig left on April, 13th, 1204 on the avenue conducting on a hill. It was not audible habitual knock kopra, a scratch of wheels, a sound of bells, laughter, voices, shouts of children. But the remote roar of a fire and cries of the frightened people were heard. Somewhere absolutely the dog nearby has begun a bark.
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.
The head has risen. On the dirty person tears flew, and behind the confused yellow locks huge eyes shone.
Snorting was heard. There was no need to turn around to understand: this time the dragon has woken up! Children faced to it, as on a saucer.
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.
I took the tube. We had already dinner and sat in my office among books and pictures. The sun has risen highly enough, and I declared, that it is already possible to drink a few temples. But nevertheless atmosphere in an office remained strained.

– Here and our years proceeded, – told Hejvig. – I ved a life of the succeeding businessman with the solid capital and the favourite wife and at the same time moved to the future to study Federation Mauri, its blossoming, its greatness, its gradual fading and the end. Twilight slowly crawled over island. Below, at bottom of Hills, lanterns have already started to be lighted, but water radiated a reflected light of day. In the dark-blue sky Venus was lighted. On a verandah of house Karelo Keadzimu it was smoked fragrant kadilnja. The old man has murmured:
Someone's h and has concerned it. It has hardly come up from embraces of an uneasy dream. The soft palm has clamped to it a mouth. And in blackness of the chamber whisper Leonsy was heard.
It from prison is there was a unique hint. The criminal rejected similar. But it is final not what its mood so quickly varies?
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.
– Has returned to the twentieth century, certainly, in other hotel, and has properly slept. And then, as to my Byzantines, I already more could help nothing to them. But I have warned them th at they did not stir about my help. Let say, that they have simply run away. Not to draw to itself the attention, the best was to give to their destiny. Now I needed to take care of itself.
– We simply wished to learn, they here same, how at us, or not? – Has answered Hejvig. – I heard. Owners differ the big variety.

– Yes, – he has told. – I to you told about Karelo Keadzimu. It has communications worldwide. If he does not know about travellers in time, means, nobody knows. Leonsa, we should risk and go to the future, to Mauri.
And still it should not untie to the enemy of a hand, should not give it possibility freely to be guided in that epoch. Let enemies will spend for it as much as possible the life …
– Judging by that you have told to me, yes. – the Owner of the house has for a long time reflected, but these minutes expectations have not seemed Hejvigu the infinite. – is more true, it seems to you, that in the future there will be a conflict between two concepts which we, Mauri, try to keep in balance.

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.
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.
Hton has disregarded its words. Slime began to harden. The awful white crust has covered to the Hell so, that the girl has turned to a stone sculpture.
– Hi, – he has told, approaching to it – but is not too close. From the zombie of all it is possible to expect.