TURNED TO BOGS

– That does he want, Hton? – Has asked Arlo, directing attention in that place in the brain where usually there was its friend. But this time has not received the answer.
In what it has changed? In what – unless has shown care of the girl. Really hvei would like it to die more if it has left the girl? If has allowed Htonu to make of it one more zombie? Is not present – it has arrived how has considered correct because a companion is necessary to it.
In some seconds it has rushed into a garden. But its approach has frightened away a monster – Arlo has seen only huge trunk of an escaping animal. He has thrown following a dart, hoping to touch with its poisoned end, but the distance was too great.
On it there was a dress very similar on represented in DZL. She always put on, despite suffocating heat. The clothes became a part of its peshcherno-house ritual, and Arlo never occurred, that can be differently. Kokene was about fifty, and it is beautiful or is ugly – what difference? It his mother.

– 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 that 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.
Whether she loved it? Perhaps men were simply necessary to it. However, now it is not important. The main thing, that he loved it.
From a player Mozart's music flew, in a lap at me the small volume with Keats's verses laid, nearby on a table there was a glass where it has been poured on two fingers of whisky. Memoirs crowded in my head and sometimes forced to smile. Fine time for the old person.
– I have arrived there, – spoke to me subsequently Hejvig, – to learn the truth about civilisation Mauri at the moment of it vzdeta. Also has seen, th at it at all the savages who have come back to a bosom of the nature. Moreover, their brain has been adjusted more structurally, than at many people of the twentieth century. However meanwhile they could not receive some good fuel for devices more hard air. They did not have even a helium for creation of safe dirigible balloons. We have too tried, having destroyed all that could.
Hejvig began to move slowly forward in time. When behind a window it became absolutely light, it has stopped, has accurately corrected the cut cable th at the cut has not been swept up, and began to wait. Never before time did not last so slowly.
«There has passed year since Jack Hejvig and Leonsa from Vahorna have said goodbye to me, I often think of them. Certainly, usual vanity fills my days, but also among it I always find hour to recollect them. They can be now in any place the planets indulging in despair or triumphing. After all right now there is all about what they told to me. But we never will meet more. The end of their life is immensely far from the moment of my death.
– I can not tell it. This mysterious future … still should be studied It. – Hejvig has wiped eyes. – later, later. Now I am too tired. Borrow me the knife, I will cut after a dinner of branches to sleep properly for all time.

– Hton! – with a pain he has exclaimed, addressing for the help to the friend-god. But Hton still did not answer.
However, absence Htona was not full – the dragon remained motionless. What meant refusal Htona of dialogue?
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.
The girl shouted and shouted. To it was only fourteen years. Its hair were disarranged, tears flew on the person, leaving traces on cheeks. Konrad has clasped it for a waist one hand, and another broke from it clothes. Heavy palitsa hung on its belt. On it blood and brains of the killed people was baked.
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.
– Truly! Aton searched for infinite treasure, a blue pomegranate, and has found a salamander. In the same way he all life searched for a charming siren – or, say, valkiriju – minonetku, but searches have resulted it here, in the underground world. A siren, valkirija, minonetka: all is roads to death. Such is all his life.

Shades were carried by by when time was uncontrollably torn forward. They had the form and colour, weight and the sizes only when they stopped to eat, have a sleep, take a sip air. Over these hills years, were carried by decades, centuries … the landscape Varied, there came the glaciers accompanied by snow storms. Then they thawed, leaving after themselves enormous lakes from which drank water mastodonty. Then these lakes grew with a grass, turned to bogs … And again glaciers came, and again they thawed, but now on surrounding boundless prairies herds of enormous bisons wandered, whose heavy gait forced to shudder the earth. And here there were first people – mednokozhie, armed with spears with silicon tips. And then there has again come the Big Winter – both again warming, and again people, but already armed with onions and arrows. A mastiff conquerors, fire and a sword extracting to themselves the right to live on this blest earth … have come
For last rest group Hejviga has stopped in the house of one farmer which was not the traveller but who could be trusted.
Verdandi has nodded. For certain she knew, th at it will return to it, and could wait. At the zombie improbable patience.
They have moved for some days. The door in the chamber has not been locked. They have come downstairs, have passed through a court yard and left in gate which at that time were always open. Soon they were in wood and began to move to the past, stopping for rest only at night.
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.

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.
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.
Arlo was going to distract a monster, but it has appeared in difficult position. For some time it could escape from a dragon, turning off in crossed tunnels, – the weight and speed did a dragon by less mobile, than Arlo. But so could not proceed eternally – and it would not rescue wounded to the Hell. When the dragon will lag behind from Arlo, it becomes its extraction – this time zamiranie on a place him will not deceive! Why the little girl has not escaped, while it had such possibility?
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.
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.