HAS SHOUTED

– 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.
No, not sweat – slime! With a bad smell, excellent white, it covered all skin. That it has caused: a wound on a head or poison of a dragon?
– The father! – has shouted Arlo. Hands and feet at it have grown dumb, the body ached from painful race, but it was unimportant.

Hejvig thought of that it with Xenia to get over somewhere in a safe place, for example to Russia or the Western Europe.
Not in forces to understand a fight overall picture, Hejvig has got the field-glass. With its help he could learn separate people. Or corpses … yes, Juan Mendoza … and … about My God, Dzherri Jennings whom he hoped to rescue …
– The girl. It is wounded. Dies. Blood. Help, – has spoken Arlo between air drinks.
The only thing that reminded of severity of the Byzantian customs in their bedroom, there was an icon of Maiden Maria. Light getting through cracks in shutters, shined the walls ornamented by bright colours and cheerful animals Xenia laid in bed. It was such small, such thin in the nightgown. The skin fitting its fragile bones, was, as svezhevypavshy the snow slightly painted by a pink dawn. Its lips have dried up, have cracked. Dense hair were swept on a pillow, from a pale face the huge scared eyes looked.
I cannot understand, why he was afraid to glance in Xenia's future, to learn, when she will die. Really he considered, that ignorance will rescue its freedom, more truly, freedom illusion. I know nothing, besides, that it remained with me two days, giving rest to a body and training to do injections. At last he has said goodbye. Neither it, nor I did not know, whether we will meet again. It has left by a taxi in the airport, villages in the plane and has departed to Istanbul there to move to the past where it will be grasped by agents Eerii.
– Ah, – it has exhaled. – here is how they you … Hold. – she has stretched it a small lamp, but Hejvig, with desperately beating heart, could not hold it exactly. Leonsa has sworn, took a small lamp back and, having clamped it in a teeth, began to saw a file a cable.
Lantern light was reflected from a smooth surface of a kitchen table. In the furnace, crackling, logs burnt. On the furnace there was an enormous coffee pot. Though to the nearest neighbours howled half-day of driving on a horse in the house stood among trees, Olaf Torstad always received visitors after darkness approach. That somebody will be issued in windows, did not confuse him: let think, that he suffers a sleeplessness.

– The woman of the modified human nature from a planet the Minion. Your grandmother was minonetkoj, you – on a quarter a minion.
– 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.
– As the politician, I evade from the answer. – its sudden dryness has surprised Hejviga. – But I think, that you see the future in too gloomy light. Despotism can be destroyed. However we, Mauri, with the concentration in biology can leave to the future very bad inheritance.
– So it also has ended the life. He has screamed at night, and then its room has become empty. Probably, it somewhere has thrown itself(himself) in time as for it searched in the past, and in the future, but anywhere do not send.

And the dragon already moved, for the present inertly and drowsily, shaking a stone footfall of the feet. Arlo has screamed, as if in fear – a simple problem! – also has run on the spiral tunnel.
The dragon has reached crossing and the gauging confused with presence of two victims. What of them to pursue? But already through an instant has solved: the frightened. It has rounded a corner and has rushed after Arlo. A hell has stood on a place when by it the extended trunk has flown. Arlo has understood it not looking: except footfall of a dragon, other sounds it was not audible.
Hence, those who has had ti me to run from us, were not vysokomoralnymi people, and the only thing of what they thought, it about rescue of own skin. I do not think, that such people without money, without formation can live easy in any epoch of the civilised world. No, the only thing where they could sit out, – so it among wild tribes. There they can become sorcerers, prophets.
Caves have accepted not clear outlines. One were dark, others – light; they are small, they are huge. Some lasted directly, and on them the wind appeared; so me in a complicated manner coiled. The extraneous person would be surprised here with a variety of forms and colouring, for Arlo this by itself was understood.
The person, reflected Arlo, it is much more difficult than an animal. Any time it considered the girl, trying to understand its prompting. But they have appeared same imperceptible, as well as a flesh which he vainly searched at it between feet.
Here too there were four agents dressed by crusaders. Hejvig at once has learnt them. Mendoza, the criminal from Spain of the twentieth century. Hejvig met it in Jerusalem. Moriarti, the Brooklyn gangster of the nineteenth century. In hands on c all it held a small machine gun. Hans, landskneht the sixteenth century, with curiosity observed, how Konrad from Brabant struggles with Xenia.

– The girl. It is wounded. Dies. Blood. Help, – has spoken Arlo between air drinks.
– Aton! Navetrennyj wood! – has shouted Arlo, pulling Slejpnira for a tail. A hell dies, and it should potter with this feeble-minded animal!
– Dock, – he spoke to me a voice, hoarse with despair. – I could not remain there where we were, in this similarity of paradise. I could not remain anywhere, presumed to interfere to myself with the future.
Now Arlo was able to prosecute a subjects about hvee. Why plants evaded from it? Have Perhaps, become angry about presence at a garden of one more person? However old man Bedokur quite often came into a garden. Arlo it annoyed, but it could do nothing: Bedokur was one more creation Htona – as well as nerves though it is little bit another. Hvei Bedokura did not love – but it did not influence in any way the relation of plants to Arlo. Why with Adoj it turns out differently?