DARK, OTHERS

It was Xenia's accompanied by curses and a laughter the shout. Hejvig has started back, as if it have struck.
They were in hotel, in the middle of the twentieth century. The night life Kansas of City around raged. While Hejvig did not touch the contributions to banks. He wished to be convinced at first, that is not on a hook of agents Uollisa. Soft light of a lamp fell on Leonsu which in a transparent peignoir sat on bed, having pressed knees to a chin. And nevertheless it showed nothing of the feelings to it, and for it it was only sister. The hunter has learnt patience, and Skulla was able to read souls of people.
The hunter, shamanka, the prophet, the mistress of many and the murderer of many … and here it before me, dressed in the most ordinary clothes: a fashionable suit, nylon stockings, shoes on high heels, in hands a handbag, on lips usual lipstick, also speaks it in English, absolutely not not differing from mine.
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; some 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.
– No, – has answered Leonsa. – there were no reasons Earlier, and now it is too dangerous. – she has attentively looked at me. All the same it was very attractive. – you mean something, dock?

The fortress always was carefully protected, but now when Eerija already so much years prospered, anybody would not condemn sentries who in morning of New year have decided to leave the posts and to celebrate a holiday.
Somehow he has told Xenias, that its favourite classical poets are rather far from a real life. And it to prove it the return, has read to it the Homere, the Greek dramas, hymns … its Voice sounded with inspiration, the finger ran on lines, and among roses bees … hooted
It, Hejvig, should remember, that Xenia or somebody another … deserves immortality no more, than Dukas Manassis,
And here under car wheels gravel has begun to creak. In gate the car has driven and has stopped on a lawn near the big chestnut. The car was unfamiliar to me, and I have sworn about myself, rising from knees, when it has run up to embrace me.
Arlo was not afraid of a dragon but only because that could not leave own tunnels. Its bulky body succeeded only in the territory. In the big caves the dragon became awkward, to slip away from it did not make work. But within the tunnels in diameter of metre in three it turned to a fiend – furious and invincible. The dragon was carnivorous and ate big and small tvarjami which by nonsense or casually got into its den and had not ti me to get out in time therefrom.
After that he long looked at the sleeping girl. It was a pity to it to leave it. She so rejoiced lives and delivered such pleasure to it. It was unpleasant to leave it secretly. Perhaps to leave a note? No, no. It can always return. If will not return, well, she decently knows language, customs, it has enough money. Will not be gone.
Aton directed Slejpnira under instructions Arlo, and they quickly rushed to a garden. Even on such quick racer travel has occupied a lot of time – safe road, conducted around. Driving away terrible thought th at there expects them, Arlo has started talking to the father, and it happened extremely seldom. Relations at them were not that that bad, but any incomplete. In effect, Arlo badly knew the father.

All of them have been dressed equally: dark green parks, the trousers filled in leather boots, helmets, the weapon, a belt with cartridges. He knew these persons better, than the palm. After all it has spent with them many years. Leonsa with wide cheekbones, a convex forehead, sensual lips, which it so often target. CHao, Indhlovu, Guttierez, Belyavsky, Maatuk ibn Pahal. They for an instant have crossed hands and have prepared the weapon as sentries could notice them and give the alarm.
Tunnel walls were here smooth, without traces of claws. The dragon has covered with their dense saliva, having made not subject to a universal greenish luminescence. What for?
Is better to escape from it. Usually salamanders do not leave hot tunnels-vozduhoduvki. It suggested, that its presence here is not casual. A salamander has caused Hton to bar its way.
– And so what for you have resulted me! – has exclaimed flattered Arlo. – Thanks, the friend. Certainly, I would find pass and itself, but with you faster. A new site for researches?
– 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.
For example, the one who searches for the colleagues, should pay attention to singularity, difference of this or that person from associates Shamans, witches, the sorcerers making miracles. The peasant who, despite a drought and other disasters, manages to receive good harvests. The dealer, whose ships regularly come back home, despite storm and hurricanes. The soldier who has become famous as the imperceptible spy and the scout. And when the traveller is revealed, there is not less a challenge to involve it on the party.

Arlo has occurred suddenly, that last faint was very convenient for the girl who would not like to answer questions. But after all it is indeed wounded, and it did not have a confidence, that he pretends to be. That should be trusted?
Soon its confusion and the irritation connected with Scarlet, oslabli. It was only the little girl, the child which have struck on a head. It is quite natural, that it reacted irrationally. He will care of it, and she will recover. It liked this thought: to care of it. At it never was a companion-person, and furthermore girls. The present girl: the zombie is not counted, they only the bowls which reason is buried in Htone. To be in a cover, probably, it is fine – but only if t here is a possibility on own will to be pulled out from it outside.
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, th at it is already possible to drink a few temples. But nevertheless atmosphere in an office remained strained.
Arlo has hardly taken breath. In this oven sweat, appear, and has scattered from its skin. But Kokena did not leave the dwelling near the burning wall warmed with the boiling stream. Unless for a minute.
– 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.

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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...
It hardly remembered, how has reached quickly the house. Somehow it has suddenly appeared there, panting and pulling pants. Kokena with surprise looked at it.
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.
– Purely detective work. We have assumed, that these Greeks of road to you, time you has arrived so, and you will by all means enter with them contact. I recognise, you have not bad confused traces. But nevertheless we have managed to track down you. Having learnt from neighbours, that your wife is seriously sick, we began to wait, when you will leave, knowing, that will soon return. – Krasitsky has looked at Xenia.