The head of the council of the city of Big Stone found a house on the mountain without any effort. Despite the fact that the person living in it stubbornly called himself a hermit, a wide path was trodden to its threshold. And the dwelling least of all resembled a cave laid down for hermits. Solid house, partly stone, partly wooden. It stands on a man-made ledge surrounded by huge pines. Even some fragrant greenery grew near the house itself. And along the path someone planted flowers.Hermits don't live like that. Atana knew exactly. She saw these hermits, at best, whiled away their days sharing a cave with a skinny, mangy goat, giving a mug of milk a day. And they ate from the garden and what they begged from good people, going down to the villages. And they were dressed in unwashed gray-brown rags.The owner of the hermit's house did not even remind. Good clothes, trimmed and without the obligatory shaggy beard.He sat on the threshold, smoking a pipe and looking at the sky.And he
Darine Atana, closing her eyes and trying to keep her face calm, looked at the raging Council of the Great. Wise men and women. Those who care about the good of the city and its inhabitants. This is necessary. Looking at them here and now, hardly anyone would suspect something like that.In principle, Atana could veto any of their decisions. For a maximum of a year, but I could. But does it make sense? Apparently - no. No point. Let them do what they want. They are worse. Especially to the smart guy who started it all. He, for sure, invested time, material wealth, and even reputation in his undertaking. True, the entertainer may not guess about the latter, especially if he considers himself the smartest.Atana chuckled softly.In the meantime, the advisers were shouting, negotiating and almost fighting. There were still more of those who agreed in advance, and they behaved more calmly. Therefore, it was easy to calculate them. But again, it's pointless. What will you present to them?
What is he doing? Dorana asked in a whisper, admiring enough of some crippled guy touching something invisible in front of him.“He is studying defense,” Khiyat replied.They watched the guy through the attic window, passing to each other an old magnifying tube, bought somewhere by Ladai. It’s impossible to make magic lenses, but sometimes you really want to see who is wandering along the fence.How long will he study it? the girl asked the next question. - If it takes a long time, they can start looking for me. I'm helping my mother, I just brought you food.“Who knows,” Khiyat said with a sigh.He and Ladai had been spending all their free time in the library for nearly two decades now. They studied maps of the island. Khiyat read aloud the diaries of the previous keepers, after which the guys looked at the genealogical tree drawn by someone on the flyleaf of a book on the history of the city. Why they needed it, the guys did not say. But Dorana suspected that they were going to loo
Dila fussed around her brother, trying to feed him, question him, persuade him and scold him at the same time. She made her feel comfortable and at home. Ladai gloomily watched this action. In his family, it was not customary to behave like that, especially in front of witnesses. In general, they showed little of their feelings there, and these feelings were mostly negative. And now Ladai felt uncomfortable, as if he were spying on something very intimate.Hiyat and Doran weren't embarrassed by this behavior in the least. The guy periodically approached the table and dragged the meat off the guardian's plate, explaining this act by saying that he didn’t want to eat at all, so he wouldn’t sit at the table, but the meat smelled very appetizing. The girl admired the family idyll and drew something on a napkin, also taken by Khiyat from Taladat.Then Dila got tired of bothering, she looked around and ordered everyone to sit down at the table. She remembered that she had not introduced Lad
The next day, apparently having thought of something at night, Khiyat decided to go to his grandfather Dorana's native village. To find a hermit living in a cave and ask her a few more questions. He took Dorana with him, she was there and knew where she was. And Ladai, Liiran and Taladat were charged with doing everything in their power to hide their absence from the city.While Khiyat confusedly and verbosely explained why all this was needed, Vin also went to ask questions. The person who convinced him of being chosen and special. For courage, the fireman drank, because of which his path was not easy and full of obstacles. Something fell under my feet, then the streets and alleys disappeared somewhere, and then the city wall came from somewhere. The guy kicked her a couple of times in frustration and sat down, leaning his back against her. I decided to rest, think and remember the right way. The bright sun warmed the alcohol in his blood, increased his strength and Vin fell asleep.
Toen lay on the roof and looked at the clouds, all as one for some reason resembling dogs. Sometimes huge and vicious, sometimes affectionate and playful, sometimes hysterical mongrels. He suspected that he saw these dogs in the clouds because of the head of the council. A bad woman, really. Who knew that she would not agree to walk around the city and knock on a couple of houses. He would have brought her almost immediately to where the first suspect lives. But it didn't work out. And now it's too late. Even if this suspect left the city, now he has already returned. Toen personally saw him leaving his guardian's house. The girl was still hugging. Probably, if you ask them, both will wrinkle, blush and hint in every possible way that they were lying in bed for half a day. Together. They did not invite any witnesses there. And try, prove they're lying. Not under a rock to ask them about their personal lives.And Darine is a bad woman. Always trying to do everything right and the right
- What did you do there? asked Darine Atana when Toen told her about the wounded Vin's fall from the roof.— I wanted to tease a boy.- Teased?- Yes.Touen broke into a self-satisfied smile and immediately became serious.- Something else? asked the head of the council.- Yes. Toen took his pipe out of his pocket and turned it over in his hands. - What are you going to do now?"Nothing," Atana replied lightly. Nothing more than what I'm already doing. I'll just wait and see what they do next. And most importantly, who will do it. And add fuel to the fire to make them hotter.“Are you going to fish in a sizzling pan?”Toen smiled and shook his head.“I will,” Darine confirmed. “It’s not for everyone to tease the boys. By the way, why did you tease him?“I tried to catch your guardian. For bait. If I had succeeded, the city would have reacted. But I was prevented by a body that had fallen off the roof.Did you find the custodian? Atana was surprised. - Already?I'm not sure, so I'm che
Valreth went so far into his inner world, in which he killed those who stole the energy and prevented him from becoming a guardian in the most brutal way, that he completely paid no attention to the approaching head of the council. He nodded automatically when she expressed her regrets and assured her that he would have made an excellent custodian. And when she asked who was the person who noticed this first, he answered without hesitation:- Esir Darkness.- How? Atana was genuinely surprised, not expecting that the fool from the house of the White Snake also got into intrigues with the keepers.Valret shrugged. Blinked, coming to his senses and confessed.I was also surprised when he came to me with that book.- A book?- There was a family tree on the spread. Keeper tree. It turns out that the wife of one of my distant ancestors was from their family. So I had to make it.Having spoken, Valreth took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and went to the exit.Atana just shook her head. A