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THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 63
The dawn spread over the steppe with the trills of a lark and the bitter smell of wormwood. The sky, clear and high, was full of all shades of blue and scarlet. Waking up before the rest, Karl watered the horses and, stirring up the coals, took out the tubers of the ringflower that had been baked during the night [1] .- What are you doing? – sitting down, Darita looked sleepily at him, and then turned to the sleeping warriors. - What's happening? - Hush, - handing her a still warm tuber, Karl squatted down and said quietly: - They will sleep until noon. By now, if we hurry, we'll be far away. - Seeing the bewilderment that flashed in her eyes, he smiled: - The prince does not bother me yet. We still have time, Deru... Do you mind putting on a little show? Looking at him with a mixture of disbelief, sudden anger and timid hope, Darita nodded impulsively. Karl was sure that she would support his idea. "Then it's better not to delay," he said, rising. - Eat and go. Obediently c
THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 64
Nobody knows when his hour will come. Leaning down, he took a cup from the floor and, raising his sister's head, made her drink the bitter, thick liquid. “I said that everyone would have to make a choice, Breeze. Once you have chosen, go the way you are going. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and suddenly rested her cheek against his palm.– I remembered you. I always remembered you... Why didn't you come earlier? She fell for so long... so long... There were so many of them... He said the prophecy must be fulfilled...- Who said, Veterok? Touching her forehead again, Carl concentrated. The images flashed by so fast that he could barely see them. - Who, honey? Prince? The face of the man she was talking about was frozen for a moment in a dense swirl of unfamiliar memories. “Ah, that’s how it is…” Karl drawled and, carefully getting up, covered Liramel with a blanket. Her breathing became more and more even. “Well, then, I was right after all. After making sure that h
THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 65
For the first time in a long time, Lyramel felt herself waking up rested and well-rested. The first ray of light came through the narrow barred window. My heart was surprisingly calm. Something has changed around - something imperceptible, but important. She got up, washed and changed. The white tunic, more like a dress, looked unusual: the Allotars did not bleach the fabrics and preferred calm yellow-brown colors, only occasionally using red. Walking to the window, Liramel reached through the bars and flung open the sashes. A warm wind blew in my face: golden autumn came to the steppe. The hawk circled again in the cloudless high sky. - Good morning, friend! Waving at him, she tried to smile, but her chapped lips barely twitched. Liramel didn't remember when or how she got into the room, she didn't even remember how she got into the fortress itself. Sometimes it seemed to her that she had always lived here, and sometimes doubts came. Memories of the past looked strange and di
THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 66
Miel climbed the rock in the late afternoon, accompanied by a tall red-haired woman whom Liramel had seen among the army of allotars and at the black throne on the day she first entered the fortress. Carl was also with them, but kept a little distance and looked gloomy and tired.Without saying anything, the prince took off his baldric and threw a caftan lined with dark fur onto the stone floor. In a long white tunic, intercepted by a wide leather belt, Mielle looked unusual and even more intimidating than usual. Fastening his scabbard, he approached and, leaning slightly over the stove, smiled.“Decided to become a martyr? Liramel's already familiar voice sounded in her head, and she closed her eyes for a moment so as not to see the hated eyes. “In vain, daughter of Lirdan. In vain. You look like my sister... See that you do not suffer the same fate.Realizing that he would not wait for an answer, Miel clicked irritably and, turning around, solemnly said: I call you to witness. – L
THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 67
Waking shortly before dawn, Lyramel asked the two warriors guarding the tent to fetch several buckets of water. After washing thoroughly, she washed her blood-stained dress herself and kindled a fire to dry it faster, then, putting on a clean shirt and trousers Christian had brought, she went outside. The sun had barely risen above the horizon, and the stuffiness around was already incredible. There will be a storm, Liramel thought, looking up at the clear blue sky for a moment. As she walked, greeting the bowing officers and warriors, most of whom she had never seen in her life, she reached Movron's tent and hesitated. She suddenly became afraid. Fragmentary visions woven by the prince flashed before my eyes, and the threat that her refusal would be a death sentence for the brothers was remembered.“Your Majesty,” the officer on guard called cautiously. Glancing at him, Liramel narrowed her eyes in disbelief. The man's face was somehow familiar, but she couldn't immediately
THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 68
When Tarham got close enough to see the expression in his eyes, Liramel felt something burning her skin under her shirt, in the area of her solar plexus. Lowering her eyes and seeing a speck of light breaking through the fabric, she frowned in surprise and hurriedly covered it with her palm. In the meantime, enough curious people had already gathered around, and Lyramel calmed down a bit, feeling more confident. - Greetings, gentlemen advisers! Deciding to act proactively, she took three small steps towards the priests. “And you, dear cousin!” Glad to see everyone in good health. After giving her an appraising look, Paraman nodded dryly and looked inquiringly at Lafast:“I heard, General, that your people found Hyde during the night. Is this true or another encouraging rumor?“Not encouraging, Your Highness,” the general replied. “Your cousin passed away half an hour ago. My condolences.“And mine,” echoed Tarham. “A heavy loss for Rod.“Undoubtedly,” Lyramel replied seriousl
THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 69
The ancient word swept over the steppe like a bell. And suddenly there was silence. Even the horses seemed to calm down. After waiting ten seconds, she straightened her shoulders and switched to normal language:“Men of the Kingdom!” My brothers, my fathers! Cast out fear from hearts, for fear binds the will. Straighten your shoulders, raise your heads. Remember those you left behind. They believe that you will return - every one of you! And I believe, because it is not the one who is full of hatred for the enemy who wins, but the one whose heart burns with hope. Do not be afraid of the ancient darkness - the light will crush it! Tu atrovera mirrien! [3]Not allowing herself to be frightened, Liramel turned her horse around and spurred forward.The sky turned completely black. Until recently, the thick and stuffy air became fresh and transparent, the earth was lost in dense shadow, and the mountains flashed like a network of lightning against the background of purple clouds. The wind
THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 70
The rain stopped, but black clouds turned the day into night. Yakir could barely make out the warriors standing nearby. It was already three hours since they were sitting at the tent. Lightning flashed less and less often - the thunderstorm went to the southwest of the Kingdom. To the left, somewhere in the steppe, now and then rare lights flickered: doctors, together with the soldiers of Tyr, helped the wounded - both their own and others. According to Olon, who, having brought meat and bread, briefly reported on the losses, they had to manage before morning. “We set up tents right on the field,” the officer said. - The princess sent several herbalists and women to help. There are many wounded, Your Highness - more than those killed. I'm afraid we'll have to be delayed: many are in serious condition, they can't be transported. "Okay," Christian said quietly. - Keep me informed. Rising, Yakir threw back his wet hood and looked searchingly at Olon. - What about the Council? - he