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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
THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 71
For ten minutes a heavy silence hung in the tent. Holding his hand on the elderly warrior's neck, Paraman mentally counted the beats of his heart and furtively watched his cousin. Next to death, anger and hatred were out of place. Karl knew this very well and skillfully introduced it into the game without making a single move. As always. Even now, having lost all his trump cards and standing on the very edge, the son of Lirdan behaved so confidently and calmly that Paraman involuntarily doubted that he really did not know about the networks that were woven around while he was building a path to power through Miel. “Yakir sent a messenger…” Paraman finally said softly, breaking the protracted silence. “I want to know how things really are. I need time too. Taking the needle, Karl exhaled slowly and made the first stitch.“Lyramel lives and will live,” he replied. “But he won’t come to his senses soon. - The reason?- Many reasons. The Order is one of them. You know very well what
THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 72
In the middle of a spruce forest, a lone apple tree bloomed, tall and so old that its bumpy roots rose almost a palm above the ground. A warm wind tore off the white petals from her and threw them on the ground covered with needles. Recognizing the outlines of three gentle hills, Lyramel looked around in bewilderment. Neither the White Castle nor the road was in sight. There was such silence around, as if the world had become uninhabited. Even the birds did not chirp, and only a string of red ants flowed from north to south, skirting a white pebble sticking out of the ground. About a dozen men on foot descended the eastern hill silently and quietly. Dressed in long, belted tunics, they looked tired and depressed. Two were carrying a stretcher, on which lay a body tightly wrapped in a white cloth. A tall girl walked in front of the stretcher. Long black hair was braided into two thick braids, a white dress, already dirty at the hem and heavily wrinkled, clung to her slender legs an
THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION 73
– This medallion, after the creation of the Council, was transferred only to the High Priest from the Kael family. I admit that over time they got too used to it to understand and think about it. I will not retell everything that led me to these thoughts, but I guessed almost immediately. Then it was only necessary to collect confirmations, and believe me, there were enough of them. From the very beginning it was a one-player game. What he achieves by trying to exterminate the Host, and why he has such power, I don’t know yet. The answer should be sought somewhere at the very beginning. And if fate gives me a chance, I will find it. Loud footsteps, heard from somewhere to the left, seemed to break the silence around them into small pieces. Cautiously looking around, Karl froze, and then leaned towards her and quickly whispered:“Close your eyes just in case. Until you get on your feet, outsiders should not know about your awakening. Obediently closing her eyes, Liramel took a deep