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Time Of Traitors 41
Most of the mushers were still hovering in the air, trying to pick up lone rok'hee who had not yet had time to join the rest, but quickly abandoned this futile activity, preferring to treat dogheads with new bombs. The savages routinely scattered, snarling with steel rain from bridges and branches. Everyone froze in anticipation that the enemy was about to make a new attempt to attack from a swoop, but the last bomb drivers spent on what else could be burned, and drove their pets away - to lick their wounds.Behind them they left columns of black smoke and an explosion of screams, where hatred mixed with jubilation.The defenders, wasting no time, set off to help the defenders of the Heart-House, but already at the foot of the main roar, everyone stopped dead in their tracks to look at the wounded bosorka, which was the only one to get out of the battle. She had about half a dozen arrows sticking out of her chest, and the horseman beat her with a whip and drove spurs into her bleeding
Time Of Traitors 42
The sun was already disappearing from my eyes, and the forest was plunged into an alarming darkness. Midnight birds sang, crickets and other living creatures chirped and rustled. Drums rumbled and voices rang out. Bonfires were lit.Like everything that was done in the community, the ritual burning of the remains foreshadowed the service of the d'ahs. Rok'hee, dressed in colorful robes and painted faces, walked around a huge couch of wooden rods on which rows of dead bodies were spread, and drew complex symbols on their whitish, lifeless foreheads. Who did not have foreheads, painted where necessary. Prayers flew into the black sky, drums beat.The assembled relatives and friends remained silent. They stood about a hundred paces from the sacrament being performed and did not disturb the course of complex and responsible work. Everyone who wanted to say goodbye, said goodbye a long time ago.Finally, everything was ready to escort the men and women to the d'ahs, and the dog-heads, one
Time Of Traitors 43
By the time he dug up the grave, it was well after midnight.His hands were trembling, and his back ached from the unbearable load. But he still had to drag everyone into the pit and cover the dead with earth ...Cres groped for a stump in the darkness and tried to sit up, no longer expecting to get up, let alone continue the overwork, which, nevertheless, he undertook to do in order to do at least something. But he was brazenly pulled out of his thoughts by a sharp gust of wind - the forest spoke, grumbled and moved. It seemed to Kres that even the earth was in motion. Many different rustles, chuckles and whispers reached his ears. He was surprised, but many of them walked from under his feet.- ... so ... so ... so, - the earth rattled, pulsated. Cres stood up and listened, inwardly growing cold and shrinking into a trembling ball from indistinguishable sounds. “…yaso…yaso…yaso…meat…meat…”He squeezed out some kind of doomed, plaintive groan, as if he were a lamb, on the trail of wh
Time Of Traitors 44
Already at home, Kisha, cursing, forcibly pulled off his shirt and began to change the bandages. The thin scar had parted slightly around the edges, blood slowly oozing from it. As if that wasn't enough, they counted half a dozen new cuts and bruises he'd received in the past 24 hours. And the pain slowly but stubbornly returned to the threshold, stretching, as if waking up after a long sleep.Long time no see, dear.Wrapped in new bandages, Kres climbed out into the air and watched the surviving male rok'hi flock to their huts. He also saw Musa. Psoglavets literally ran up the tree and easily climbed onto the platform.“Your father is wounded,” Cres told him.“I heard,” Musa muttered and disappeared into the house. Voices were heard from there, then everything was silent.Musa appeared again and silently disappeared into the night. Keisha followed, but immediately froze in the doorway, not daring to take a step further. Clutching the joint, biting her lips, her eyes followed the invi
Time Of Traitors 45
- Hey, crrrala!Vikta opened her eyes and saw a dozen freaks in front of her. The nightmare continued.She screamed, her talent ignited by itself, ready to burn and break and…- No! No, stop! the freaks shouted, raising their paws up.Still a little bit and two or three freaks would definitely be safely removed from the clearing in the form of a screeching heap of ash. Oh, if her hand trembled...“Why didn’t you just say you were abel?! squealed one of the freaks in a thin, displeased voice. - It's not good! At first you pretend to be a stupid sheep and pleasantly bleed, and then you kill our comrades for nothing, for nothing. That's not how things are done!Vikta trembled all over at the thought that she had simply fallen asleep in this accursed forest. And they crowded around and could do with her everything that was necessary in their ugly, small heads. And nitsiri would simply sleep through her own death.Don't care... don't care at all, was her thought before she fell into a drea
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Everyone chuckled and began to disperse in different directions.- Stop! Vikta called after them. The couple lingered and looked hopefully at their goat, but most didn't even slow down. “But what if I give you… another horse!”“Where is she?” the freak asked, and when Vikta hesitated, he continued. “We can catch two fatter ones ourselves. Why do we need to take you somewhere for this?With these words, he turned and walked away.“I know where the meat is,” Vikta called out. - Human flesh.Everyone froze at once and slowly turned around.- And where?Vikta opened her mouth, but immediately closed it. For a while, she couldn't get a word out of herself. What she was preparing to offer them was monstrous.“Not far from where you ate my horse,” she finally decided. “There is a lake near here, the water in which comes out with steam.- We don't go there. It's too hot and there are a lot of stones, - one of the freaks waved his paw.- There is a boy. And not alone. I can bring them to you,”
Time Of Traitors 47
She felt the heat already on the approach, when the lake was still hidden by snow-covered trees. The freaks met her at the moment when the water surface shone among the trunks.“Is this a lake, krrralya?”“Yes,” Vikta nodded, carefully peering into the clouds of steam rising above the lake. She never could have thought that the mountains could hide such a wonderful whim of nature - a hot lake hidden by snow. At first glance - the very embodiment of tranquility. Until you look on the other side of the canvas.Here she is again. And she will have to go down those steps again and do what seemed to her vile and impossible.All for you, my brother.- Well, let's go! - said the freak and threatened with a long claw. “Just don’t bother and don’t even think about running away."I'm fast," was all Nitsiri could stammer. Something, but she was definitely not going to linger there. Or rather, I hoped so.“The meat is juicy, isn’t it?” Young and juicy, huh?Vita didn't answer. After all, she didn
Time Of Traitors 48
And then something hit her from behind. She made a few more jerks back and pressed her ass against something - a door! There is no doubt that her torment is over, she did it! Hands ached and demanded to let go of the body, not to suffer anymore, because everything is behind. But she was afraid to open her fingers. Suddenly, he, like that time, slips off and goes down? ..So she stood, shaking with the effort, wondering how to position her body precisely so that all her work would not be in vain. So that she can freely open this door thrice cursed by all the wives of Senches!Nitsiri tried to kick her, but for some reason she didn't budge.Heavy thoughts drilled into her and did not allow her to unbend her aching back. Why won't the door open? What kind of jokes?!There was no choice - she had to lay the body on the steps so that it definitely did not run away from her, putting an end to her efforts and going all the way a second time. She played it safe and tugged at him to make sure