The Rok'khs poured out of the doors of the Heart-House and climbed higher and higher up the stairs encircling its walls, until the whole crowd filled the temple under the boundless sky, entangled in the crown of ref branches, and launched a demand to see their mistress towards the pouring light of distant worlds, addressing directly to the gods. More and more lights appeared in the hands. Torches passed from one rok'hi to another, shattering the gloom to please the dance of light and shadow. Braziers flared up, sheaves of sparks flew into the sky, licking with darting fires the stern faces of wooden idols in the courtyard strewn with bloody sand. Some rok'hi even managed to wash themselves in flames, only inflaming their desire to touch the great.At one point, the crowd erupted in jubilation. All heads turned at once, hands reached out in unison. Vassa could not help but turn to follow them, but he saw nothing but sweaty nape and smoky flame, from which his eyes watered terribly. Eve
It saw him. It definitely saw him!After a while, he was able to open his eyes - the pink circles vaguely resembled that inner monster that he still managed to tame, albeit not for long. He rubbed the corners with his thumbs, but the circles didn't go away. Strangely, it seemed to him that quite a bit of time should have passed, but it did not seem that time is the thing that worries the world around. At least this world was certainly the last thing to worry about.The sky above turned out to be black black and strewn with an endless carpet of distant stars, and it seemed that if he lifted his foot, one could fall into it, as if into a black abyss.Sareth closed his eyes, put his hands under him, and raised his tired body on his elbows. I did not know that it was possible to weaken even more, but it happened.How strange, Sareth thought as he opened his eyes and looked around. Despite the fact that the real night was looking at him from heaven, he saw everything as in the light of day
Nitsiri came to himself already in some dark corner, from which he, shaking with cold and fear, then for a long time could not dare to look out to find out if It had disappeared from the horizon. As the entity floated across the sky and sought out the last remaining livestock in the city, the earth vibrated incessantly, and this drove Sareth crazy.The mere sight of this rocky body, radiating with long appendages that shimmered like broken glass, nitsiri shook with despair - nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, except for the cold walls of the Wandering City, and his vaunted Ruby sword, honed to razor sharpness, could only help him stab himself and solve all problems in one fell swoop.As soon as He once again closed the sky with himself, Sareth crawled back into the darkness, where his eyes were fingers. Feeling the farthest corner, shaking from the cold, he pressed himself into it and waited for who knows what. He did not come across any torches or lanterns, and even now, feeling the
Vigil in a cold house, filled with rattling muddy dreams and the radiance of a stone, walking around a huge empty city for no one knows where and why, hiking in a grove, catching worms eventually merged into a routine, since the change of day and night did not exist here in principle, and soon he no longer perceive time as such. What was “yesterday”, what was “now”, what “tomorrow” awaits him and why he, like a mouse, crawls from house to house and feels its corners, no longer opening his eyes, as if he himself turned into a worm. And what is he looking for in this city, in which he already knows every nook and cranny? After all, he still had his decrepit talent - what else did existence steal?In the sky, the huge star cover was still silent, regularly covered by a giant body, from which he tried to crawl as far as possible into the darkness and surrender to the sweet radiance and pour it over until he lost all feelings, to complete unconsciousness, winding up more thoughts, regrets
You just need a rope and a higher branch. Are you growing your hair out for this? Something has not been cut for a long time. He became almost indistinguishable from his sister.And what's with her? Don't tell me you've completely forgotten her pretty face. Was it she who warned the foolish boy not to stick his nose into a hole from which he could not pull it out? What a sad tale. Drink it to me.You are sitting here like a greedy pirate with a whole chest of gold coins on a desert island, and you can only stare at them, put pieces of iron in your mouth, suck and lick them, throw yourself at seagulls. Yes, they are round and cool. Imagine what you can do with them if ... Here they are useless, you can at least throw them into the sea, and watch how they sink one coin after another, gleaming in the sun. Maybe it will even be better for you: your suffering will end a little faster, and you will immediately accept your fate.And your fate is a rope and a branch in a grove. Move faster, s
Sareth climbed upstairs literally crawling. Having rounded several houses, I ran under a high arch, behind which a narrow path rose like a snake uphill, closer to the towers, surrounded on both sides by fortress battlements. The unlucky cat also headed there, as if into a trap; Sareth also had to trudge there.The ground beneath their feet was already shaking, as if a real earthquake was about to begin.The kitten ran upstairs, and it seemed that nothing could stop him. Sareth raced in long leaps, leaving all weariness and pain behind his jingling heels. It is terrible to say what he will do with this stupid animal when he does get to him.The path ran into another arch, longer and more massive than the previous one. There was a hole between the stones where an iron grate should have been, but now there was no trace of it. The walls were hidden by an impenetrable shadow, Sareth flew over this section without stopping, and found himself on a stone platform, from which the entire plenti
The first voice that broke through the storm of silence was Asa's:"It's a witch's stone!" he shouted. The crowd, with bated breath, turned to what turned out to be capable of returning the meaning of existence to it. Asa held a black stone with a red dot in the middle in his fingers. The core burned like it had never burned before.“She is no d'hanka. It's a witch! Khalsa warmed the witch!D'ahger whirled around, facing his c'hul like a child facing adults who had caught him over a strangled kitten.- No! he shouted. - No! You remember yourself, you heard her speak! How accurate were her words! She saw the future and worked miracles! I told you that you should not torment her for any reason, but you! You! You killed her! The D'ahs will remember this!The people made a noise, aroused their indignation. But somehow timidly at first, but the hubbub gradually got stronger, became threatening and stronger. Khalsa rushed at full speed to Ada and began to beat her on the cheeks, but in vain
“As you know,” the interlocutor nodded. “And it’s better not to refuse names, Pied Piper. In the North, in general, names are given for a causeand not for beautiful eyes. The boy grew up, learned to walk tolerably and move his tongue - if you please, demonstrate what you are good for. You probably don't speak their dialect very well and don't know what the names of rok'hee mean? Here is your friend Musa. He was small, he liked to wander through the forests alone, and he encouraged his friends to be heroic. How many times his father tore the skin from him for such tricks, but he is still there. He killed one silly boy with his pranks, but it's a long and gloomy story. "Musa" means "rebellious" in the older Rok'hi language. That's what his father called him when he was wagging a twig on his ass, almost every evening. Now I see old Barik: he walks with his nose up, proud of his Harger.He pulled the sack around the corner and began to rummage through it. Vegetables, bread, cheese rolled