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
A scarlet tablecloth floated in front of her. And even when Vikta blinked, she didn't disappear, it only got worse and brighter, clearer and scarier. It was blood that could not be washed away, like three eyes that were inflamed with tears. They were broken bodies that were devoured alive, and those who ate them laughed at their pleas and cries of horror. She could still see the face of that psoglavka whose hand she had never been able to touch. And the child that the nitsiri carried for so long through the forest and snow, lying on the ground like an abandoned log. Did she think the bag yelped when the female rok'hee dropped it to the ground, or was it just her frayed nerves playing tricks?She took out a pebble and brought it closer to her eyes. I didn’t see anything, blackness inside, blackness around. She had no doubt that the artifact was dead, and her eyes did not deceive her.Well, let. Think about it. Catch another wormhole. They are in the Forest, like roosters at the fair. E
“Then where?” Victa asked helplessly, but the khamer silently continued to drag her further and further. She couldn't stop and almost ran after him. Where she got the strength to do this, she herself did not understand. But soon the wind whistled in her ears, and the invisible walls rushed around with some frightening speed. Vikta jerked her hand back with a squeak when her finger flew into some kind of cobblestone.“Don’t spread your arms, kralechka,” her companion chuckled. “And then you lose them.Vikta pressed her hand to her chest and tried not to think about what was happening around and how the khamer was moving so fast with her, and even in complete darkness. Soon their footsteps echoed with increasing intensity, and Nitsiri felt the space grow and grow above her head. It was no longer a narrow hole in which she came to herself after a terrible night. Although Vikta was like a blind woman in this kingdom of eternal darkness, the cold air and flying sounds from the ceiling told
Vikta, beside herself with a sudden surge of fear, pressed herself into his skin and thought that she would not be able to stay on her back after his first jump. But, flattened on his back, she did not move back an inch, but to make sure, she squeezed her coarse hair even tighter in her hands. Feeling the work of huge, iron muscles with her whole body, Nitsiri involuntarily imagined what her new acquaintance was like and shuddered. No, Akai, if it was him, was definitely not human. Something four-legged and hairy was running under her.Before she even had time to marvel that, it turns out, just huge spaces were dug underground, hidden by eternal darkness, as their sudden run began to slow down and very soon her guide froze in place.“Get down, we’ve arrived,” the monster said under her in Akai’s voice. Vikta obeyed - blindly lowered her legs and tried to find support under her, but her toe met only with emptiness. Then she gently slid over his skin, but the feet of the earth did not w
The man seems to was unconscious and had a fever. Nitsiri touched her hair. They were soft and vaguely reminiscent of her, but then another discovery pricked her wrist - they stretched almost to her shoulders. Too long. Something, but hair can't grow that fast. She remembered that her brother wore a haircut just below the temples, and these were more like dog-headed hair. However, the facial features were correct and Vikta, running her fingers over his eyes and nose, imagined the familiar oval of the face, but everyone doubted whether this was a hoax, or a stupid joke? Knowing the nature of the underground inhabitants, they will begin to throw a stranger at her and quietly make fun of him, and then pounce and swallow when they get tired. Too long. Something, but hair can't grow that fast. She remembered that her brother wore a haircut just below the temples, and these were more like dog-headed hair. However, the facial features were correct and Vikta, running her fingers over his ey
For the next few days, if Ada woke up, then for a short time, she slept more. She often cried in her sleep and groaned at some of her nightmares. Very soon she developed a fever, and the girl was terribly shaking all night long. Cres did not remember if he slept at all these days or if he only imagined it. Perhaps he, too, disappeared into oblivion, and when he opened his swollen eyes, he did not remember how much time had passed and whether he was alive at all. The disease soon took possession of his weakening body, at times he was unable to move even a finger, let alone care for someone else. In addition, the new scar ached more and more every day. The neck was swollen and burned with fire, causing great discomfort during rare meals. The body only now discovered the deceit and demanded that everything be according to the rules, with terrible pain and torment.The owner of the Skin House was constantly disappearing somewhere, and until late in the evening Kres and Ada were left to th
"Shut up, you bastard!" I see that you can barely stand on your feet, and look to the d'ahs yourself go. Go get some water and don't get in the way! she ordered.Kres did not need to be asked twice - he was already rushing with all his might to the river with buckets. Outside, he was greeted with a frightened squeal by the children who came to say goodbye to their grandfather. Sosha and Alka wept bitterly, Vassa tried to look stern, although his eyes were wet. The rest of the company, led by Ieassa, froze a little further away, their eyes wide open to the limits allowed by nature. From one look at the new inhabitant of the Skin House, a couple of guys immediately took to their heels, the rest were simply nailed to the place out of fear. When Cres, swearing to himself with the very last words, returned with full buckets of water, the kids were already helping Kisha with Ada.“If only I knew what… I would have brought…” Kisha muttered, wringing out a rag and laying it on Ada’s forehead.