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Yarsi showed his fist to the stallion and again grabbed the saddle, this time he managed to cope with the girth safely. He threw the saddlebags on the horse and jumped into the saddle. The stallion danced in place, striving to rear up.

“Yes,” Elena's companion said discontentedly, and Yarsi felt his penetrating gaze on him.

He was tall and thin, strands of completely gray hair fell on his shoulders, a painful expression froze on his weather-beaten, wrinkled face. He held two horses at the bridle and leaned heavily on a staff Yarsi knew. But the colorless eyes burned with a completely unnatural strength for his age.

- Yaroslav. You have matured, but I recognize you, glad that my girl was not mistaken. I hope your years of wandering have taught you something, fugitive. And yet, Elena, - he turned to the girl. “It would be extremely unreasonable to continue the further journey, accompanied by two inept boys. They can't protect us!

Matzher laughed softly again.

Elena gave him a displeased
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