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Reapers Of Suffering 8
After closing the door of the dead, Mairiko and Kleskh went to the upper tiers of the Citadel. They walked in silence, each thinking about his own and not hearing the ghostly echo of steps hovering under the high dark vaults. What were they thinking? About those distant days when you yourself found yourself in the walls of a stone stronghold - frightened and miserable? They hardly remember them. After all, from a half-wild boy who grew up in a fishing shack, and from a girl from a remote forest village, there was nothing left, except for the names once given by their parents. The past is hazy. It became a stranger. Fake. There were drafts on the upper tier, but it was not as damp as on the lower ones. The mentors and the head of the Citadel lived here. Kleskh stopped when he heard a short chuckle behind him. He turned around, looking inquiringly at his companion, and she suddenly said something that he himself had briefly thought about as he walked along the worn steps. – Do you re
Reapers Of Suffering 9
They say the old people - the day is long, but the century is short. What nonsense? Previously, Lesana did not understand this wisdom, although she repeated it on occasion, like everyone else. She had to comprehend the truth of habitual words here - in the Citadel. The days here dragged on for a long, long time ... Each seemed no shorter than a whole week, but, I didn’t have time to look back, more than a year had passed. Autumn. No, it had not yet arrived, but it was already felt in the air of the last summer month. Just a little bit more and the ducks and geese will stretch in wedges to the distant warm lands. It’s good for them - free - they fly wherever they want! And summer is ahead of them again. And here the sky is about to grow heavy from the clouds, showered with rain, and the month is replaced by the fruit of the harvest and ynik ... This is a glorious time! Hearty, fun, they play weddings, arrange festivities. The girl closed her eyes. No, I didn't want to cry. She has
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Outside the narrow window and in the hearth chimney the wind whistled. It was cold, because the firewood, which, not sparingly, gave them to burn, although it burned hot, could not heat the little room - the stone walls absorbed the heat of the fire without a trace, and the wind blew mercilessly through the windows. Windy autumn. Eilish at the table repeated the names of herbs. A splinter smoked, a weak light cast false shadows on the thin face of the future healer. Did Lesana miss Mirut then? I'm embarrassed to say I didn't even remember. Too far in the past, he was left with his usual fables and worries. Too far away was the fence where they kissed in winter, and the viburnum bush that hid them from prying eyes. But now, why did his heart pierce so painfully ... not even treason, but sluggishness? Nothing has changed in his life! How could he so quickly forget the one he was going to woo?The mother, seeing how her daughter's eyes went out, was in a hurry to get presents from her
Reapers Of Suffering 11
It was damp and semi-dark in the cramped dugout. A splinter fumed, illuminating the wretched decoration: several shops and a hearth, near which children played on a tattered skin. Three kids were busy with bast dolls, talking softly in different voices. A young woman, sitting by a dimly lit light, was spinning yarn. She had a pale, haggard face and long hair tied into two braids. The door slammed. From the draft, the amulets suspended from the mother rattled, knocking against each other. Old wooden ones have long lost their protective power and left them only as a memory ... a memory of protection, of a calm, well-fed life. The spinner tossed her head. Fear froze in his dark eyes. A man descended into the dugout. He was short, but broad-shouldered, and dressed in the same way - poorly, almost beggarly. "Get ready," said the newcomer. The inhabitant of the miserable dwelling got up from the bench, dropping the spindle and looking at the man with plaintive doom: - Again? - Necess
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Eilish looked out the narrow window, hoping the warmth of the sun would dispel her dark thoughts. No. Instead, she saw an awkward guy dressed in a gray dress being tied to a punishment post down in the courtyard. From sorcerers. To know, or Lashta, or Donatos are fierce. Now they will flog, like a couple of weeks ago Lesan. Until now, the healer remembered the merciless whistle of the whip, the swelling furrows on the white back and the way the half-naked body wriggled ... And then at night the young doctor, struggling with tears, nursed her friend. Kleskh forbade going to healers. Said it would be better remembered. Where is it! She would have screamed out loud if Tamir hadn’t guessed to put a canvas folded four times into her teeth, and she almost gnawed that one too. How she cursed the hard-hearted kref Eilish that he forbade Darom to relieve pain! But all the same, she could not resist: easily, without touching the mutilated skin, she ran her hands, sending through the body of a
Reapers Of Suffering 13
Tamir climbed from the cellars of the Citadel to the upper tiers. His head was buzzing, and from temple to temple flew a deaf and booming: “Knock. Here! TUK! The pain throbbed, pressed on the eyes, responded in the back of the head. And so it was every time. After every lesson. It was as if witchcraft was pulling the life force out of the guy, giving in return only dizziness and nausea.Left behind are the turns of the teaching, which brought, in addition to the current suffering, knowledge of how to put to rest a rising baby.And ahead was still a meeting with Lesana’s kref, foreshadowing the throwing of a knife at a target, and a lesson with Ailish’s mentor, who today threatened to ask in which decoction the wolfberries are suitable for medicinal purposes, and in which they are plotted to death.Interestingly, Eilisha knows that healers can not only heal, but also take life? This thought, inadvertently coming into the sick head, terrified. Tamir could not imagine his beloved doing b
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“You and Lesana have gone wild here,” Tamir shook his head. Nothing, but I remember. Let's wait for our warrior - you will be happy. The main thing is to sneak to the place unnoticed. - What if they get caught? Look, Febr does not take his eyes off Lesanka, like a kite is watching, - Eilisha was frightened. - They won't get caught. We quietly, after the evening, when everyone has gone to bed. - And where to? Her eyes lit up with curiosity. “I won’t tell you,” Tamir smiled and carefully removed a wavy strand from his high, clean forehead. - Be patient until the night, since Velik day missed. The healer looked down, and then snorted: - It hurts! But he saw how her curiosity consumed her. And that made it fun. “I wish Lesana would come soon,” Eilisha sighed and bent over the scroll again, hoping to pass the time by studying and bring the evening closer. However, the young doctor lied to herself. She didn't want her friend back. Suddenly realizing this, the girl was ashamed of he
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Donatos found himself in the yard, where he talked with a red-haired healer, whose name Tamir, no matter how hard he tried, could not remember. However, the young novice did not give a damn about this and began to frequent, barely abreast of the krefs: "Master, I'm not a sorcerer!" That cannot be! The watchman looked at the learner with squeamish pity and turned back to his interlocutor, only throwing a careless over his shoulder: - Change your clothes. But the novice did not want to retreat so easily. - Well, what a charmer of me! he shouted desperately. “Not a spellweaver, but a bow tie,” the kref corrected indifferently, “remember this firmly.” Spellweavers at fancy fairs show fools like you and sell weed to women to poison the fruit. And the guards are those who block the way for the dead and give rest to those who walk. Once again I hear that you are interfering with our craft with a buffoon business, I will tear out my tongue. Tamir shuddered, but did not stop stubbornnes
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