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– You what? – he asked with such look as if Dai had to snatch on food as a starving dog. And there anything could be added!

"Wake up – she could answer – we were kidnapped! You agreed that ahead of trouble! You to me suggested to look for the shelter and to hide if suddenly that! And how about potions, forgot, as it happens?"

She could tell how last year her girlfriend was given to drink the subordinating privorotka, and only by miracle it was succeeded to correct everything in time. And how many then dreadful stories about the subordinating potions and rituals the new rector ponarasskazyvat! "New-old" as joked at school: now the master Korchev was a ghost, but during lifetime it also founded their school.

And not just like that ponarasskazyvat, and even entered a new course – "personal protection" where there was much and how to define harmful effects and as to be protected from them. Here just now anything could not define Dai. And for such situations the master Demetrio Corchev advised one: it is better to remain hungry, than to fill a stomach and to hvatanut at the same time some dirty trick.

A lot of things she could tell, but Kayler Otrelio seemed too dangerous to such talk. Therefore Dai swallowed and answered the truth too, but another:

– I wait when you have a good long talk. Also you will be so incredibly kind to return me from where took.

– And therefore you eat nothing? Or you are afraid that I will poison? – Kayler was too acute. Dai tarried with the answer: somehow nothing came to mind, except absolutely improper "yes, I am afraid". And it, having grinned, poured to itself coffee, smeared to a toast with paste. Defiantly bit off, chewed, washed down.

– Perhaps you accepted antidote in advance! – blurted out Dai. Would be not present to keep silent! Probably, brains shrank from hunger, she abused herself, but was late. Kayler burst out laughing, and Gayar is worse than that, too! Traitor!

– Dai … – Gayar, otsmeyavshis, took a toast too, densely smeared with paste, also the tomato slice from salad from above put. – Eat. If he wanted to poison someone from us, he had for this purpose all night. Though to poison though to damn though it is banal to kill.

– You, on the contrary, are necessary to me in absolutely sensible mind – Kayler added.

– I? – was surprised Dai. – What for?

– Not you are personally. Guy. But he will be enraged if something bad happens to you.

– Gayar. Do you have problems with memory?

– Gayar – still laughing, Kayler agreed. – Also you know that? I am glad if you are really concerned only by a name. Means, there are no other basic objections.

– Is – Gayar grew dark. – The same that … how many, eleven years ago?

– Nearly twelve. That is you did not grow wiser for these years? Forgive, I do not trust. Even I grew wise.

Watched Dai how they, altercating as if squabblers on the common kitchen, kneaded toasts … looked, looked – and did not sustain. After all, Gayar is right, since yesterday evening with it anything could be made, but not made. The only really annoying trouble – she did not remember at all that she happened in " Sladky Drive". But here definitely not from these two to ask. Perhaps Roman will tell when it returns?

Novel … For some reason, once you thought of it, broke whisky whether and in that unknown part of soul, reason where its gift lived, unpleasantly zazudet. As if a nail on zaskrebla glass. As though with it, all yesterday's troubles and problems also were connected with the guy whom she loved just. But it not so? He now for certain worries. Looks for it. And she here … has coffee!