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Before offering a horse a carrot,

make sure he's not a cannibal!

The chestnut horse, which a moment ago had been absolutely and undoubtedly dead, rose to its feet, shook its head and stared at Marius with burning eyes. The black mane rose up like a cloud and stayed that way. The fur darkened: it was bay with a red tint, exactly like a ripe chestnut, but it became brown, like dried blood. A deathly greenish glow appeared in the eyes.

And the worst thing is that Marius had no idea what kind of creature this was or what to expect from it. Master Turvon didn’t talk about anyone like that.

Whatever you say, a noble upbringing has its advantages. I desperately wanted to give up on everything and run away, but the mentor’s soul was still wandering beyond the Boundary, which meant that he needed to stay in place and keep in touch. No matter what happens. Even if a whole herd first dies on these stones, and then turns into otherworldly creatures!

“There’s no need to play staring contest with me,” Marius muttered, proving to himself that he was doing well and generally wow, and didn’t even think about being afraid of anything.

The horsewoman stepped with her hooves, loudly clicking on the washed stones, and snorted mockingly. Somehow it’s not just not horse-like, but even, one might say, human-like. One to one, as Aunt Amalia snorted, wanting to show her nephew without words the entire boundless depth of his stupidity. I would have punched him in the impudent face! “Mentor, come back already!” – Marius mentally prayed. And, as if this was not enough for Master Turvon! The connection twitched especially strongly, the mentor’s body rose, opened his eyes – and, just when Marius froze from horror and impotent panic, human meaningfulness returned to the empty gaze of the living corpse.

The master caught the student’s stunned gaze and rejoiced:

– Get used to it. This is exactly how they return from the Grani. Who else is this?! – he saw a girl lying on the stones.

“And this is it,” Marius waved his hand at the creature baring its teeth. – The horse bolted and was killed right here, in the circle. He dumped the girl, and… here he is. First he died, and then he rose.

Without looking any more at the unfortunate maiden, Master Turvon approached the horse. He ran his hand along his neck, as if feeling the air. He muttered something like “well, well” in response to another malicious snort. And then… the glances of Master Turvon and the horse creature collided, and it seemed to Marius that in a couple of moments these two managed to say so much to each other – the words of the whole night would not have been enough for a conversation!

“My student is brave,” the mentor chuckled. – Clueless, but brave. This is not a raised creature or even an infused spirit. This is – meet me, young man! – Ancient One incarnate. Or rather, the Ancient One is on the verge of incarnation.

– D-ancient?! – Marius hiccupped. It’s not that he hasn’t heard of the old gods at all, but, the Great One sees, it’s one thing to listen to all sorts of fables, and quite another thing to meet them in reality like that! And how are they all still alive?! Although… is that all? “Um-mm…” Marius drawled. – Greetings, glad to meet you and all that, but, master, what’s wrong with the girl? Is it possible to touch her? At least move it from here and see if I’m badly hurt. Help…

Whether Ancient or not, this creature screamed – stallion stallion!

“I’ll show you,” the mentor sighed heavily. – How to check that this is still a living and intelligent girl, and not a creature from the abyss that has moved into her.

And he showed it. Four times until Marius understood and managed to repeat it. And the horse, Ancient or not, neighed, snorted and generally showed its contempt in every possible way.

On the fourth test, the girl opened her eyes, and it immediately became clear that she was no creature and was generally no more dangerous than a lamb. True, the mentor was not touched by the innocent girl’s gaze.

– Look and remember, student, this is exactly how they will look at you before devouring your soul. The truly dangerous will never seem frightening. Those who are afraid of being devoured themselves are frightened.

“But that was offensive,” the girl suddenly spoke. – Eating souls is not my thing. Better treat him with a sandwich.

The voice seemed familiar to Marius, but the intonation… When he heard this wonderful, ringing-tender voice last time… when was that? Visiting someone, but who? So, then this voice was not at all so confident, cheerful and even, perhaps, aggressive, but on the contrary, it evoked yawning and despondency. Exactly! Dejection! Same…

– Virita degli Bornio! – Marius blurted out. And what kind of demons, one wonders, brought this timid doll here?!

Virita froze, bowing her head as if listening. She shook her head:

– No. If you want your Virita, I can try to push her and drink her out, but… No, it’s unlikely. Sorry. A delicate violet in a deep swoon.

– Where – fainting? – asked Marius. It sounded extremely stupid, but the girl understood. And she even answered, tapping herself on the forehead:

– Somewhere here, probably. But how I ended up in it is the question! And who, I ask you, will answer it for me?

“I don’t understand anything,” Marius admitted.

“It would be something to understand,” Master Turvon grabbed the girl under the arms and put her on her feet: “Stop sitting here.” Let's go to the house and we'll talk there. “And I’ll open a window for you, my mansions are not designed for horses,” he told the Ancient One disrespectfully. – And the only treats are carrots. Shouldn't I offer you hay?

Master Turvon’s “mansions,” to be honest and frank, were not designed for guests at all, especially girls from noble families. In the basement of the tower, the same one where the necromancer received rare visitors, there was a kitchen. Rough stone walls, a primitive hearth in which you could roast a whole deer if desired, a shelf with simple pottery, a huge table, several squat oak stools. Door to the pantry, hole to the basement. The Virita deglia Bornio that Marius remembered would have been afraid to look here out of the corner of her eye, let alone calmly enter. And the girl, whom the mentor had seated on a stool by the fire, looked around with interest and declared approvingly:

– It’s beautiful here. Atmospheric. At such a table, it’s not about chewing sandwiches, but about stuffing meat.

“Bring the meat, student,” the master ordered. – Just open the window first. “That’s it,” he waved his hand to where a dark horse’s muzzle loomed behind the cloudy glass. – And don’t even think about giving him a carrot!

– And what?

– Yes, the same as for us. Just put it on a tray so that it’s convenient to eat with a horse’s muzzle.

I had to put aside curiosity and do what students are supposed to do under the master – that is, “cook, bring, serve” (and thank you that mentor Turvon did without the final “get out”!). Smoked venison, fresh village bread (just yesterday I ran to the baker for it!), foamy beer in a keg – a real feast. Although not exactly the kind of treat that should be served to a noble maiden. But the guest ate and drank with visible pleasure – and with the same visible lack of manners. It was probably a good thing that the real Virita was somewhere out there, fainting in her own head. Otherwise I would have fainted again, for real.

“So, our dear and so far nameless guest…” Master Turvon began when Marius set out the treats and sat down opposite the girl.

– Why is it nameless?! – without listening to the end, she became indignant. – My name is Natalya. Yes, Natasha.

– This is the name of your world, your former body. And you, let me tell you, are just a soul. Before a new incarnation, souls forget their previous life.

– I don’t know anything, I remember everything. And in general, some kind of “new incarnation”?! You, as I understand it, pulled me out here, stuck me in someone else’s body, which, by the way, is an adult and quite occupied. Not ready for a new life! This is not to mention the fact that I somehow missed the ending of the old one! Your job?

– Not mine. Personally, I didn’t pull you out of anything or shove you anywhere,” Turvon objected grumpily. The horse neighed mockingly. Marius would also have neighed if he had been watching this bazaar from the sidelines! It just seemed like it was not the mentor, but him, who would have to deal with the consequences. Because why else are students needed? That’s right, push the most unpleasant things onto them!

“It’s better to ask Virita why she interfered in the ritual,” Marius couldn’t resist. – She got into the circle at full gallop and screaming, and we are to blame.

“So it’s not her you need to ask,” the guest shrugged. – There’s a face looking in the window. The horse is shameful. Your girl has already said goodbye to her life, but he has done things and is laughing.

“And he would probably be the one who could explain everything.” Is it possible to talk to him at all? – Marius asked hopelessly. It seems that instead of answers to his questions and clear explanations worthy of a master necromancer, he will receive an ugly market squabble. But two souls in one body – according to all canons, a complete disorder! And something needs to be done about it. And who should do it if this disgrace fell on their heads with their mentor? This Ancient One is also incomprehensible. The more Marius looked at him, the less he looked like the horror of legends. Although it is not for nothing that the mentor says that truly dangerous things do not look frightening…

“I called a soul that could become an invisible guardian for Virita degli Bornio,” the master spoke slowly, intertwining his fingers in a lock. “Her father insisted on constant protection and certainly demanded the spirit of the feminine principle in order to preserve the honor and modesty of his innocent daughter. And this spirit should not have occupied the body of its ward at all!

– And he also had to be able to do something in terms of defense? – Natalya asked mockingly. – Well, I’ll make you happy, something went wrong.

She finished her beer, slammed the mug down on the table, jumped up and walked over to the Ancient One. She grabbed the long ponytail.

– Stab, horse, it was you who arranged everything! And don’t make blank eyes at me here, you’re not the cat from “Shrek”!

The horse rolled his eyes and lay down, and a foggy male figure loomed in the window opening. It filled with color and life – and now on the windowsill sits the most ordinary robber-looking lout: in a forest-green suit, overgrown with a beard and long tufts, except perhaps clean and combed. There was no sign of transcendental strength, as befits an Ancient One, and nobility and authority, even less so; in short, if you show up like this in the house of any noble family, they won’t let you in further than the back yard.

“I’ll explain briefly, once,” he said quickly. – The girl Virita came to me with a request and promised payment. The payment will be my incarnation. I need a horse until I gain enough vitality. The man would have come up too, but there was no one nearby,” he grinned wickedly. “We don’t need anything from you, we got here by accident.” And you,” the blue eyes stared at Virita-Natalia point-blank, “hold your tongue.” Don't look for the guilty where there are none. Better find out why the girl needed a guardian.

– What did she ask you for? – no, where does this otherworldly soul come from so much impudence?! Marius, standing in such dangerous proximity to a being of divine strength and power, would have spoken to him more politely!

– This is her business, if you want, ask her.

– Clearly, the company guarantees confidentiality. Listen… so, wait, what's your name? Not a Horse, really.

– You can call him Ancient.

“When he incarnates, he will receive a new name, but now, in fact, he is little different from a nameless soul,” the mentor explained quietly.

“Memory and strength, this is not so little,” objected the Ancient One. – And I will return the name to its original one. I remember him, people have forgotten.

– OK. So, what do we have,” the girl turned around, crossing her arms over her chest. – I, that is, my soul, was called so that I would guard the timid violet with an invisible spirit. Violet turned out to be not so timid, she ran away into the night on horseback and without guards, asked the Ancient One for something and in return promised to help him become incarnate. As a result of this help, the Ancient One moved into a dead horse, and I into a violet, both of which were not provided for. Did I miss anything?

“Not yet,” for some reason it seemed to Marius that the Ancient One was openly amused. In any case, he looked at the girl with cheerful interest. Either he was waiting for her to do something ungodly, or he was plotting some kind of dirty trick himself.

“Then explain this to me, dear Ancient Horse.” Doesn't it matter to you that your temporary body has died a little?

– Yes, it didn’t have time to die. The horse spirit flew away, I stayed. You can't turn a living creature into an undead in a few moments.

– Clearly, clinical death and rapid resuscitation. And how long will you have to walk like this? And most importantly – then what? What will this supposed incarnation of yours look like?

The Ancient One shrugged.

– As soon as I accumulate enough strength, I’ll simply rebuild my body from this to my own. Am I God, after all, or did I go out for a walk?

– Do you want to be polite or honest? – the girl snorted. – Now you quite specifically went out for a walk. What kind of god are you? Well, I mean, whose? Or for what?

– God of Deer Log, of course. If you want, I'll show you the altar later. Or ask Virita to show her, she was there. Have you already asked everything important? Have you turned to empty curiosity?

– The main question at the end. I also want to incarnate. Somehow it doesn’t feel warm to sit in someone else’s body. Your method is clearly not suitable, but is there another?

The mentor chuckled and suddenly asked:

– What do you think, student, should I help the girl find a body, or let her sit in this noble doll?

As soon as I imagined this alien impudence not bound by someone else’s body, a chill of foreboding immediately seized me. Although Virita with such an addition is not a gift!

“I don’t even know what scares me more,” Marius muttered.