Читать книгу Immortals. Twin princesses, Ella and Elle. Black Wings of the Night - Сергей Соловьёв, Ар'лан ис'Дрекхэм - Страница 10

At the wagon train there was a vigilant guard of a dozen soldiers, but Olen was missed, according to the sign of Radko who was waiting for him.

— Well, and came. What, satisfied? ‘asked the youth warrior.

— Yes so… In general, everything, as I thought… Well, almost…

— Almost… — Radko grinned and shook his head, — went to the Chosen One, she is waiting for you.

Here were rows of huge carts, with wheels half the height of an adult. A couple of oxen were harnessed to each. And, not far from the teams, there were tents, and in front of them were benches on which the unkind sat and waited for their turn.

And nearby, the Chosen One acted as a priest, in the usual outfit for her class — a black frilly skirt, shirt, and felt sleeveless jacket decorated with red embroidery. A red plat hung on his shoulders, leaving his blond hair in a knot open. Well, twisted gold bracelets from wrists to elbows adorned the woman.

— Oh, they finally came… Why did you dress up like that? Instantly, change clothes for girls! she looked menacingly at the youth, and even stamped her foot.

— You see the father, — said the girl, — Chosen, so immediately found out…, — and the girl gave a message from Ramid.

The chosen one instantly broke the seal, read it, and strictly looked at the girl. True, Elle thought that Kid was about to laugh, judging by the way her lips curl.

— What did you think, Elle, dressed up as a lad, called herself Deer, and no one will recognize you? Radko said quietly.

— Yes, everything seemed to be fine. Coped… Among the artisans, consider it your own. Everything is more fun there. Maybe you can come back, eh, Father? she looked hopefully into Radko’s eyes.

But he shook his head. The Elle only sighed with regret, understanding and accepting the inevitable.

“Will I wait a long time for you?” Kid lost patience, and even frowned, showing rigor.

— Well, it’s time for my father, I’ll see you again, — and the Elle ran to the carts, change clothes.

Radko bowed to the Chosen One, and quickly left this place. It did not hurt well here, where they treated the wounded and mutilated in battle.

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— Well done… Although no, smart girl! — Kida was found, and she herself smiled mischievously, looking at the Elle, — Otherwise, and while I am confused, who are you, the young man was a girl?

— So you, Mrs., know better, — Elle was found.

Kida’s pupils are already accustomed to this, but they all laughed at one thing, watching how the new one blushes. Now, in a simple girl’s outfit, however, with an expensive gold gift bracelet on the wrist, no one would have believed that she was not a girl.

“True, you cook the potion well. Better than others, — the Chosen One praised, — did she learn herself?

“From where. Kras instructed me. Our healer from the village. Big herbalist. What he just does not know how, — the girl praised Krasu, — she taught everything.

— So… — held out the Chosen One, with already condemning intonation in her voice.

And, she took a closer look at the new student, as if she wanted to find in her an unknown flaw. A small wormhole, in this golden apple.

— This is bad? — not understanding, answered Elle.

— Not that bad, but not good… Well, how to say… It’s the same as cooking mushrooms with honey…

— A little strange food, — picked up the Elle.

— Well, the same in the witchcraft. She can do what was considered incongruous. Like a birch with apples on branches, And a herbalist, and a fortuneteller, who submissive bones. This is a rarity. About like… Hare with fangs, like this… And, she did not pass the initiation, she learned herself… Therefore, I look after her, no matter what happened.

It seems that the Christmas tree was beginning to understand… Something extraordinary means… And it scares the Chosen One…

— Well, why did everyone freeze? Listened, and enough! Or there is nothing to do, everything has been redone? Kida said sharply, looking strictly around the students.

Here everyone would not run in, but they began to continue their usual work. They rubbed herbs for potions, two prepared bandages from pure linen. Well, Yolka went through pots of ointments in a large lara. For convenience, with colored labels on the walls.

“Don’t be offended, I’m on your side,” Nata, one of Kida’s students, whispered carefully, “forgive the ants in your felt. It’s all Lika… That she-wolf…

The Elle recalled last night. Yes, the red ants kept her awake. And now I felt itching and pain on my shoulders and back. Not that I would be surprised at such a meeting, but it was a shame. In the artel, they treated her where kinder, but here, immediately hated, or, most likely, frightened. She heard that male societies are much kinder than girlish ones, and now she is convinced of this. Intrigues, distrust, whispering from all angles…

— Is it true that you had a lover in the artel? Nata asked, with a bite of her lip, just as quietly but hopefully.

Her whole appearance said how now the girl languishes with curiosity. The Christmas tree was not stupid, and did not spoil such a game. Otherwise, it would be unforgettable…

— I can’t answer… she whispered, making a deliberately stern face, and turned away.

Her interlocutor nodded with a serious expression. As you can see, the answer seemed more than sufficient. And, pleased, Nata moved away, and began to whisper with her two friends. The Christmas tree was not disappointed, everything turned out, as she expected, the gossip began to spread instantly, like a trail on the water from an abandoned pebble.