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Radko, along with Dar and Zvan, were on the road, watching outsiders collect their dead. Several dozen people, with a couple of shamans, were engaged in this mournful business. They laid the dead on two wheels, with horses harnessed to them. One held animals under the bridle, wheezing and picking their feet, smelling blood and death. We were in a hurry to lay down, finish, just complete this lesson before dark.

It seemed what to fear here? But Ramid did not trust either Manis or Sabaday, expecting some kind of caverza.

Radko felt that he got hot. And the fact that the shirt under the armor was wet with sweat for a long time. And now you can’t take it all off yourself, you can’t, you had to endure. True, I took a flask of water from my belt, drank a little, and felt a little better.

— Is it hot? asked, chuckling, Dar.

— Yes, it seems, nothing, — answered Radko, — do you want?

— Beer or something?

— No, the water is simple.

“I’ll wait for you. Soon, the Peshtsy said that the Savirovs would set the tables. With a rich, they say, treat.

— So does Savir Katovich feel sorry for salted fish? — Dar laughed, — or did the turnip not get ugly?

— And what, only fish will be at the table?

— Well, maybe turnips and mushrooms. And plenty of barley bread…

— Well, okay, Zvan, — Radko laughed, — and so, read, we sit on breadcrumbs for several days and dried fish. You look, at least kvass will be given enough. We’ll get drunk…

Indeed, eighteen golden rings lay very well in the mosh, warmed the heart. And each of them gave a pair of rings to those who lost their plums in battle. And the foreman Ouma gave a lot to the dead warriors of Warta, and more and more expensive sable furs to calm down the tears of his relatives for the departed.

But now, it seems, strangers finished their mournful business, drove heavily loaded carts over the distant forest, where their army of finders was waiting. Waited more, and buzzed in an unfamiliar way of the horn, stretched huge

carts to the east. They were accompanied by hundreds of mounted warriors. Sabaday’s army returned to their steppes.

Here and Zvan grabbed his horn, bound in gold, and missed four times. The experienced warrior made it known that the finds were leaving the Russian lands. And the answer I heard how their troops answered him from the camp.

“Well, you can come back,” Radko said quietly.

— Exactly, Dar agreed, turning his plow.

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And in the morning, next to the capital Oum, huge tables were set up. They immediately scurried around, putting dishes and wooden dishes on them. Simple, unpainted. But, however, the youths were cheerful, and greeted the soldiers warmly. Although, it happened in different ways, and often the courtyard did not hurt the relatives. They considered themselves in a higher place, these servants.

Radko approached one, looked closely at wooden dishes full of treats. There was a lot of things here, from the bounties exhibited not at all by the Torovaya foreman Savir. Nearby stood reapers with honey, beer and kvass,

— Hear, Zvan… And here, and not only turnips… he chuckled, and dried fish with breadcrumbs.

— Yes, it is strange. It is unusual for Savir Katovich to scatter. A man known for his tightness. Like his whole family. Have you been to Oum? And at the Golden Palace? Have you seen a huge fortress with a rampart?

— So where… Although I always wanted to. And my daughter, Yolka buzzed all her ears. Say, look at the White Throne, and the very Palace where Elena lived.

— You look, tomorrow we’ll go, we’ll see. Okay, let’s go, we’ll sit on the grass until they called to the tables! said Dar.

And the warriors from the hundred Vatey, leisurely stepped aside. Kalei, without saying a word, threw the harp from the back, and slowly sang, skillfully sorting out the sonorous strings. Hanza gathered around him, listening to an old song. As if alive, the Immortals, the Fallen servants of Elena herself, stood up in front of the experienced warriors. He sang about when they still had white wings, and did not turn black from mortal sins. The soldiers were silent, everyone was thinking now, about their own. They remembered their families, their home.

“Are you all standing here?” And why? Pinned down, but hung their heads! — Vatey said deliberately cheerfully, — go to the tables, everything is ready! Baked meat is delivered! Here, you can’t hesitate! Otherwise nothing will get! Yes, and Kaley will sing to you later, which is more fun, as the bowls of three put honey will disappear! Well, or four!

— And you sit down with us! Dar suggested, why did one settle?

“Where am I without you?” ‘the centurion laughed.

Radko sat on the bench among his comrades, and the unot, passing along the table with a basket, endowed him with a magnificent piece of baked meat on the bone. It turns out, a noble venison, when they bake a carcass in a pit, with burnt coals. It is baked for almost a day, and the meat comes out incredibly soft and tender.

The treat barely fit in the bowl, it exuded a bright aroma of horseradish, currant leaf, wild garlic. The knife immediately, as if it were in his hand, the sharp bronze of the blade cut off the juicy slices. I tried it, and just stunned. It was just incredibly tasty, especially after crackers, and camp porridge, and stews. And especially, with a piece of excellent, slightly salted bread. And next to it, on the table, there was a green onion. In general, it was impossible to distract. But then the melon came again, and filled the buckets with sparkling dark beer. Dar lifted his cup. And then, and others stood up. And there it began, and beer, and behind it and put honey. It was fun, Kaley started a new song. And the unots brought a whole-fried bull, and the soldiers simply shouted in delight…