Читать книгу Immortals. Twin princesses, Ella and Elle. Black Wings of the Night - Сергей Соловьёв, Ар'лан ис'Дрекхэм - Страница 16

She did not look at her feet now, but, without lowering her eyes, she looked at the huge shaft of Oum, towering above the landing. Here, too, there was something to see, and the bargaining was rich, on the square of the city. But to be here, and not to see the famous fortress of the whole Priob — it would be simply incredible.

“Have you been there, Father?” Elle asked quietly.

“Yes, more than once. We lived in two daytime passages from here, not far from the Fortress, which the Fallen of huge boulders laid down.

— And what, really? And worth it?

“What will she do?” Kamenyuki poods one hundred each, no less. So an invincible wall with a rampart came out, protection from strangers. And in the shaft of Oum, right in the ground, the whole city is built, the hive is real. Living quarters, like honeycombs, and a couple of wells, so there is water there, and the drain for dirty water is arranged. Everything is done according to the mind. An intelligent place where it is fashionable to sit out from any enemy.

— So let’s go, why should I stand here? — and the Christmas tree pulled in impatience, grabbing the hand of her father, right to the drawbridge.

Here stood a guard, with a dozen soldiers, with spears and clubs, and shields thrown behind their backs. Everyone is barely older than Elle, as Radko noted with annoyance. Only one, apparently, uncle mentor, was a gray-haired barbel, with a golden hryvnia on a mighty neck.

— Hello and you, dear guests. In time, you came to our aid from Warta, — said the honored warrior, smiling, and straightening his thick mustache.

— And you have a good morning, Vityaz. You and your collars.

— Yes, what kind of guards they are… So, while only the youths are bewildered, everything must be taught, but looked after.

— So we would like to go to the Golden Palace. Here, my daughter has never been there. Just heard.

— Why not, since the soul asks! Come on in!

The youths smiled, noticing the prigozhny girl. Well, the Elle held on briskly, did not turn up her nose, but everyone would understand that she knew her worth. And they went inside, so the Elle forgot about everything. I walked around the wooden stairs leading upstairs to the living quarters of the fortress. The wooden platforms in front of them were empty, and there, above, Elle noticed that there were even windows in the burners, with a bull bubble inserted into the frames. And then, as many as three levels were in this house — the fortress. And this gigantic house could accommodate almost five thousand people, no less. Everyone who lived in the village of Oum.

— Just incredible! whispered the surprised girl.

And then, Savir Katovich himself walked past them, surrounded by friends — comrades and two dozen unots. Radko, remembering politeness, bowed, and the foreman nodded back. The warrior was not particularly distinguished, but his daughter… Before her, Savir immediately stopped, which made the girl blush. And then, such a well-worn husband shows her honor.

“Thank you girl for your valor. Manis Sabadaevich himself captivated, from that great benefit happened to the capital Oum and all of Russia, for sure. How are you called? looked at her carefully.

“I am a Elle Radkovna, according to my father,” she whispered.

— Here you are, girl. And you, and your father. Ikmore! “he shouted,” carry my casket!”

The dozen unot threw back the cover of the carved shelter of all sorts of things, and Savir himself, with his sleek handles. took out of it an excellent military belt, and a golden bevel, weighing at least ten spools.

— This is for you… — said the foreman, in the kindest voice possible, — for good memory!

And the Elle was already stunned when she saw on the junk the very patterned boots that she saw last night on that stranger with her face covered. What spoke to Manis… I took a step back in fright, but now I came to my senses, it would be stupid to run, it would mean simply giving myself away… She tried to calm down, but turned very pale, and immediately turned red.

— Take it please, otherwise you look how your face has changed, — said Savir, — from a pure heart, do not think bad, the reward is deserved…

The tree stood as if petrified. Here Radko himself secured the gift of a drawn man in his daughter’s hair, and he himself dressed a new belt decorated with gold.

— I thank, Savir Katovich for honor, for affection, — the warrior thanked, having bowed in a belt, — and to us, it’s time. We must have time to look at the White Throne in the Golden Palace.

I did not understand Radko why the Elle behaves this way, but he himself knew, and for a long time that it was not worth showing disrespect to those who were found, then he could go sideways.

— Yes, the famous place, from Elena itself remained. — continued to explain Savir, — Let’s go, spend and tell everything. We have something to look at. Ikmore, run, tell me that we will come up now!

The Christmas tree just looked around, but was it possible to escape from here? I had to go with everyone, and smile in addition, so that the Savirovs would not think anything like that. That, they say, the girl is ungrateful, or that she is up to bad things.

And Radko did not understand what was the matter. But, I thought and decided that my daughter was a little worried, and that’s all. True, he decided not to interfere, not to torment his daughter with questions, especially in front of the Savir Unots.

And at the gates of the palace two guards were bored, the service was not heavy, just boring, standing here, and keeping order. But, here both seeing Savir Katovich, at once transformed, took on a young look, settled down. The foreman said nothing, only sighed heavily, as if he had lifted a heavy one.

— Here, come in, I’ll show everything, — said Savir, — here, nearby. And further — the front hall… Here, look yourself, girl…

They climbed the oak steps of a steep seedling. The railings and pillars were decorated with skillful carvings, and in addition, they were generously painted to the place. It looked as if there was a Elle in a wondrous forest, surrounded by trees, on the branches of which sat wondrous animals and birds that met her. Savir looked back, pulled the ring, and opened the door wide, opening the entrance. Copper lamps burned dimly in the canopy, accelerating the darkness.

They went on to the chambers. The walls were richly decorated with carvings. The skillful craftsman with an inspired cutter left in memory the deeds and exploits of Elena, here on earth… The Christmas tree looked at it, eyes wide, just unable to come off. Here the Lady resurrects the beaten army of the Hansa, then, calls for the service of the Seven Fallen, amazes with her strength the army of strangers. How they crown her to the Kingdom, and she punishes Zia and Oakast for pride. Then, he puts himself instead of Ilsa the First-Called, depicted, like the Mistress, with a piercingly white face. And the last picture — Elena finds her brother, and with him ascends into the bright blue sky, which has opened like a blossoming flower bud. The Christmas tree even touched this ocher rhombus with petals, which let Elena and Veles onto the Heavenly Road.

The girl even sighed, trying to remember these paintings forever. There is no dispute, and in their Warth they depict a similar thing, and the work of carvers was good, but…

— The craftsman Akast personally saw all this, — Savir said quietly, — so he was able to make such beauty… Well, let’s go further, it will be even better.

The Christmas tree doubtfully listened to the last words, but led an incredulous shoulder — but does it happen better? Could this be? But, she followed the escort. His unot opened the gilded bronze doors in front of them.

But right, beautiful walls, completely decorated with carvings, but covered with gold. White throne, with griffins carved from limestone. It looked like it came here from another, the Mountain World. By the manifest will of the Lady, and maybe someone else… All this attracted the eyes of those who came to this hall.

— It was revealed that day when Ilsa the First-Called fell asleep. — Savir broadcast with a gloomy expression on his face, — Bilkar’s grandson came, and everything has already been done… He swore, they say, saw here the scurrying fingers, the faithful servants of Elena the Beautiful, who painted this hall. Only my father, Katko Okastovich, did not believe the junk… He ordered to beat until he said…

“So what? whispered a frightened Elle.

— Again it turned out badly… Died under the lashes of the unot, did not say anything, and on the night my father died… He shouted terribly, but no one could come, his chambers were locked… Then, — and Savir spoke, and with his right hand as if he had opened the door, — in the morning they themselves swung open, and on the bed, in a swan feather bed, as if in a bloody tub father swims… All blood leaked to the drop, through small cuts.. There was no living place on it, it was all cut up, from head to toe… So his fingers executed him… Okay…

The Christmas tree looked from the foreman to the decoration of the Golden Hall. And there was something to see.

Here in front of the Throne itself, there were two tall idols made of wood, insured, albeit executed, right, by a skillful master. One, worked like a man with a bear’s head, only painted white. Another, like a stump with round eyes, gray, with wonderfully spread hands.

— So who is it? — Yolka whispered, — after all, people say different things, you don’t know what to believe…

— Zia — Bear this, and Okast, who has become a scarecrow, a scarecrow, the guardian of her chambers. And as Elena and her brother left, Ilsa the First-Called found another occupation for them, — Savir slowly broadcast, — always guard the entrance to Tartar so that the Fallen do not rise ahead of time. Such an eternal service fell to them from the Princess — to be in that secret place until the end of time, until the whole world falls… ‘the foreman continued the speech.

— Hard business and difficult…

Savir noticed that the girl said this with respect, and blossomed directly, amused at once. He even unbuttoned the shirt gate.

— And here I am, consider, the great-grandson of Elder Oakast… They remember in our family about that day, and they keep the memos, about Elena the Beautiful herself. Here, such, girl.

— And where are her wings, her, and Ilse the First-Called?

“Nobody knows that. And such craftsmen were translated, and Alma Braid of Death, had no wings, like her Immortals. Maybe this is fortunately, otherwise she… — the elder almost said: “I screwed up the affairs,” but I settled down, covered my mouth with my palm, — And the throne always awaits Elena the Beautiful, the Snow Queen. Her yes twin brother, the greatest Veles. When they ask, no one knows, but we always wait and hope.

— It’s so established, — said Radko, breaking a long silence, — thank you for showing everything, Savir Katovich. Let us go, there will be something to tell at home.

The elder nodded a little, smiling favorably.