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The elder was sitting at the table, personally unwinding the ball of the message. The nodules familiar to him on a long rope brought new news. The countertop was not easy, covered with seeded fine river sand, on which the owner of the house now depicted the surroundings. And the detachments, their own and others, were depicted as figurines of soldiers of different colors. Not that it would be beautiful, but clear and intelligible.

Nearby is a settled, already overweight man, with an impressive golden hryvnia around his neck, and already gray-haired shikha on the back of his head. The guest was not young, but not old. He looked at the lamp, burning with a yellow bright flame, then at his interlocutor.

— So. Savir Katovich? — he said, — Isn’t it time for my rati to go camping? It’s hard to say, our brave guard in the Fortress to hold on?

— Take your time, Sejan Plenkovic, take your time… Here, an army from Warta will come, then we will take our own… You’d better take a look at what our messages send… You see, they have gone too far, the tangles are quite imposed, and I am shining here, and I am disassembling. But, our business is not bad. Our allies are in two transitions from Oum. And Sabadayev’s army cuts us off from the river. So, it turns out, we should go into business only as the ship’s regiment from Warta approaches. Not before.

— You speak sensibly, Elder! — the old warrior beamed, — we will press them here, knock them over into the river, and the matter will end. Such is my idea… What do you suggest?

— The matter is… So it is necessary to hold three hundred riding, you never know what Sabaday will throw out. And we can, then, break the battle with this force, in our favor. If anything, it will not go so.

The governor scratched his chin, bowed his head, looked at the map depicted in the sand. And, hesitantly nodded, recognizing only the intelligent elder’s plan, and only he slowly uttered the long-awaited words, as if he had sentenced:

— I agree, Sejan Plenkovic. It will be according to this, and put his heavy palm on the edge of the table.

As if he added so much heaviness, weight to his speech. He looked at Savir, he did not change in his face, the elder did not show pleasure or annoyance.

And the young man calmly entered the room, looked almost indifferently at the map, nodded to his father. Then he bent his head to his shoulder, so that the long curls of the children’s hairstyle fell on his face, and he hastily corrected them.

— Manis will be taken prisoner. Yes, it would be better to kill him, — the boy said, and just as calmly came out as he appeared, — everyone will become calmer.

He said such terrible words, simply, without expression. As if he was talking now about rain outside the window, or about young leaves on linden, which grew next to the estate…

— What??? Seyan did not immediately understand the simple words.

— Rata, my youngest. Everything speaks, he is weak on his head. You’re sorry…

— I remember, Savir Katovich, I remember… He got sick, but never cured. Well, I will go to the soldiers… ‘the man added with participation.

And then, not everyone knew about such a misfortune in all the lucky elder. And here, what a misfortune with the youngest son. Seyan Savira regretted, but he could not say this out loud.

“And I’ll be there soon,” the elder shook the governor’s hand.

Savir waited until an important guest left, and quickly went to the children’s chambers. The eldest sons, Umil and Sarth, lived separately, in their towers, but in a huge family estate. And the younger ones, Zhiva and Rata, lived with their parents, under their father’s eyes. The wife met him here, bowed according to custom.

“What’s gloomy?” said his wife, Astya, carefully.

“What to do, my sun,” he replied, “you know, the war has come. Worries have increased. But nothing, we will manage ourselves. Where are our children?

— Rata went to Zhiva, they are sitting in the world. Everything is fine, — and took his hand, calming, — yes, evil people say on our son… He is smart with us, but, in a special way, not like everyone else… — and wiped a tear with a handkerchief.

— Okay…

Junior, was like a thorn in the elder’s heart. Srodu did not go hunting or fishing. He did not like to water, he could not stand long trips, he was afraid of mosquitoes. And as he fell ill, he began to speak. Most loved now on a swing swing. He will sit down and swing, swing… He could not get off all day. And, sometimes, he looks like this, it is not clear, and says, so at least stand, but at least fall. I recalled how a week ago I walked past the barrels of caviar, led it with my finger, and spoke like a hammer:

“This one is incomplete…”

And it turned out that it was incomplete. They did not report the eggs, monsters, and Rata, well done, spotted. And then, immediately found out that Umil’s wife was not happy. Also important, for the whole family news. So it turned out that the son, although he was not strong in mind, was of great benefit from him. Only now I had to keep quiet about it, from different conversations. People are evil, but stupid, the elder himself always remembered, did not forget. As well as the fact that his peers in childhood, others who got out, also did not complain. That he pulled the bowstring badly, he was weaker, read everyone, and they did not let him forget about it. And he, nothing, surpassed them, narrow-minded, and intelligence, and prosperity. And nothing, the time will come, and I can get even, as the elder always reminded himself.

And here, how to know that the Lady of Heaven did not punish him, but blessed him with a younger son. It was just that one had to own it wisely, wisely… But, Savir himself was not a madman, he did not tell anyone about Rata’s skills, away from sin. It is foolish to know a lot, and even more so smart… But the words of his son about Manis Sabadayevich alerted the elder, oh, and alerted…

***

Opened the door of the Svetlitsa beloved daughter Savir Katovich, yes stunned. Everything seemed to be fine, but here… He put his head on his sister’s lap and slept. Alive and did not move, froze, as if petrified. And the son’s head, like a golden fire, burned, hugging with radiance. The father was scared for his son, he didn’t know what to do. Savir grabbed a jug of water, wanted to extinguish the fire, but Alive only waved her finger and quietly said:

— Everything is ok… This often happens to him in a dream. Just don’t disturb him… And then it will be even worse at night…

Worse? Yes, it happened and worse… Exactly, Savir saw this passion, as Rata walked on the roof with the moon. He did not fall, did not break down, walked as if glued. He himself then climbed into the window, but lay down to sleep, as if nothing had happened. And then I didn’t remember anything. It’s good that none of the servants saw it.

— He said nothing more? Do not remember? Elder asked his daughter.

— Stood, looked at the box in the corner… Then, this toy, — pointed at the rider on the horse, — dropped it, sat down next to it, and fell asleep…

— Well, okay… I’ll go..

There was no need to interfere here, and the elder hurriedly, almost running, left the street.

***

As soon as I went to my place, I immediately began to squeeze the signs with bronze writing on birch bark, and worked hastily. But it was not easy. The message was wound on a churbachok, a kind of long ribbon turned out.

“Be careful. Do not go into battle equestrian”

A short letter came out, a short one. And as I finished, I took it off, so it was impossible to read clearly without a churbachka. The elder took out a travel bag, and put the message there.

— Hey, who’s there? ‘he shouted to the unots.

— Yes, here I am…

— So, Dirk… You take the dry, but you jump to the merchant Rast Gorazdovich, who lives at the Fortress, in the estate, near the Proni river. Give this bag to him. Understood me well? Look, don’t mess up!

— I will perform everything, Savir Katovich! — nodded the lad, — I’ll tell the merchant Rast Gorazdovich!

— Well, don’t hesitate!

And, the elder gladly looked at how the boy began to run to fulfill his order. Here, indeed, it was necessary to hurry so that with such difficulty the conceived did not break!