Right hand. Prince of Darkness. Dmitry Nazarov
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Название: Right hand. Prince of Darkness
Автор: Dmitry Nazarov
Издательство: Издательские решения
isbn: 9785005910066
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We broke away from the pursuers, and he, turning his back to the chase, clutched his head and groaned:
– What kind of enchanting nonsense was going on here? It’s like I woke up from a nightmare, and the creatures from the dream are still chasing me. Or am I crazy? One Prince of Light will sort it out.
– The Prince of Light has nothing to do with it, – I said authoritatively. – The Prince of Darkness, by the way, too. It is exclusively the work of human hands. As in most cases, however. What is your fiancee’s name, by the way?
– Leah, – he replied in surprise, not quite understanding how my question was related to the previous conversation.
– Beautiful name, – I said. And the girl is attractive. She’s probably a great cook too. Have you eaten anything delicious from her? Or maybe drinking?
– I drank coffee, – the guy admitted. – I visited her father on business. It was embarrassing to dine, but to drink a cup is a sacred thing. Their coffee is special, with spices, foreign.
– Yes Yes. And how long ago did you get into the habit of jumping into this “holy cause”?
– I don’t remember exactly, – he said again. – About two weeks, maybe. Well, yes, I made an offer exactly ten days ago, so it goes something like this… But why did I make it?! He ran his hands through his hair in desperation.
– Because the coffee from the love potion is delicious and strong. – Are you savvy?
Eitan looked up at me, frowning. He leaned back, putting his fingers to his forehead. As you can see, the picture in the brain took shape quickly, and his face brightened.
– And you seem to be right, – he finally said.
– Looks like it, – I mimicked. I can’t even remember the last time I was wrong. You were not yet born at that time.
– Listen, who are you anyway? – The guy squinted suspiciously.
Looks like the picture turned out even better than I expected.
– Your savior, – I stated the obvious. You could say it’s a guardian angel. Then I burst out laughing again, imagining how real angels grind their teeth, if, of course, one of them heard me.
– That’s right, – Eitan chuckled, dismissing his suspicions out of gratitude. In any case, for the time being. – But what is your name, anyway?
– Call me Arafel. And you are Eitan, I already understood that.
He nodded, frowning and still holding his head. Suddenly it seemed to dawn on him.
– Wait, what is it, a girl abducted me from the wedding?
His shoulders began to shake slightly.
– You can say that.
This time we laughed together. Eitan’s eyes grew more and more unhealthy. A sharp removal of the curse – what else, in a good way, would you call a love spell? – a specific thing, a bit like alcohol intoxication and may well lead a person into a state of euphoria.
I looked back. The last of the pursuers fell noticeably behind. The wind, amused, distinctly conveyed their abuse to us.
– Oh, you black-haired whore! – no one calmed down. – So that you are sick all your life, so that your life is short, so that the angels of the door to the heavenly chamber slam shut in front of you!
If the first two wishes only made me giggle, then the last one really pissed me off. Angels? Yes, so that I myself put myself in them? There was a hunt! But if I need it for some reason, which one of them will stop me, I would like to know? Furrowed brows drew together at the bridge of his nose; thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance. My eyes narrowed and opened wide again, and a curse flew towards the foul language. Of course, his offense will not be so difficult to live, but he will break his leg or arm, that’s for sure.
Eitan didn’t notice anything, except he looked up, trying to understand where the storm was coming from. I did not see any clouds in the sunset sky and turned around again, estimating how far we had gone from the chase.
– Wow! Well, you have a horse! he whistled.
– The best in the kingdom! – I proudly assured, not indulging in clarifications regarding the true nature of the steed.
– The wind is whistling in your ears! And maybe even faster? Eitan asked excitedly.
– Easily!
And with my permission, the rashtang rushed at full speed. The pursuers finally disappeared from sight, and we did not meet others who wanted to travel late. So we managed to fully enjoy the crazy ride, yelling at the top of our lungs. And no one saw how unnaturally fast the chariot rushes, and most importantly, how from time to time it literally flies without touching the ground with its wheels…
Chapter 3
We stopped in the middle of the night, when even it became difficult for me to keep my balance in a furious jump, and my companion did yawn at the top of his mouth. He was still supported by the effect of a sharply lifted curse, while I basically needed sleep, as well as food, much less than real people. Still, the human body needed rest, so I had to ask the rashtang to stop.
– I hope you don’t mind camping out for the night, – I warned my companion as I jumped off the chariot. -Because even if you’re against it, I can’t offer better. There is not a single inn for miles around here.
– Anything but the wedding night, – Eitan assured, following my example.
– Ha! I thought men had a different attitude towards their wedding night. However, you are right about something, – I noticed, unharnessing the rashtanga.
This occupation took some time, and then the contented entity disappeared into the darkness.
– Aren’t you afraid that you will run far away?
Eitan, frowning, peered into the night, but, of course, he did not see the silhouette of a horse.
– He will come back, – I confidently dismissed, and, without thinking twice, lay down right on the grass.
Dark clouds floated across the dark sky. Nevertheless, they were perfectly visible, because darkness is different for darkness, and its shades are innumerable, even if the human eye is not always able to recognize the difference.
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