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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I jumped up, because it was not very pleasant to lie on the thorny grass. She dusted herself off and only then noticed Eitan. He froze a few yards away from me, his eyes flashing with anger, as if he had identified the criminal. Really guessed about my demonic origin?
– Are you a virgin! He breathed accusatory in response to my questioning look.
Oh you… Now something became clear. And increased interest in rashtanga, and reddish spots on the grass. Needless to say, I didn’t feel anything. And completely forgot about it. But, if you think about it, in this particular body I have never dealt with men – until last night.
– Not anymore, – I shrugged nonchalantly.
– And what did it all mean? – the guy breathed out. From my point of view, much more emotional than it should be. Did you set everything up from the very beginning? What do you want? For me to marry you? I, as an honest person, now have to do this, right?
– Uuu, it seems someone has developed a fad after yesterday, – I drawled knowingly. – Don’t worry, honest man, not all the women of this world are tempted to take you as their husband. So don’t suffer.
Now he looked at me less confidently, but still extremely suspicious. I stepped forward, still naked, and held out my hand in his direction.
– Do you have a sword? Or at least something more or less spicy?
– Why?
Eitan seemed desperate to guess what actions to expect from my person.
– I want to kill you so that no one gets it, – in the tone -What is incomprehensible here? – I responded.
He pursed his lips in displeasure: who would like it when they laugh at him?
– The sword was left with my dear failed father-in-law. It was not to be dragged with him to the wedding. There is a dagger.
The sword, then, is not allowed at the wedding, but the blade is shorter – please? Another incomprehensible human invention. But in principle, I didn’t care: a dagger would do, even more convenient.
– Come here.
Eitan, for the sake of order, drilled me a little more with his eyes, but then he nevertheless bent down to his belt, which was still lying on the ground, pulled the weapon from its scabbard and handed it to me. Without thinking or hesitating, I made a rather deep cut on my wrist. Rashtang snorted, blood streamed profusely down his arm and dripped onto the grass. Red on green is a beautiful combination, especially when both symbolize life. No, not even that: it is life itself.
– I swear before the Prince of Darkness that I will not marry you, – I announced solemnly. – Let the scar that will remain on my arm be evidence of this. – Then she went up to the stunned Eitan and, putting the hilt into his palm, inquired in a casual tone: – Will it fit?
– You’re definitely not normal, – he shook his head, looking at my back as I pushed the muzzle of the rashtang away and walked towards my dress.
I snorted, not much quieter than my imaginary horse had just before.
– It seems to me that you are all crazy here.
– Who are we? Eitan asked in bewilderment and even looked around just in case. Couldn’t find anyone but a rashtang, and summed it up with conviction: “You’re strange.”
Chapter 4
Town was the next town we passed through. I had to lay a decent hook to get there. Yesterday we took a major detour as we focused on getting away from the chase and then on the feeling of driving fast. As for me, everything is fine, but now I had to make up for lost time, returning to civilized places. My companion, who had an unplanned escape from the wedding, needed some things. I also didn’t mind buying something (for example, getting a change of clothes), but, most importantly, I needed to hone my skills in communicating with people and living in a human settlement in general. I hoped not to draw attention to myself by the strangeness and inadequacy of actions (from the perspective of the natives) by the time we got to Thornfolk.
Town was not much different from Ville, except that it was a little larger. The same narrow streets, only a few of which were honored to be paved with uneven stones. The same arcs of wooden bridges over small rivers. The same area in front of the central city temple with a high black spire that cut into the sky like a sharp spear. True, here, in addition, there was a small fountain depicting a strange pyramid of fish, which for some reason took it into their head to jump one on top of the other. A thin trickle of water flowed from the upper mouth.
– Maybe I’ll wait here, – I said cheerfully, dipping my hand into the pool to wash my face after the dusty drive.
My companion was impatient to go to the local church. He explained the reason: they say, he wants to thank the Prince of Light for his happy salvation from marriage. For my part, I did not understand two things: firstly, what did the Prince of Light have to do with it, and secondly, why it was necessary to drag oneself to the temple for this. Well, I would say “Thank you!” in his heart – and that’s it, he went to do urgent business. So no, Eitan insisted, moreover, he got it into his head to invite me with him.
– Why? he asked in bewilderment. A naive reaction that made me irritably raise my eyes to the sky. – This is not for long, and in the local temple, they say, there are very beautiful frescoes. And it seems that some kind of relic is kept, I don’t remember exactly, it seems, something related to the prophet Jokin.
I burst out laughing. I remember this prophet, he was still a bore. I wonder what they have here and whether it is genuine.
– And besides, there are not so many visitors here, everyone will stare at you, – Eitan gave another argument.
All the arguments together made me reluctantly agree. But I approached the church slowly and reluctantly. The companion kept turning around, stopping, waiting for me to catch up with him, and frowned in surprise. However, he did not attach much importance to my slowness: he must have decided that I was tired from the road.
Fortunately, when we crossed the threshold (an act that was not easy for me), he went about his business: he went to one of the places reserved for prayer, drew an invisible circle with his index finger in the center of his forehead, and knelt down. I began to slowly inspect the interior. I felt extremely tense. No, there was no threat to me here. I could not crumble into dust, take the form of a wild beast, or squeal from the unbearable simultaneous prayer of dozens of the righteous. All this is nothing more than fiction and superstition. I just felt uncomfortable – as a guest who entered a house without asking, where he was not welcome.
I cautiously glanced at the statue of another angel. I hope the one on it is not СКАЧАТЬ