Book-1 Tir novella. V. Speys

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      Prince approached the edge of the table. Laky quickly traced something on a blank piece of paper. Tir read carefully, and then pulled centered view of the written and looked into the eyes monarch. They looked at each other, and in the view of each displayed boundless love, father and sons cautionary grateful. After that, the monarch gave him a bundle of papers tied with red twine bound huge printing. Prince took over the desk airtight capsule to deliver pneumatic tube and put back the package.

      – Well, with God! As our ancestors. – Instruct Laky it.

      – With God, Father! – Prince bowed, clicking his heels, turned on his heel and walked out of the office. Soon the gates of the palace went black armored limousine. The policeman on duty at the crossroads recognized in him a government car and distilled in hand cars and trucks. Those respectfully conceded the roadway rushing at breakneck speed, “the armored car.” Prince Lakiya liked to drive fast. Motor hummed softly. Behind the wheel, focusing on the road, sitting Dumar. Near the front Captain form a guard of honor sat Tir. Prince turned his head to the lieutenant carefully examined him speculatively, then asked: – What a strange name Dumar, where did you get it? – Mocking notes in the voice of a young captain seemed to be infuriated simple

      Soldier. But the lieutenant was calm. Deadpan voice, he boomed: – It is an ancient word, symbol. In the transition from an old Fatani it sounds like a wise man, wise.

      – What you are fond of the old days?

      – What makes you think, Captain? – A question with a question boldly replied the lieutenant. Such treatment has enraged the young heir See, steel-gray eyes flashed lightning, but an act of will

      Prince kept his anger. Only a contemptuous grimace of displeasure pursed his lips, but his thick black eyebrows climbed up and froze in place, turning the face into a mask of arrogance. He reluctantly turned away with dignity and with feigned curiosity watched the flickering of the glass windows. After thirty minutes they left the wide road leading to the airport…

      – He does not have to fly! – Words like hot iron penetrated the ears, “hissing” dug in mind the listener.

      – Mr. Advisor, and we are justified? – A pleasant baritone asked tall lean man wearing the captain of the palace guard, his red beret pulled off his forehead, and out of the impending

      edges looked huge black eye to the hunched figure of the king’s vizier. Little mouse eyes, hooked over a huge nose and short arms with sleek white fingers, made him look like a huge rat, fumbling among the scattered business papers in a mess on the desktop. The similarity is complemented brown suit, who was dressed in a counselor, but gloom that prevailed in his office.

      – Renee! – Crackling voice shouted in space adviser. Immediately opened front door of the office, and on the threshold appeared a servant in a long crimson livery and white gloves.

      – Anything, Sir? – Insinuating voice like the rustling of leaves outside the window and asked the newcomer.

      – Let the Tir.

      Counselor filed keys. Footman went to the side door in the back office and rattling keys, unlocked the door. Through the open door came a young captain in dress uniform of honor. Middle of the room captain leaned forward, depicting on the face of extreme surprise.

      – You, Tir? He exclaimed.

      – Yes! – Calmly replied. – And please call me Prince Lakiya!

      – Well, Ort? Exulted Advisor.

      – But you have to be at the airport?

      A striking resemblance to Tir introduced Orth confusion.

      – And we’re going there now.

      With that double looked expectantly at the vizier.

      – Ort! – He turned to the captain! – Take him to a military airfield and send Arkiyu s. That aircraft, which through Twenty minutes will fly out of the airport, there should not fly.

      – And what about … – Began Orth was in disarray. But the Counselor

      interrupted:

      – I do not like to repeat!

      – Yes! – Orth clicked his heels, straightening up on the rack “Attention”.

      – And you! – He said the false prince! – Follow him! – Nod head to turn on Orth.

      – Got it will.

      Self-assured tone faux-Tyr captain added confidence. He is firm steps toward the door.

      When the door closed behind them, Counselor Renee beckoned closer to the table:

      – Take these papers here. Here is what you should see in print in the event of failure of the operation.

      – All done, Sir, how do you want! – Renee replied, a little bowing, and slipped out the door with documents in hand.

      Chapter 5

      Through the darkness of unconsciousness could hear the rustling slightly audible, but the howling of the wind, as if in early childhood, when, clinging to a warm fire, sat a small Tir, and the window was howling and throwing scraps of roofing hurricane. For a moment, Tir thought he was lying on the carpet in a hot fire in the palace. And there, at the bottom of the window, splashing cool water, squelching of marble edge of the pool. From these sounds and the howling of the wind in the chimney flue quietened heart so much that he even pain, spill hot war in my head, did not cause the desire to open his eyes. This pain with each heart beat insistently reminded something significant had happened to him. Finally swoon over. Tir remembered and emerged near his vehicle warplane unmarked suddenly fired on him. And it lightning fast, without waiting for the outcome ejected. From this lost consciousness, but instinctively, perhaps some subconscious feeling, caught a blast of his plane. And just down from the heights, under the cloth saving parachute recovered. He is remembered as a landed. How, shot down his opponent, met landed Tir humiliating smile the winner. He remembered how he rushed to his executioner with a passionate desire for revenge. As the enemy struck with lightning speed to clear the exhaust and intake automatism desert sand became Tir soft “carpet”. Pilot somewhere disappeared and only the memory of what had happened, gave herself a pain in the head unfortunate prince.

      Tir opened his heavy eyelids. Catch sight of the yellow area sand. Grains of sand rustling of wind gusts, poppy seed fell on the body. Tyr looked up. Razor sharp pain ran into the brain, a swarm of sand suddenly shot up and gently touched his forehead. Tir delayed fall. Consciousness is no longer left him. Holding back, not to moan from harsh and unbearable pain in the neck, Tir, with effort, forced himself to lie on his right side. Then rose to his elbow. The area of sand now increased. View opened next dunes. Tyr looked around on all sides. Everywhere he was surrounded by a yellowish sediment. The sand was everywhere. Half-buried body of Tir was stirring on top of a small sand dune at the edge of the sloping slope, amidst a sea of giant hills of the desert. Tyr tried to get up, but there also has slid down to the bottom of the basin. Swaying from side to side as he tried to get up again. With difficulty he succeeded. Standing on his feet, he gradually came to himself. And when the forces returned to the СКАЧАТЬ