The world closed behind them, leaving only bare rocks and a blue sky. Shanfar saw them off with quiet trumpeting and an even quieter parting whisper of the old princess. Although, according to the laws of the Allotars, Darita's marriage has not yet entered into force, both her people and she herself were forced to pacify their hostility. Now Karl was considered one of them. Ignoring the angry glances that the princess threw at him, he looked thoughtfully at the steppe spread below. The temporary respite, which the prince gave him in the fortress, made it possible to restore his strength a little. Apparently, Miel decided that this rest was enough, and now he followed him with a vengeance, passing almost every thought and feeling through his mind. Sometimes it seemed to Karl that he was beginning to lose his mind, and then the prince again briefly retreated. Miel knew about the deceit perpetrated by Darima for a long time. At first, the woman managed to trick him by replacing one twi

Nobody knows when his hour will come. Leaning down, he took a cup from the floor and, raising his sister's head, made her drink the bitter, thick liquid. “I said that everyone would have to make a choice, Breeze. Once you have chosen, go the way you are going. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and suddenly rested her cheek against his palm.– I remembered you. I always remembered you... Why didn't you come earlier? She fell for so long... so long... There were so many of them... He said the prophecy must be fulfilled...- Who said, Veterok? Touching her forehead again, Carl concentrated. The images flashed by so fast that he could barely see them. - Who, honey? Prince? The face of the man she was talking about was frozen for a moment in a dense swirl of unfamiliar memories. “Ah, that’s how it is…” Karl drawled and, carefully getting up, covered Liramel with a blanket. Her breathing became more and more even. “Well, then, I was right after all. After making sure that h

Miel climbed the rock in the late afternoon, accompanied by a tall red-haired woman whom Liramel had seen among the army of allotars and at the black throne on the day she first entered the fortress. Carl was also with them, but kept a little distance and looked gloomy and tired.Without saying anything, the prince took off his baldric and threw a caftan lined with dark fur onto the stone floor. In a long white tunic, intercepted by a wide leather belt, Mielle looked unusual and even more intimidating than usual. Fastening his scabbard, he approached and, leaning slightly over the stove, smiled.“Decided to become a martyr? Liramel's already familiar voice sounded in her head, and she closed her eyes for a moment so as not to see the hated eyes. “In vain, daughter of Lirdan. In vain. You look like my sister... See that you do not suffer the same fate.Realizing that he would not wait for an answer, Miel clicked irritably and, turning around, solemnly said: I call you to witness. – L

When Tarham got close enough to see the expression in his eyes, Liramel felt something burning her skin under her shirt, in the area of ​​her solar plexus. Lowering her eyes and seeing a speck of light breaking through the fabric, she frowned in surprise and hurriedly covered it with her palm. In the meantime, enough curious people had already gathered around, and Lyramel calmed down a bit, feeling more confident. - Greetings, gentlemen advisers! Deciding to act proactively, she took three small steps towards the priests. “And you, dear cousin!” Glad to see everyone in good health. After giving her an appraising look, Paraman nodded dryly and looked inquiringly at Lafast:“I heard, General, that your people found Hyde during the night. Is this true or another encouraging rumor?“Not encouraging, Your Highness,” the general replied. “Your cousin passed away half an hour ago. My condolences.“And mine,” echoed Tarham. “A heavy loss for Rod.“Undoubtedly,” Lyramel replied seriousl

The rain stopped, but black clouds turned the day into night. Yakir could barely make out the warriors standing nearby. It was already three hours since they were sitting at the tent. Lightning flashed less and less often - the thunderstorm went to the southwest of the Kingdom. To the left, somewhere in the steppe, now and then rare lights flickered: doctors, together with the soldiers of Tyr, helped the wounded - both their own and others. According to Olon, who, having brought meat and bread, briefly reported on the losses, they had to manage before morning. “We set up tents right on the field,” the officer said. - The princess sent several herbalists and women to help. There are many wounded, Your Highness - more than those killed. I'm afraid we'll have to be delayed: many are in serious condition, they can't be transported. "Okay," Christian said quietly. - Keep me informed. Rising, Yakir threw back his wet hood and looked searchingly at Olon. - What about the Council? - he