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Reapers Of Suffering 11
It was damp and semi-dark in the cramped dugout. A splinter fumed, illuminating the wretched decoration: several shops and a hearth, near which children played on a tattered skin. Three kids were busy with bast dolls, talking softly in different voices. A young woman, sitting by a dimly lit light, was spinning yarn. She had a pale, haggard face and long hair tied into two braids. The door slammed. From the draft, the amulets suspended from the mother rattled, knocking against each other. Old wooden ones have long lost their protective power and left them only as a memory ... a memory of protection, of a calm, well-fed life. The spinner tossed her head. Fear froze in his dark eyes. A man descended into the dugout. He was short, but broad-shouldered, and dressed in the same way - poorly, almost beggarly. "Get ready," said the newcomer. The inhabitant of the miserable dwelling got up from the bench, dropping the spindle and looking at the man with plaintive doom: - Again? - Necess
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Eilish looked out the narrow window, hoping the warmth of the sun would dispel her dark thoughts. No. Instead, she saw an awkward guy dressed in a gray dress being tied to a punishment post down in the courtyard. From sorcerers. To know, or Lashta, or Donatos are fierce. Now they will flog, like a couple of weeks ago Lesan. Until now, the healer remembered the merciless whistle of the whip, the swelling furrows on the white back and the way the half-naked body wriggled ... And then at night the young doctor, struggling with tears, nursed her friend. Kleskh forbade going to healers. Said it would be better remembered. Where is it! She would have screamed out loud if Tamir hadn’t guessed to put a canvas folded four times into her teeth, and she almost gnawed that one too. How she cursed the hard-hearted kref Eilish that he forbade Darom to relieve pain! But all the same, she could not resist: easily, without touching the mutilated skin, she ran her hands, sending through the body of a
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Tamir climbed from the cellars of the Citadel to the upper tiers. His head was buzzing, and from temple to temple flew a deaf and booming: “Knock. Here! TUK! The pain throbbed, pressed on the eyes, responded in the back of the head. And so it was every time. After every lesson. It was as if witchcraft was pulling the life force out of the guy, giving in return only dizziness and nausea.Left behind are the turns of the teaching, which brought, in addition to the current suffering, knowledge of how to put to rest a rising baby.And ahead was still a meeting with Lesana’s kref, foreshadowing the throwing of a knife at a target, and a lesson with Ailish’s mentor, who today threatened to ask in which decoction the wolfberries are suitable for medicinal purposes, and in which they are plotted to death.Interestingly, Eilisha knows that healers can not only heal, but also take life? This thought, inadvertently coming into the sick head, terrified. Tamir could not imagine his beloved doing b
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“You and Lesana have gone wild here,” Tamir shook his head. Nothing, but I remember. Let's wait for our warrior - you will be happy. The main thing is to sneak to the place unnoticed. - What if they get caught? Look, Febr does not take his eyes off Lesanka, like a kite is watching, - Eilisha was frightened. - They won't get caught. We quietly, after the evening, when everyone has gone to bed. - And where to? Her eyes lit up with curiosity. “I won’t tell you,” Tamir smiled and carefully removed a wavy strand from his high, clean forehead. - Be patient until the night, since Velik day missed. The healer looked down, and then snorted: - It hurts! But he saw how her curiosity consumed her. And that made it fun. “I wish Lesana would come soon,” Eilisha sighed and bent over the scroll again, hoping to pass the time by studying and bring the evening closer. However, the young doctor lied to herself. She didn't want her friend back. Suddenly realizing this, the girl was ashamed of he
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Donatos found himself in the yard, where he talked with a red-haired healer, whose name Tamir, no matter how hard he tried, could not remember. However, the young novice did not give a damn about this and began to frequent, barely abreast of the krefs: "Master, I'm not a sorcerer!" That cannot be! The watchman looked at the learner with squeamish pity and turned back to his interlocutor, only throwing a careless over his shoulder: - Change your clothes. But the novice did not want to retreat so easily. - Well, what a charmer of me! he shouted desperately. “Not a spellweaver, but a bow tie,” the kref corrected indifferently, “remember this firmly.” Spellweavers at fancy fairs show fools like you and sell weed to women to poison the fruit. And the guards are those who block the way for the dead and give rest to those who walk. Once again I hear that you are interfering with our craft with a buffoon business, I will tear out my tongue. Tamir shuddered, but did not stop stubbornnes
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- You are clueless. And you talk like you have a mind. When cattle are driven with a twig, they want to save it so that it does not fall into a ravine or is not strayed from the herd. So are you. Saved from unnecessary pain. Now it's hard, then it'll be easy. She clenched her fists. - Easy? What is easy? Live like a wolf? Take money for protection and amulets? The mentor's eyes narrowed. - When did you see the burned villages? The girl's heart skipped a beat. She only heard about the devoured villages, and from some stories she became sick. If a small village did not have enough money for a talisman, if a flock of Walkers started up nearby, then ... - No, I didn’t see it ... so what? Why not save people? If they don't have money, let them die like dogs? “Lesana,” a threat was heard in Kleskh’s voice for the first time, “you can’t save everyone. Remember this. - Can! Can be saved! I will never pass by if someone is in need, I... She did not have time to finish - cold fingers s
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Leaf a day - the average month of autumn - this year stood out with severe frosts. Standing on the outskirts of the old buoy, Tamir absentmindedly watched the voracious waxwings feast on frozen mountain ash. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked down at his feet. There, at the bottom of the freshly dug grave, Donatos was preparing for the ceremony. Here he took out a knife from his belt and began to draw a continuous line on the turf walls, pronouncing the words of the spell. When the line converged and the circle closed, the sorcerer cut his left palm with the same blade soiled in the ground, sprinkled the pit with blood and quietly began to read a conspiracy that closed the path to the world of the living for the dead. The words of repose sounded measuredly, the birds quarreling over a large bunch of berries shouted, a pregnant woman sobbed muffledly in the distance, covering her face swollen with tears with a corner of the cover. On the sides of the mother huddled two sobbing boys in
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One night, Donatos brought Tamir to the casemates of the Citadel. I must say that as the fortress itself ascended, so did its dungeons - the lower tiers - go down. The basement was closest to the surface, where there were soapboxes and Nurlisa lived. There were also stocks of canvases, old, worn clothes, which were boiled, boiled and used for bandages or other needs. Under the cellars there was an underground - mortuary and mortuary. At first, Tamir was confused, but then he realized that the corpses of those walking were kept in the dead. In the mortuary - dead people, whose bodies were first of all needed for the study of healers. But already under the dead and dead were casemates. The lowest tier of the Citadel was deaf and cold. Silence always reigned here, there was a smell of stone and prel, and the realization that there were dozens of cubits of earth and stone above your head made it difficult to speak loudly. The casemate was nothing more than a long, long corridor with du
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