It should be so. And so it will be.
You like flowers. Maybe thats why you dream about them.
Its not just a flower. There is something attractive in him. There is something else in this dream that I cannot see. I feel someone. I dont know why, but it worries me very much.
Only then did Marianne feel how cold he was. Enough talking, its time to act.
The first thing he did was gather some branches and build a fire. But no matter how I tried to kindle it, nothing came of it. The ignited light was immediately extinguished. The air was humid and so were the branches.
Id better do it, said Mignis. Marianne ran down her hand to the tinder laid in the center of the branches. Marianne froze in amazement. Mignis again managed to surprise him. A fire broke out. Not a small spark or tongue, but immediately a large and bright red flame. Marianne drew his hand with the lighter away from the fire. Mignis instantly jumped onto her sleeve.
Great! Marianne sincerely admired. Do you still know how?
He hurried to put the branches in the fire, then sat down close to the fire and held out his palms.
Maybe I can, Mignis said happily, and then added: I love fire. I remember always lighting it up when I wanted to.
Having warmed up a little, Marianne and Mignis had breakfast with cheese sandwiches, washed down with water from a plastic bottle. And Marianne ate the chocolate bar with great pleasure. The mouse has given up its share. She didnt even smell him.
Mariannes mood rose, her strength increased. The pain in the muscles reminded of yesterdays journey.
Marianne took out his phone. As soon as I looked at him, against my will, I remembered Viator and his tragic death. Marianne unlocked the phone and looked at the screen. He made a zig-zag path, fixed on the map, and moved more east than north. Marianne tried to find Wolf Mountain or something similar. But here the card was powerless. The battery remained at thirty-three percent, and Marianne switched off the phone. The GPS application was constantly receiving signals from satellites, calculating coordinates and, therefore, consuming a lot of energy. And the charge must be saved, otherwise the phone will quickly become useless.
Marianne decided to better explore the lake. From the open ice, you can see everything in the area further. In the north, the forest went up there was a high hill. And to the northeast, the forest was barely visible at the very horizon. The smooth surface of the ice rushed there and hid behind the right bank, on which there were much fewer trees. The right, eastern bank was very close. Marianne walked on the ice and almost immediately not far from the shore on the flat surface of the ice he saw a blue spot unfrozen wormwood.
Coming closer, I noticed that the ice of the hole is uneven, knocked down by something hard at the edges. The ice is about thirty centimeters thick. And the polynya itself is a little less than a meter in diameter. Why such a large hole could be needed, Marianne did not know.
The lake was deep. The water seemed black and motionless, beckoning to itself with a serene charm. For a moment, Mariannes heart fluttered with magical peace.
Marianne filled one bottle with water. Now you dont have to melt the snow.
The water was not as cold as Marianne had expected. He took a few sips. Great taste as if from a spring. The surface of the water rippled. Large bubbles of gas from the depths disturbed the surface. Marianne leaned closer to the water, but saw nothing in its thinness.
He was worried that someone had cut this well in the ice and might come here again. It snowed yesterday, and all traces were covered with snow.
Marianne hurried back to the fire. The weakness still squeezed the muscles of the legs, but the closer the evening approached, the less the pain was. Marianne felt better and better and did not feel sleepy at all.
Do you think, Migny, Marianne said to his companion, is it a good idea to hit the road at night?
Mignis sat on the branch of a tree overhanging the fire, and dozed, inhaling the smell of smoke. But then she revived.
It is possible at night. If you walk along the coast in the same way, then it is even quieter at night. Its harder to see us at night.
Yes, thats right. But were heading north. Here the coast goes to the northeast. Well have to go through the forest. Have you heard of Wolf Mountain in the north?
I dont remember Mignis answered after a minute. Is there a big and warm house?
Yes, of course, thats exactly what Im going for. Look for protection in it. And he figured that he did not know anything about this place. Only the fact that they had to find refuge on Wolf Mountain, that there were people like him, not like ordinary people, but werewolves, inspired great hope. And that Mignis would like it there, Mariann had no doubt.
At night, so at night, said the mouse. Its up to you.
It will soon get dark. Lets wait a bit and go.
The wait was unbearably boring, but Marianne decided to rest his legs before the long journey.
New branches were required for the fire. The weather was good. Mignis also went with Marianne, sitting on his shoulder. She wanted to see the forest. Marianne got carried away collecting branches and went deeper from the parking lot than he expected. The fact is that he noticed a large old spruce, the branches of which hung low over the snow. Coming back, Marianne went straight ahead. He was approaching his fire from the opposite side when he saw
Mimarian! Squeaked Mignis. Look!
Traces! Fresh.
They were located above the parking lot, were sheltered from it by high snowdrifts, which protected the fire from the wind. Marianne dropped some of the collected branches, wanted to pick them up, but then caught himself and threw them away.
Mignis left her place on her left shoulder and climbed to the top of the hood.
Theres someone here. Traces left by man. A robber?
A small step, probably someone crept up and watched Marianne, did not come close, kept a distance. Then this unknown person went back on his own way. Marianne moved to the track of the footprints, looking around carefully. He thought of the knife and felt for it in his pocket. Who could it be? He was sure that he had left his pursuers and now scolded himself for being naive.
The tracks were large, shapeless. Of course, this observer was in snowshoes. And where did he go now? Maybe he left this place, or maybe he hid until dark in an ambush. Its not safe in the camp now. And there you need to return for a backpack and then run from here. Now Marianne was faced with a new choice: to return to the camp in the way in which he came here, or to follow the trail, see where they will lead him.
The first option seemed safer. If you follow other peoples tracks, there is a very high probability of coming face to face with an unknown observer. There was a third option, but it still did not seduce Marianne: go straight through the snowdrifts to the camp. Fortunately, the haze of the fire is visible. But then he will be caught between two fires. On the one hand, the enemy could enter the back, on the other hand, the same enemy could already be waiting in the camp or near it.
Marianne hastened to leave the way he had come, and, before picking up the backpack, decided to carefully study the situation around from afar. The branches he collected were left to lie in the snow and were striking. It came to Mariannes mind too late when he made a detour around the trees and turned around for the tenth time. In vain he did not sprinkle them with snow. He did not go back to them every minute was precious and hoped that the branches on the opposite side were not so noticeable.