«Stop,» said an unknown voice. A strange man in a long robe and draped hood, he himself went to meet the prince. «Please dont kill us,» a male voice continues with an unfamiliar accent.
Come on out of here quickly. So I can see you! raising his hands, palms forward, the stranger went out to his comrades. You too! he waved the crossbow, taking aim at the second, in the same robe, a man. You are lucky that you nahmau, stopping behind them, Svurt lowered his weapon. «Otherwise, I would immediately kill you like wild animals. And so, you will live to see tomorrow. Tomorrow you will be sentenced to death for crossing the forbidden territory of Shelber.
But, we did not know that these territories are closed. There are no markings or fences here.
Dont be smart! Dolmi, Selims cousin, approached him point-blank. On him, a similar miracle of armor was already deployed, with strongly protruding shoulders and covering completely the body and even part of the head. Everyone in the district knows where you can walk and where you cant meddle! Even if you are foreigners, this does not absolve you of responsibility. And take off your hood when Im talking to you! Before you there are five heirs of two kingdoms, spoiled!
«I beg your pardon if I seemed rude,» the stranger removed his cape from his head. The second, behind him, also showed a face. It was a woman, young or not, in the dark it is not clear. It can only be seen that she is thin. The man is noticeably mature, also thin, but rather tall, strong and wiry. Can easily be dangerous. «I was looking for my sister,» the stranger began to make excuses. «We are heading from Eridu to Jericha with an educational mission. Also, we need the seed of a healthy man to fertilize my sister. Her years are passing, and we need a continuation of the family.
Show your little sister closer, the bearded man grinned, maybe I can render her such a service.
Well see. She is very tired now. During the last rest, she went to pick mushrooms and lost her way. I was looking for her all day and we, just recently, met here.
«Sounds believable,» the bearded man sniffed.
Did you walk the mushroom trails? Svurt looks from under his brows, frowning. There are no edible mushrooms here. There is only death. Alluring and frightening.
Thats it. What kind of mission do you have, «Seth asks without much curiosity. Judging by this, there is nothing to teach us, since you went west to the Jews. The path is not close, of course, and how much do they pay you?
We dont need a fee. Its free. This is charity.
No, well, have you heard this beggar? Hora laughed. Look at yourself. Well, what an idiot you have to be to walk barefoot half the world and not ask for a penny.
«Take them to the horses,» Selim said calmly to Set. Now we will take them to the castle, and tomorrow morning, I will personally talk to them. If they dont lie, I will let them go. If they lied, then I will publicly feed them to my beloved lions. And I will go while I check if they have awakened the evil sleeping with eternal sleep in the forest of the dead, a couple of kilometers north of this thicket. Dont wait for me.
What are you talking about? Hora approached him in bewilderment. «Recently, you said not to call your forest damned, but now you declare that evil lurks there.
Keep it simple, buddy. I just went to shit.
Laughing at their friend, the men moved towards the river, taking with them two strangers. There, their horses and tent were standing by the fire. The princes treated the prisoners not like criminals, but with respect and understanding. This was affected by their good upbringing. Early in the morning, when the first rays of the sun had not yet passed through the walls of the majestic castle. The son of King Shadakh young Selim, temporarily replacing his father, the ruler of Shelber, while he went on a campaign, with his retinue turned into narrow streets between giant towers. People who got in his way fell to their knees, or simply covered their faces with their hands, not believing their eyes. One of his stern, elegant appearance discouraged those around him. As if from the future, its protective frame shone in different colors. Stopping at a long stone wall, he exponentially clenched his fist, raised hand, signaling his bodyguards the invulnerable guards Shadakh, to stop. Approaching the thick bars of the iron grating, he raised one eyebrow in bewilderment and grinned.
Who put you here? he asks two strangers in torn dresses, sleeping on top of each other in an embrace.
My lord, came from behind a pleasant, clear intonation of one of the guards, in fantastically beautiful, silver-blue armor made of incomprehensible material. Maybe you need the ones in the next cell? He asked in a quiet, ringing voice. Slowly, approaching the next cage, Svurt froze in bewilderment:
«No, they werent dressed like that,» he said.
But, over the past day, only two street cameras were occupied. Those brought by your brothers were seated here.
«Yes, yes, my lord. He speaks correctly. A man of about fifty came up to the fence. He is wearing expensive clothes. A blue checkered caftan, like a short cloak, with a slit in the back, yellow patterns and stripes on the chest. Shiny, jeweled shoes with elongated, pointed toes. A woman in a white short dress with an unbuttoned collar came up with him. She was not just thin, as it seemed yesterday, but very slim and curvy. On her feet are very strange white shoes made of solid fabric. They were high-soled sneakers with red laces. Your hotel is so-so, the stranger smiled. But, Ive been to places and worse. «Only now, by his voice, did Selim recognize him as yesterdays wanderer. Once again, carefully examining the prisoners from head to toe, he turned in displeasure to his guard:
Who changed them? And for what?
They will not give you an answer to this question, my young boy, the wanderer took hold of the bars with both hands. How much time is left before the verdict? He stroked his short gray hair with his right hand.
I dont know. Maybe you wont have a verdict.
This castle, the wanderer with admiration examines the blurry buildings seen in the distance, fused with each other. It was not built by you.
«How do you know,» Svurt came close to him.
Oh, I know everything. This castle was not built by people. He raised his head contentedly. Yesterday you were so excited when I said that we were picking mushrooms. And when everyone was gone, you went to check if we had picked at least one fungus. I know why entry into that forest is prohibited. Its not all right there and you know it. You have too many secrets, and if ordinary nahmau find out about them, Shelbers power will fall.
A curse was sent to our castle. Every year, it collapses on its own. And every year we restore it. Over and over again, my grandfather and my father have lived here their whole lives. They could not understand this pattern. Towers bend and change their shape. We consider this to be the curse of the Osiris from North Africa and Jericha (a city in Israel on the site of the future Jericho). My grandfather and father slaughtered these peoples with particular fury. Like the barbarians, they went on military campaigns and conquered distant lands for the purpose of profit. My grandfather did not return from one of these trips to the east. He died about sixteen years ago. My father should have returned from the west a month ago, but there is no news of him. The innocent Sumerian peoples whom they made to suffer by enslaving them. The rebellious Sabarian peoples, which almost completely died out due to the cruelty and oppression of the Nahmaut kings. We call them monkeys, savages. But, they are not as stupid as they seem. They have bewitched us and the Rohvem Valley. I have no idea how to remove this corruption, but I will do everything to atone for the guilt of the nahmau before other peoples.