To the mermaid, the people themselves line up. And it does not depend on anyone's will. If only because it can easily impose its will.

- I am glad that we understand each other. But to you, this, I will say right away, is not given. But from Bozhena would make a mermaid such that uh! And therefore we have concluded a contract with her. If I make it a mermaid, it serves me for ten years. If this does not happen - I told her.

Aineuke smiled. She took a deep breath, straightening her shoulders.

“Bozena, my happiness,” she said. - Let this toad let go of the sorcerer, pouring out the silver, and we will go home.

The spirit is uncomprehending, with some disappointment stared at her.

“You seemed such a smart girl,” he said.

- What's wrong? Bozena is not much like a mermaid. Although the sight you gave her back. She must have wrapped her finger around you, and now you should ...

The boy winked at her. And this Aine didn’t like this grimace.

- True, this sly ass fooled me. There is one thing ... however, you don’t need to know about him ... it’s important for you to know that she doesn’t need silver at all. She immediately wanted to become a magician! I wanted to rule! Do you understand? You have been deceived.

Aineke shrugged. Fear has receded. His place took almost crazy fun.

- And what do you care? We will solve this question somehow. Come on. Do it with a magician.

Bozena gently pressed against her elbow.

- I cant.

- Do not fool us heads. You can - you can not, not our problems. Find someone who can ...

Aineke involuntarily looked at Iskora. He grinned sadly.

“I cannot fail to execute the order,” repeated the boy. - This is tantamount to death. I said where to look for someone who can. And here he is, our hero!

Magus wearily closed his eyes.

- Unfortunately for all the intrigues gathered here, it is not in my power. It is in anyone's power from the living, Bozhena. You can talk.

The girl went forward. I looked at the mark.

“But ... Iskor,” she murmured. - I really need.

- What for?

Bozena sighed.

- I will make the world a better place. The slave said you were not born ... like that.

“True,” Iskor smiled, “I visited Navi.” All the young magi have been there. What is "Nav", you saw a memorable morning. But remember, you have not seen even a little bit of the whole nightmare. After you go down there alive, you will need to earn the right to be ... mmm ... magician. And come back. Alive. The last is probably the most difficult.

Bozena stood, thinking. Fingers pulling a scythe.

- Good. I'm ready.

“Not ready,” grunted. - No one is ready for this. Moreover, “such” will never happen again. Believe me.

“He,” the giggle giggled, “with his own hand nailed the one who knew the secret.” How to live immersed in Nav. And even if you ordered me to rush in there, and bring Niel, I would rush. But he did not lead anyone, and he died stupidly. Because mavki do not fall into Nav. They just die. And that's all. Give me freedom, and we will break up with the world.

Bozena shook her head - a thick braid lashed her thighs.

- Dreaming. Now I have a Magus. Together we will think of something, and you will be a sweetheart. Do everything I say. So?

The spirit nastily smiled.

“If you don't let me go,” he purred. - I will kill your wise man.

The little hand clenched into a fist. Sparkles hissed like newly-bronzed snakes hissed.

- I order him to let go! - shouted Bozhena.

But the spirit continued to smile. And he was obviously not going to let go of the sorcerer.

“He attacked you,” the girl said hopelessly. She turned to Aina, and quickly - quickly rattled: - We agreed that the Toad can protect itself from everyone except the hostess. Aine, you are a clever, think up ...

“Let me go, or I'll kill your sorcerer,” repeated the spirit with pressure. - I give you time for three heartbeats, busty.

Bozena's face froze. She stared at her mother silently.

- Once ...

Spark jerked as a hare pulled into a trap.

- Two...

Aineke swung wide. A palm with cotton struck Bozen in the face.

- What are you, - hissed her, clutching at the collar of her dress. Rattled the fabric under her fingers, she went crazy ?!

- Good! - shouted the girl, involuntarily clutching at her cheek flushed before her eyes. - Let us go! Three! And you are free!

The spirit spread his hands wide. Smiled.

And gave a farewell bow.

******

A storm has happened.

Trees in the Black Forest cracked, bent to the ground. Rainstorm foamed water in the river, the wind raised the waves, taller than a man, and she overflowed. She took the boats carelessly abandoned on the shore, turned the big-bellied merchant barges upside down.

The mud boiled on the streets, the logs of the pavements parted.

Frequent flashes of lightning cut through the darkness — in the white splashes there was rain, a litter raised by hurricane, and the roofs of many houses torn apart by elements.

In the stables they laughed, hoofed frightened horses. Complaining mooed in the stalls of cattle.

Citizens hid in cellars and cages. They prayed, shuddering from the rumble of thunder creeping to the bone.

Jaw rampaged. But this rage could not be compared with another element - female rage. Its course and consequence had the misfortune to observe Spark. In the epicenter. The manor, where an ambitious blind girl named Bozhena spent her whole life.

And more precisely - the guest room.

- In all the world there is no lewd word, whatever you like! Bitch, trash, you son of a bitch! You dare sit here! Breathe the same air with me! Gnus! Vomit!

Furiously pounded in the windows of independent shutters. The cries of Bozena were drowning in a thick thunder shaking.

- Calm down, mummy ?! Yes, look at him, look! I swear, I will take the last one, but I will hire such murderers to get it out of Navi, at least from a ghoul's ass! Mark my words, Iskor to you ...

Thunder! Bolt! Horror.

Nav was lying in the corner with useless armor. Now, when the element of primordial fire reigns in the sky, it's better for dead people not to appear among the living.

Bozena walked around the hall, waving at the place where the log was found. She now and then approached the table - in these dangerous moments, Iskor was separated from the battering only a tub filled to the top with water. Magus did not lose face. He sat silently on his chest arms.

I admired the figure of a fair-haired woman — the fabric of the dress, wetted by a shower, quite contributed to this. Threw a peek at the woman. Bozena gave her a dry dress, but it didn’t fit, and therefore also hid a little.

The mistress herself did not have time to change clothes. Spark did not pull the cat by the tail, and dumped the truth on the unfortunate girls.

- Traitor! - shouted Bozhena. - Skoudome! Rapist! You are the fourth in the square, witchcraft will not help. ABOUT! See the gods, when you cut off the economy, I will laugh.

Iskor said nothing. The squares have not been quartered for two hundred years.

“If you shut up,” cried Mawka, “then maybe we will find out what he wants!” Not just the way he gave himself!

- Ho-oh-oh! Well, what does "he" want, eh?

“To sleep,” answered Spark honestly.

- Let go! Let me kill him!

Thunder rumbled. The shutters stopped knocking - they were blown off and blown away. Iskore was dozing.

- Magus! - Aineke pleaded, intercepting screaming Bozhena. - She will open your head! And I do not even think about stitching it. Why is this all about? And why did you bring this ghoul tub?

Iskor was silent.

Bozena sobbed.

- Aine! Let him go! Let it wash away the rain, thunder break. I do not want to see a bastard in the house.

“I'll leave,” answered Spark. - Right now, if you want. But when the thunder crumbles, a crowd of angry citizens will fill you. They will ask why, after your disappearance in the forest, it rumbled. And why then the city hit a hurricane. What do you answer them?

The girl covered her face with her palms. Down on the floor.

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