Mystical Kiev and stories. V. Speys
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breathing evened out, was calm. During the day he opened his eyes, looked around and asked me in a weak voice:
– Where am I?
– You are at the smithy craftsmen Gavril, I’m his son. Nikolka my name. Our farm burned Tatars, were all killed. My father and the entire farm just stayed.
– Where’s the father?
– He’s gone to hunt, and told me to be near you.
– Where is my sword, bow, chain mail? – He moaned, trying to get up. – Give them to me, I want … – he did not finish, and fell on the skins, terrible pale eyes. I had thought that he was dead. But his shortness of breath, told me otherwise. I brought in a jug of spring water from a spring that close. I tried to drink wounded. Warrior drank greedily, then lapsed into unconsciousness. So I am lying, without regaining consciousness,
His father came to the evening. He appeared in a hut with a calf deer on his shoulders and with a crash threw the carcass on the earthen floor.
– Come on, Nikolka Kindle stove will fry the meat. And I still butchered calf. Liver that’s necessary wounded combatants, the liver is well strengthens forces. – My father has said something, but I was already in the court and returned to the hut with an armful of pine wood. A father butchered the carcass and removed a skin with a sharp knife. Nodding toward the patient asked:
– What about him? – I told him everything.
– Tomorrow I will try to talk. – Asked the father.
Tomorrow warrior opened his eyes again. His eyes clouded eye focused on the father.
– Who are you? – He asked.
– I, Gabriel, the blacksmith.
– Well, Gabriel, and I was thinking, you bear all the shaggy, overgrown, all eyes stick out. – The father paused, silent for a long time. Wounded tried to lean on his elbow, which would be better to see us, but could not, and fell to the skin, but did not lose consciousness. The father carefully examined it, and then asked: – Well, okay. Let us tell you who you are, how and why the forest to drag in a turbulent time?
– I’m the prince Onega; I traveled with a team in the city of Kiev to Svyatoslav. With me were two squad people. But the Tatars have already entered the castle, and we have seen and defeated. As you can see, I only managed to survive. With a shame I will not go back until I avenge atrocities Tatars damned. – Thanks again lapsed into unconsciousness. This was his last oblivion. Most of this has not happened to him.
Prince recovering. His wound was delayed, but he was still weak. We have become friends with him, used to go hunting. Collected wild honey, raspberries. One day, we ran into some people who were standing in the woods. They were dressed in rags, who hides. Each horse Tartar bows, homemade swords. Heard Slavic speech.
The prince could not resist and jumped into the clearing, in full view of the people. In an instant it was sent all six charged bows.
– I Onega Prince! I urge you to take revenge on the Avengers Tatars for our land destitute! – Forest people surrounded the prince. On the horse pulled them healthy as a bear, a man in a bearskin rug and boots. His bushy, black as pitch beard and long hair gave him a fierce look.
– Prince! – I turned fierce, without dismounting – You call us infidels to take revenge, because we already know and revenge. And when there is no Tatars nearby, so take rations from the rich, just such as you. But merely they do not agree, and solve them immediately without discrimination, who are infidels, and who is not.
– What did you also collect food robbery? On the gulls go, you can not avoid hard labor! I do cry of feat of arms on the battle for the land of Russ to become, and you know what? – He had shouted something to them, trying to shout a thunderous guffaw widespread, bearded men surrounding him. Suddenly the wild horse whinnied and reared. The passenger, who spoke with the Prince, could not resist and fell to the ground. The horse fell and crushed a track rider, snorting and emitting the spirit of them. The guy did not even gasped, he was dead. And then whistled on all sides of the boom. There was a heart-rending cry:
– Tatars!
Prince loudly ordered: – Everyone who hears me! – And immediately near the prince gathered the surviving bandits. A Prince, meanwhile, continued pulling out of its sheath killed a horse guy, sword – Who’s with me, that would be an amnesty for robbery. Who bows and arrows to take the defense, hide behind trees and beat the infidels. – Prince obeyed and carried out his commands. Tatar drove and won the squad. As it turned out, it was a volatile Tatar detachment of scouts, which consisted of a small group, usually six or twelve. They stumbled on forest robbers and made a stir. Except for one killed, no one was injured, another reason that the Tatars were good in the desert, in the woods, they did not know how to fight, and the forest people were in the woods at home. That result, Tara three infiltrators were shot, and the rest fled. After a successful fight gang forest people began to obey the prince, and he took command. And these formers Rogues it was an honor to serve under the command of Prince. It was decided to hunt down and attack the convoys and small reconnaissance detachments Tatars.
The father in the campaigns took me with him on our mare. He currently forge club and wielded it in battle, smashing the enemy’s sword as fragile dry branches on a pine tree. All mining dumped and dumped in a hut. What is there just was not. Carpets, beautiful golden cups, ornaments. Weapons, curved swords, bows, lances, arrows, expensive seat. Duke Squad is now like a motley clean the clothes obtained horsemen, numbering as many as a hundred people. Only Father did not wear a personal enemy. He wore a bearskin, went shaggy, unshaven and in his fierce battle was catching views on fear of the Tatars. Their horses shied sideways, snorting, took him for this bear. Father wore different clothes on me. So I had the blue silk trousers, a white coat, brocade belt, turban and shoes with curled toes. I began to resemble Tatar boy, so I did not fight took no boom nor Tatar saber. So we wandered through the forests. Prince constantly avenged violently killing ruthlessly cracking down on enemies. He once said that liberate Kiev from the Tatars, but you need to collect more and more people in the squad.
Once we started the night. The sun is still shining, though its rays were no longer bright and painted in a reddish tint. Unsaddled horses, herded into a pile. Only the father did not put our bay to the common herd. Bay has always been close to his father.
Tatars suddenly collided with the shouting and whooping, walking vigilantes started shooting. My father grabbed me, jumped on the mare and drove to the arboretum, but we noticed. Several riders rushed in pursuit. We soon ran out to a dilapidated guard tower. Father drove the horse there. He jumped inside and climbed the stairs to the top. I stayed in the saddle. Indescribable fear and disappointment came over me. How could a father to leave me? But after some time I understood. Wishing to save my life, he deliberately threw me to the Tatars took me by the prisoner, and that I was still alive. Father caught the enemy arrow, and he gave a hoarse groan, fell silent, hanging in breach of the tower. I was brought into the tent to himself an alibi. There was a ten-year-Alibey daughter. Her name was Liling. During her two grandmothers looked Galim and Fatima. They are now courted and me.
At first, I was silent. Silent for a long time and gradually all become accustomed to my silence. They began to consider me deaf. But I have heard and continued to perform their duties Liling live doll. Gradually, I became clear language and I already knew everything, and even unable to speak, but was afraid to give their origin. I was afraid that Alibei know my real origins and destroy me. We were sitting in a basket with Lily on the back of an elephant. Everywhere across the conflagration, burned farms, land devastated by the Tatars. Alibey riding on Arabian horses there and looked fondly at her daughter. Behind the elephant stretched his army. Troop Ali Bey returned to his distant Mongolia…
This boy interrupted his story. Beginners looking at the visitor from the distant past astonished eyes, not believing in the experience. But the experience with the