«I dont need your revelations, kid,» the stranger shook his head, narrowing his eyes slyly. Nobody sent damage to you. This is self-hypnosis. This castle is not broken, it is simply not completed. Its construction should be completed by those who started. Do they just want it? The anomaly will not stop here, it will increase every day. I see that you are an immaculate soul. I am ready to help you.
«I didnt ask for your help, old man. Svurt drew attention to the woman, carefully examining her gold ring. Did she swallow her tongue?
Shes wild. Crazy. Doesnt know the Nahmau language. I took it away from a bear on the river bank as a baby.
Too sexy for a savage. How old is she? She is well-groomed like from a wealthy family, dont powder my head.
«Okay, just kidding, this is my cousin,» he glanced at her with his eyes. The woman was distracted and looked at her fellow tribesman, then at Selim. Proudly lifting her head, coquettishly approaching the grate, she slowly licked a thick iron bar along the way. Then, she approached Svurt as close as possible, pressing her whole body against the pipes:
WOF WOF!! She growled unexpectedly loudly. Frightened, the young man jumped back, reflexively, placing his hand on the hilt of his dagger. The woman laughed. «He seems to like me,» she said to her brother.
What are you doing? the wanderer pushed her back slightly. In fact, she has an injury. Seventeen years ago, she was brutally raped by barbarians from the west. She was no longer a virgin, but one of the best girls of the tribe, it was hard not to notice her. Burning our village to the ground, the soldiers fished it out, tore up her clothes, and began to mock her. Then their commander came and dispersed them. Delighted, she thanked him. But, in vain. He took her to the house and raped her too. However, its good that our man was there, hiding behind the wall. With a stab in the back, he stabbed the leader of these bastards. As it turned out later, he was a major military leader. After his death, the invading army turned back, and since then did not set foot on our lands for a long time.
This, of course, is very interesting, but let him first let us out, then continue to tell your stories, the girl interrupted him with a serious look, apparently not wanting him to talk about her.
«Seventeen years ago, was she no longer a virgin? So how old are you now? in bewilderment, Selim approached again. «She looks twenty years old.
«She is eleven years older than me. Im twenty-three, shes thirty-four. Our tribe is very small. Just a few families. Due to constant incest, hormonal failure occurred in our family. For the third generation, we suffer from Progeria. But Carneys disease somehow worked in the opposite direction. Now she is the oldest representative of our people. On average, we live twenty-five to twenty-seven years. If were lucky, well live to be thirty. It looks like it will be about ninety years old. But I no longer worry about death. I managed to recover. And, I wont grow old anymore. The mutation of genes affected not only in the negative direction. It also influenced intelligence, the way of thinking. During my not very long life, I have created a great many useful things to which you have to go for thousands of years. But, the main thing is not even that. I am standing now, communicating with you through this cage, but I can easily get out of here. And, with a snap of your finger, destroy this whole castle. As he speaks, Karnay grabbed the smooth iron pipe of the grating with one hand and began to rub it with quick movements. With her other hand, she slowly lifted her dress from the side of her hip. Her slender legs made the prince pay attention to them. Above the knees, she is wearing black ribbons embroidered with patterns, like stockings, tight-fitting legs. She fiddled with her eyebrows and pulled her lips slightly, making them plump. Her face is smooth, natural. No makeup and wavy hair styled at the back secured with a white comb.
Are you flirting with me? unable to bear it, said Selim.
Me not! the girl quickly cut off her hands, standing in the starting position.
Let them out! Svurt turned to the guard. One of the knights approached the stone partition between the chambers and pressed on one of the bricks, then on the other, just below and to the right of the first. And then, he pulled out the third, leftmost, top brick. Something clicked, and the iron bars, one by one, quickly rooted into the ground. What is your name, wanderer? Finally he asked the name of the gray-haired man in the caftan.
«Call me Grul.» Smiling, he walked out into a narrow street, his sister following him.
I have no time to talk more with you. You say you can help remove the curse from the castle and forests. So come on, help, or you are a crook posing as a great sorcerer.
«If Im a swindler, how can you explain this?» He thrust his hand into his silk caftan and pulled out a large book, trimmed with red fringe. With silver upholstery around the edges and a convex blue planet in the middle. The entire cover of the book consisted of three-dimensional mathematical figures. This is a book without a title. I have three copies. One I can give to you. But, there is a small problem. It is written in the most difficult language, Gomeropoles, of my little tribe. It is a dynamic language and the words are not static here. But, whoever understands the text, the reward will be generous. He opened the book somewhere in the middle, slowly leafing through thick, wonderful pages, as if made of transparent plastic or barely bending silicone. The embossed gold letters were very small but legible. The text is really very strange. It was immediately apparent that the symbols were scattered chaotically. Either they rolled into a spiral in circles, or they were arranged in straight lines, self-intersecting rows and columns at different angles. Otherwise, nothing surprising, just unfamiliar hieroglyphs.
Survival instructions? Or the philosophy of the gods? With irony he stretched out his hand for the book. Whatever nonsense is written there, I like the way it is sewn. Colorfully, elegantly. We did our best. Taking the book in his hands, he patted it hard. «Ill put it on the shelf in the throne room in my round wine rack. I will show drunken priests and governors on holidays. Are there any pictures?
Frowning with a serious face, Carney stood right in front of him.
Hey, if you dont need this book, pass it on to someone who is interested in it. If you knew what information is there, you would create a whole library of copies of this text.
«Its strange that you speak Nahmout so clearly, and your friends accent. With a light breath of wind, Svurt smelled her hair. He was so pleasant that he was remembered forever. Lets go to my nearest location. Ill feed you well and ask you a couple of questions. If the answers satisfy me, the guards will lead you out of the city; if not, I will be your evil judge.
«Interesting suggestion,» Grul raised his hands. Of course, lets go.
Arriving at the royal chambers, a gray, stone structure, with a glazed mosaic roof, and jutting out sharp towers of an iron frame. They silently looked around. The damp, cold room does not delight the guests. An oval lacquered table in the middle caught the attention of the gray-haired sage. This table is built in the style of a huge egg splitting across. One half of the egg is a table, and the other, suspended from the ceiling with thick chains, is a chandelier. A glossy white table and a similar chandelier with glowing blue veins outside and kerosene lamps inside.
«Its strange that you speak Nahmout so clearly, and your friends accent. With a light breath of wind, Svurt smelled her hair. He was so pleasant that he was remembered forever. Lets go to my nearest location. Ill feed you well and ask you a couple of questions. If the answers satisfy me, the guards will lead you out of the city; if not, I will be your evil judge.
«Interesting suggestion,» Grul raised his hands. Of course, lets go.
Arriving at the royal chambers, a gray, stone structure, with a glazed mosaic roof, and jutting out sharp towers of an iron frame. They silently looked around. The damp, cold room does not delight the guests. An oval lacquered table in the middle caught the attention of the gray-haired sage. This table is built in the style of a huge egg splitting across. One half of the egg is a table, and the other, suspended from the ceiling with thick chains, is a chandelier. A glossy white table and a similar chandelier with glowing blue veins outside and kerosene lamps inside.
Ergonomic. You have a delicate taste, the wanderer turned again in search of a chair. I appreciated this chip with the shell of a huge lizard. Is this one of your fathers trophies?
«Dont talk about my father. He may have died. The room was not designed by us. The castle is as old as the world. This table has been standing here even before the beginning of time. Selim went point-blank to the table, and the floor beneath him fell slightly. Some green thing rose with a crash right behind. It turned out to be a pull-out chair, with a pointed, petal-shaped back. Without saying anything, Carney repeated the trick, stepping on the lever tile next to her, and settled herself comfortably in the chair. A couple of minutes later, a servant rushed into the hall. Waiters set a full table by forcing it with decorative crockery. In each container, there were different dishes. Minuscule portions, about two teaspoons in size, are neatly laid out in the middle of the plates. The wine decanters were full, but the glasses were almost empty.
«Funny,» Grul took out of his pocket a round thing the size of two of his fists and, also going up to the table, rolled it straight in the direction of Svurt. He abruptly slammed the oval ball with his palm, stopping it at the very edge of the table. Then he raised it right before his eyes. There was a toy in his hand. A transparent egg, with a metal partition inside, on bearings and a pile of sand.
What is it? in bewilderment he twirls the trinket. Then, looking closely, his eyes slowly bulged in surprise. Inside the glass egg, across there was a partition with small holes in a circle. On the hinges, when the oval was rotated around one axis, it retained its horizontal position. Sand poured into these little crevices. It poured up and stuck to the top of the oval, as if it were magnetized. From one container to another. Also in the lower part of the box, the sand stuck to the partition, and did not lie at all at the bottom, at the bottom.
This is a clock, calmly speaking, the wanderer leaned on the table with both hands. Just an hourglass. Consider this a gift. I know you will be looking for a catch, but there is none. Time inside this form goes in the opposite direction. Svurt silently put this thing on the table and continued to look until the remaining sand completely adhered to the upper wall of the vessel. Then, he turned the egg over, and the yellow dust continued to pour from bottom to top. This clock works in a hundred-fold frame of reference. A primitive device that contains an entire universe. An exact copy of ours.
How can there be a universe in the sand? Selim grimaced incredulously. Even on a reduced scale, it cannot have such an absurd shape and composition.
As much as you can. If you break the shell, this sand will simply fly into space and take positions in space opposite to those of matter. For us, it is not real. What you see is the broadcast of the sand dust that is actually there.
Here are the cases. I will definitely keep this curiosity. He got up from the chair, which abruptly slid into the stone floor and began to pace around the empty, gloomy hall, the light into which barely penetrated, through the high, but narrow and dull windows. Removing a beautiful ring from his little finger, with his own engraved surname, covered with purple diamonds in a circle, and protruding crystals that emphasize volume, he approached the girl:
Take it, this is my gift. More modest than yours, but he is dear to me.
The name ring of the rulers of Shelber, she raised the ring up to the light, aloud, slowly reading the inscription.
«I see you like wearing rings. Well, add one more to your collection and accept the offer to become my wife. The woman smiled broadly and was surprised at the same time. Looking at her brother, she laughed out loud. He looked at her seriously, and it is clear that he too was holding back a smile.
Whats so funny? the young man could not resist.
If you want to marry me, give me the ring that you have on your other hand. Svurt raised his left hand, clenching it into a fist. On his ring finger, an even more beautiful ring flaunts. It is completely transparent, with moving shining grains inside. If you enlarge it greatly, you will notice that these are not just sparkles floating in some kind of solution, these particles had certain shapes of objects and different inscriptions.
«No,» Selim dropped his hand. This is the ring of the great Lafar Veia, and it will remain with me forever, as I promised him. But apart from that, I can give you almost anything.
Very grateful. I need a seed, not a husband, «she replied calmly. My heart has been occupied by my brother for a long time, Im sorry.
Then why dont you create an artificial fruit with your own capabilities? Selim grinned, moving the dishes and sitting on the table.
Because my DNA code, in combination with the DNA of a healthy person, can give a new perfect look, much faster than doing it by the method of selection. Having drunk wine from two glasses at once, she carefully got up from the chair, which also automatically slid into the floor. And I will not go anywhere from here until you help me, Grasping the man by the neck, she pulled him off the table, she sat down in his place, she spread her legs, showing her white panties.
Enough, Svurt turned away. I wont do it here. Moreover, with him.
It wont hurt. I see you want it. In our tribe, sex necessarily takes place in front of witnesses, so that everyone knows whose child will be born.
«But, Im not in your tribe. And you cannot use me in your dirty deeds. Remember, not one woman in the world, and not one man, will decide who I should inseminate and who not. My father, could not force me to marry not one of twenty concubines, but you so simply decided to take advantage of my pure Nahmaut blood and run away. The woman jumped off the table, grabbing Selims hand, put it on her chest. Svurt felt that he had fallen in love with her, and struggled with the temptation. Passionately kissing her, he pushed the girl away from him so hard that she even fell and took out his sparkling sword.
Run while you are alive. Jumping over the table, Selim in a rage, with one blow of the sword, cut off the chain on which the chandelier hung. She fell with a crash on the table, and the egg seemed to slam shut. Crawling back, the girl seemed to be numb from what she saw.