Book-1 Tir novella

Chapter 4

Since the visit of the President Arkii in Lakiyu went pretty a lot of time if you count the months, they will be typed exactly three with small. The king of all time was restless, thinking about each step, and by the end of that period he was ready for Action, with the content of which he was in a hurry familiarize Vick, and through him, and the other members of the Organizing Committee of the Union of the Armistice. Given the critical importance of the document, including the fact the future of the power of the state, its royal family, Laky decided to send a message to Vick his only son. Laky expecting him in his office, sitting at your desk, for the umpteenth time browsing the content of written material. The office door finally opened, and in walked a tall bodyguard marching in the form of black cloth sewn into a suit, a black beret, shoes and a belt, which was hanging on the right holster beamer.

– Your Highness, the Prince of Lakiya! – He boomed.

– Call! For bodyguard closed the door to re-open and let the high and slender young man in the uniform of an officer of honor. Vibrant, smart, steel-gray eyes stopped on the monarch.

Why called the father? – Confident baritone filled the room.

– Son, life gives us something that conquerors sought of all ages and defeated, because the world cannot win.

– Father, it’s quite extensively, and it seems to me, is far from today’s problems.

– You’re wrong. Tir, visit Vic predestined our future.

– That’s why you have humiliated dignity of the royal family and

personally met him.

– You are young, my son, and hot in the judgment, but the future belongs to you. And if you do not take care of him now, much as may be lost.

– Father, what should I do?

– There, behind the door, you’ll get a loyal person to me.

– What is this guard? – Asked with a grimace of disgust Prince, but seeing displeasure at the king’s face, he hastened to add: – However, he smelled of expensive toilet water.

– I would say so cautioned about strong men. Now them not so much.

– Well, to me they do not need. – Prince replied smugly.

– Son, you’re hot. At your age should not waste words the wind.

– I’m sorry, Father. – Respectfully bowed, said Tir. He respect for his father and was proud of him no less than the people of Lakiya.

– Well, enough. So, you’ll get a Dumar is my lieutenant personal protection.

– I have had time to notice.

– Please, listen to the end! – Patiently persuaded his father.

– Yes, Father. – Prince stood, ready to listen.

– Dumar will take you to the airport. There’s a plane waiting for you fully fueled. Flight in this Arkiyu never published, and It’s nothing nobody knows. So you try not to be seen either here or in Arkii. – Laky made emphasis on the last word, putting a deep sense of their significance. Tir knowing look made it clear to his father that he will fulfill all. The monarch went on:

– Handing Vick this message. You will wait response and instantly back.

– Yes, Father, I will do as you command.

– At the port you will meet Dumar and deliver me. Well, now come on.

Prince approached the edge of the table. Laky quickly traced something on a blank piece of paper. Tir read carefully, and then pulled centered view of the written and looked into the eyes monarch. They looked at each other, and in the view of each displayed boundless love, father and sons cautionary grateful. After that, the monarch gave him a bundle of papers tied with red twine bound huge printing. Prince took over the desk airtight capsule to deliver pneumatic tube and put back the package.

– Well, with God! As our ancestors. – Instruct Laky it.

– With God, Father! – Prince bowed, clicking his heels, turned on his heel and walked out of the office. Soon the gates of the palace went black armored limousine. The policeman on duty at the crossroads recognized in him a government car and distilled in hand cars and trucks. Those respectfully conceded the roadway rushing at breakneck speed, “the armored car.” Prince Lakiya liked to drive fast. Motor hummed softly. Behind the wheel, focusing on the road, sitting Dumar. Near the front Captain form a guard of honor sat Tir. Prince turned his head to the lieutenant carefully examined him speculatively, then asked: – What a strange name Dumar, where did you get it? – Mocking notes in the voice of a young captain seemed to be infuriated simple

Soldier. But the lieutenant was calm. Deadpan voice, he boomed: – It is an ancient word, symbol. In the transition from an old Fatani it sounds like a wise man, wise.

– What you are fond of the old days?

– What makes you think, Captain? – A question with a question boldly replied the lieutenant. Such treatment has enraged the young heir See, steel-gray eyes flashed lightning, but an act of will

Prince kept his anger. Only a contemptuous grimace of displeasure pursed his lips, but his thick black eyebrows climbed up and froze in place, turning the face into a mask of arrogance. He reluctantly turned away with dignity and with feigned curiosity watched the flickering of the glass windows. After thirty minutes they left the wide road leading to the airport…

– He does not have to fly! – Words like hot iron penetrated the ears, “hissing” dug in mind the listener.

– Mr. Advisor, and we are justified? – A pleasant baritone asked tall lean man wearing the captain of the palace guard, his red beret pulled off his forehead, and out of the impending

edges looked huge black eye to the hunched figure of the king’s vizier. Little mouse eyes, hooked over a huge nose and short arms with sleek white fingers, made him look like a huge rat, fumbling among the scattered business papers in a mess on the desktop. The similarity is complemented brown suit, who was dressed in a counselor, but gloom that prevailed in his office.

– Renee! – Crackling voice shouted in space adviser. Immediately opened front door of the office, and on the threshold appeared a servant in a long crimson livery and white gloves.

– Anything, Sir? – Insinuating voice like the rustling of leaves outside the window and asked the newcomer.

– Let the Tir.

Counselor filed keys. Footman went to the side door in the back office and rattling keys, unlocked the door. Through the open door came a young captain in dress uniform of honor. Middle of the room captain leaned forward, depicting on the face of extreme surprise.

– You, Tir? He exclaimed.

– Yes! – Calmly replied. – And please call me Prince Lakiya!

– Well, Ort? Exulted Advisor.

– But you have to be at the airport?

A striking resemblance to Tir introduced Orth confusion.

– And we’re going there now.

With that double looked expectantly at the vizier.

– Ort! – He turned to the captain! – Take him to a military airfield and send Arkiyu s. That aircraft, which through Twenty minutes will fly out of the airport, there should not fly.

– And what about … – Began Orth was in disarray. But the Counselor

interrupted:

– I do not like to repeat!

– Yes! – Orth clicked his heels, straightening up on the rack “Attention”.

– And you! – He said the false prince! – Follow him! – Nod head to turn on Orth.

– Got it will.

Self-assured tone faux-Tyr captain added confidence. He is firm steps toward the door.

When the door closed behind them, Counselor Renee beckoned closer to the table:

– Take these papers here. Here is what you should see in print in the event of failure of the operation.

– All done, Sir, how do you want! – Renee replied, a little bowing, and slipped out the door with documents in hand.

Chapter 5

Through the darkness of unconsciousness could hear the rustling slightly audible, but the howling of the wind, as if in early childhood, when, clinging to a warm fire, sat a small Tir, and the window was howling and throwing scraps of roofing hurricane. For a moment, Tir thought he was lying on the carpet in a hot fire in the palace. And there, at the bottom of the window, splashing cool water, squelching of marble edge of the pool. From these sounds and the howling of the wind in the chimney flue quietened heart so much that he even pain, spill hot war in my head, did not cause the desire to open his eyes. This pain with each heart beat insistently reminded something significant had happened to him. Finally swoon over. Tir remembered and emerged near his vehicle warplane unmarked suddenly fired on him. And it lightning fast, without waiting for the outcome ejected. From this lost consciousness, but instinctively, perhaps some subconscious feeling, caught a blast of his plane. And just down from the heights, under the cloth saving parachute recovered. He is remembered as a landed. How, shot down his opponent, met landed Tir humiliating smile the winner. He remembered how he rushed to his executioner with a passionate desire for revenge. As the enemy struck with lightning speed to clear the exhaust and intake automatism desert sand became Tir soft “carpet”. Pilot somewhere disappeared and only the memory of what had happened, gave herself a pain in the head unfortunate prince.

Tir opened his heavy eyelids. Catch sight of the yellow area sand. Grains of sand rustling of wind gusts, poppy seed fell on the body. Tyr looked up. Razor sharp pain ran into the brain, a swarm of sand suddenly shot up and gently touched his forehead. Tir delayed fall. Consciousness is no longer left him. Holding back, not to moan from harsh and unbearable pain in the neck, Tir, with effort, forced himself to lie on his right side. Then rose to his elbow. The area of sand now increased. View opened next dunes. Tyr looked around on all sides. Everywhere he was surrounded by a yellowish sediment. The sand was everywhere. Half-buried body of Tir was stirring on top of a small sand dune at the edge of the sloping slope, amidst a sea of giant hills of the desert. Tyr tried to get up, but there also has slid down to the bottom of the basin. Swaying from side to side as he tried to get up again. With difficulty he succeeded. Standing on his feet, he gradually came to himself. And when the forces returned to the weakened body, Tir discovered that there are no clothes except a loincloth from a piece of silk cloth tied Snort ling rough knot around his waist. He decided to climb to the top, where a small bobbin rustling sand raised by the wind. Became treacherous climb the slope of loose, leaving deep furrows of the arms and legs. But each time to the top left halfway, he was suddenly pulled down. Inexplicable fatigue thirst poured into every muscle, and Tir, utterly exhausted, sat down on the hot sand, waiting for the inevitable end. The rustle of sand, the wind howling at the top, now merged into Chant of a single fatality.

Tir heard singing, no matter succumbing to death waiting. Desert Song continued with each passing minute, getting louder and more intense. Tir suddenly felt the desire was retreat somewhere in memory, fatigue stretched behind him. This went on for a good elbow the way the shadows of the head of Tir, which moved along the sand. Tiredness suddenly gone, it seemed forever, giving way to desperately thirst for life. Tir furious on his feet. Feeling the rush of vitality,

He frantically rushed to the dune. No strength in it at the sand ridge. But the desert was too late. This time, Tir collapsed without feeling on top. When he came to, the sun was already concerned

horizon, fairly losing his hot light. In the evening it looked like the rays of Tir pathetic creature of nature. Dirty piece gray fabric a little touch of the body hanging on the hips. Those who are sentenced Prince Lakiya to a slow death of hell sands, took care of it, leaving nothing to wear.

Tir meanwhile touched myself, the skin does not have time to burn, said in a recent sunburn, abrasions and wounds were not. Only his head ached. Darkness was aching, reducible, a strong blow fell on her. To drive away the pain, Tir untied the knot, took off the bandage from the hips, then carefully wrapped the cloth head. From this head began to hurt less, and dried blood on the top of the head support is now not only the hair. This done, he began to look for the causes of what happened in concentration. Whined softly wind rustling grain on the tops of the dunes.

The sun has almost disappeared behind a solid line undulating sand. Day waning. In the air, there were the first signs of coolness coming with the setting sun. Howl disappeared a little sigh of wind

nearly fumbled the dirty mop of hair, stray from the bandage on his head and shoulders heaped grain, like salt. His head in his hands. Tir sat on the sand. Calm gradually

back to him. Finally, he drew attention to the bruise. His fingers gently groped clotted blood clot under the fabric, solid lump His fingers gently groped clotted blood clot under the fabric, glue together a solid lump of hair. The blow fell in passing that spared skull and saved Tir from death. A wave of anger swept over her mind. Shooting range on his feet, the sand immediately embraced gently feet to the ankles.

– Can you hear me, scorching hell! I, Crown Prince of Lakiya, Tir, challenge you! – Pompously he shouted. Own voice gave strength. Evening coolness cheered, cool hot body. He threw back his voice. A myriad of stars shining in the night sky, beckoning bright like neon light dots.

He found among them the North Star and their bearings for her, moved to the West…

Deserted, teasing, eye-catching to Tir, the seventh day of the journey. The day that was carrying on his shoulders the hot muzzle of the Sun. Except the sun did not seem to be around, it displaced the air, cold night life. Now the main thing – to find a shelter to wait for the desired pm and again go under the cold starlight night. But where in the wilderness will find at least a piece of shade when the sun is everywhere. Even animals do not know the rest and deeply buried in quicksand.

On the first day of the journey Tir followed the example of the desert and nearly suffocated in his sandy-haven hole. He was saved small grove of Saksaulov. Tir from last forces scored parched twigs, a tent was made, the shadow attained at. Now on his way West was in search of such groves. Until that time, he was lucky, and here today in front of tired eyes stretched boundless waves

dunes. Tyr took a deep breath, the sun has not yet reached its hot zenith, there was still time. Desert, tropics, hot during the day and cold at night, made it possible to cool the remains trapped at a shallow depth of sand dunes. If, to burrow into the sand on the shady side, you can wait until the evening, when the sun will bow to a close and touch the coolness of grains of sand can go the road. And Tir was burrowing into the sand. As can be deeper, as can be farther away from the deadly rays of radiant shine. He rowed his hands almost hot sand, getting the coveted coolness, and his hands would not obey. Fatigue squeezed the breath. Grains of sand, salt bitterness, crunched on the teeth, draining moisture from the remnants of cracked rough tongue swollen and bleeding lips. When the dune slope was a small step. Tir bandage wrapped from head to protect the nose and mouth from the sand. Then he began to dig into the dune until a thick layer of sand is not cold hid the body. “If you do not stay alive, here is my grave.” – He thought in those terrible moments. Buried alive, it does not reappear. Still, life is still warm in the body, it was shivering, like heat, which means he’s still alive. Heat it. First gradually, with an incredibly creepy slow, it drives away the cold, growing to unbearable heat… As the day ended, Tir did not remember. By the fact

it returned the cold. He fueled the pitiful remnants of the forces that made awaken consciousness. Tir got outside. He was shaking from the cold. Reigned around the darkness of the night, only stars twinkle in the sky, always inviting, giving hope. Looking at the North Star, Tir moved on. His journey is endless agonizing climbs on loose and rolling down the slopes. When the moon is sharp horn of the village on the horizon, the edge of the sky at East erupted. The stars that twinkled merrily, suddenly faded, and have gathered off the night sky. Suddenly he heard a woman crying is far from clear, as if someone desperately shouting or calling for help. His heart beat in his chest. Tir, gathered his strength, rushed to where the voice was coming. He overcame three small sand dune. At the top of the fourth, he again opened vast panorama of the desert. And there, in the distance, judging by the stars, in the south-west, over the horizon, could see a bunch of green vegetation. The voice seemed to came from different directions, and the sound was clearer now there. But with the first pink colors of the dawn, the voice disappeared into space, disappeared. Dawn grow stronger and already the sun slowly rose over the horizon. In the pale gloom gave melted wavy strip of greenery, to which his gaze, as their last hope of life. Tir strode forward. Legs almost did not obey; the brain molten lead broke the skull. Collecting the last of his strength, Tir was moving forward. The reality was a little ghostly. On knew that already trudged through the dead are nameless city, a voice that sounded feminine cry, belonged to a jackal pack, follow in his footsteps. Tir stubbornly trudging to their landmark that now loomed two very tall palm trees with green ball fruits that grow on the very top. Near the foot of one of them ran merry brook that formed a small puddle or a small lake. With little lake water evaporates so quickly that trickle barely had time to fill it. Tir fell right in the middle of a cool little lake, he drank greedily

Shake a little salt water, feeling the moisture poured on the hot body. As if in a dream, he drank and drank, unable to quench their thirst. Belly swelled. Tir finally got on dry sand. Its sick. But that was almost a dream. Exhausted, he forgot himself under the shade of palm crowns saving…

East, like the cool palm, the breeze gently touched whiskey sleeping in the shade of palm trees at the little lake. Then angrily threw a handful of hot sand in the screwed-up eyes gray animal, pursues all over the man, and flew far, far away in the heavenly blue, where you can escape the heat and enjoy the domed minaret there a deserted city, sing in the towers, announcing the arrival of the evening chill lonely walls as he did many centuries ago, when the city lived and the streets were filled with colorful clothes of men and women, screaming kids and pets. Wind been waiting for the return of the people. Waited and when tired returned from a long trip and was unable to find the city, and only one tower pointed to the fact that the city was buried under a thick layer of sand, a long-time enemy of the west wind. Since then, the East wind Unnamed not leave town. He ceased to mourn the people buried in the streets. He roared furiously, throwing bales of sand directly hating the West in the face of wind. This went on day and at night as long as the streets of the city do not rise before a mighty punch in its pristine glory. But strangely, the people were gone, only the white bones of men so frightened gaping eye sockets of the skull, which here and there, lying across his path. Wind living searched everywhere. Flew through the window frames in the wine cellar, where rows and rows of huge barrels of unfinished wine. He knew that the wine is there, because even on the tables were full of mugs. He knew that the surviving people come back and will finish wine. He peered into a luxurious palace, where the pools still not so long ago was splashing the water clear, and now lay sand and again trying to convince himself that the people will return here to clear pools, fountains start, grow flowers. But the days passed after day, were the years of the century. Crack walls of the city, a beautiful mosaic domes, like fish scales, flew down. Wind angry at people for what they did not return to collect and bury the remains of the brothers and the city once again give life to his presence. He cursed them and wanted to get even more to one of them. He certainly would punish him for such a folly – throw city gray jackals, these vile creatures that feed on carrion. Once anger at people become intolerable. Wind attacked the palm trees. He frantically tore their leaves, fruits, and was still only when he saw the sand broken one of them. He very grieved over it. Palma will never rose above desert. And then, finally, man. Oh, he’s out and the East Wind, to give it all to open the door to the secret treasure of the dead city, make man the lord of the palaces. Tir opened his eyes. High above the broad leaves rustled two palm trees, broken trunk, a third lying on the hot sand to the crown lakes. The evening sun rays stretched copper on trees which now resembled bronze column. Lakeland, which saved Tir from thirst, as if burned in the sunlight, throwing handfuls of gold coins, rabbits feet, pathetic grass that grew just something where there near the little lake. Pleasant coolness poured on the tortured body, returning to the reality of Tir. He looked up, then sat down and looked around. Unfamiliar place seemed ghostly vision. He rubbed his eyes. No, it’s not a mirage. The water here, there, then life. A wave of joy eyes watered. Tir fell to the ground. Hot tears rolled down doling Dirty cheeks. Tir gradually calmed down. Memory painted dark day’s journey. For a moment it seemed that it was a dream, a vision of the desert and the unbearable heat. He remembered everything that happened to him. Seven days without food and water under a withering sun of the desert – no, it cannot be repeated. Do not want even think about the continuation of the way. Though little lake water and gave him drink. But hunger was left. He saw in the sand a few round, the size of a human head, the fruit. Hardly picked up one, exhausted hands. He wanted to smash a coconut hit one of the other, but the venture failed. Only overpower even more, he collapsed with a nut in his hand in the shadow of palm trees on the soft sand. Catching his breath, Tir, as in a dream staggered slowly to his feet. View opened half filled with sand wall of a guard tower towering gate. Even now, the wall was still high. Tyr went to the gate closes baggy folds into the city. He, though not explicitly, still remembered that there was to the healing spring across the city through the open gate. And someone closed the door behind him, and maybe it made the wind?

– Hey-ho! Is there anyone? – Shouted Tir.

– Who-who-who? – Echoed through the city. Tir’s listened. Dead silence reigned there. Fear, like ants crawling on a swarm the back. As if someone’s gaze followed him. An unpleasant chills ran through his body. Tir involuntarily looked up. No one was not in a narrow loophole the Watchtower: “Probably, there in the darkness of the shadow sits this savage!.”, He thought.