Her skin, barely tanned, looked as smooth as a statue’s. Her long blond hair sparkled in the sunlight. A girl’s giggles came from there.įinding no one around to attack him, the young man, still looking around, quickly pulled on his clothes and cautiously, gazing round, headed toward the strangely inviting sound.īehind the water-and time-honed stones, he saw an unexpected but wonderful picture.Ī beautiful half-naked girl was sitting in the shallow water, splashing and laughing. His eyes were fixed on a pile of boulders that jutted out into the lake.
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His wet skin was covered in goosebumps.īlaming himself for this indiscretion, Lendun turned sharply, snatching a long dagger from his satchel. Not bad, what do you think?Īn iridescent laugh that came suddenly from somewhere behind him made him shudder.
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The voivode won’t spare the barley, will he? Baron has given us the full allowance. Firs snorted again, squinting dark blue eyes. The boy came closer, stroked the steep black side. He was a fine beast, no doubt: Zhimbar had taught him not to drink without a master. Reluctantly getting out on the ground, Lendun made sure that the horse was still there. The traveler immediately dove headlong into the cool waves, confidently cutting the water with sweeping strokes, swam almost a third of the lake and came back. He literally jumped off his horse and rushed to the water, throwing off his clothes as he went: in a moment the worn pants, the sweaty linen shirt, the embroidered vest, and the boots lay on the shore in a slovenly heap. The shadows, rare at first, gradually thickened, bringing a welcome relief from the heat, if only for a short time: the beechwoods were a rather narrow grove, skirting, as he supposed, a small lake, five hundred feet across. In a couple of minutes, they were at the edge of the forest. The animal snarled unhappily, his head jerking, but he obeyed. He pulled the reins to get the horse off the beaten path and spurred him toward the trees. Water…Ī lake, perhaps, or a stream… …or a creek… Doesn’t matter. Blue eyes picked up a faint glimmer beyond the nearby woods. The boy perked up, cocking his dark-haired head, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
But maybe it’s for the best: at least they will solve everything without fuss, without distraction.Ī cool breeze blew in his face, which was unspeakably pleasant in such a sweltering heat. He had missed the market himself, having been delayed at the shepherd’s home (or, to tell the truth, with his lovely daughter), so he was going to Kakhnitz, to the voivode, only now. After selling out their goods and filling up with other people’s goods, although there is already enough for someone, they hurry to go home, to put food in the stalls, to try on new clothes, to give the children toys and dainties. Yesterday the road was no doubt crowded with wagons, mules and oxen, not to mention people on foot. However, perhaps we should not be surprised: the people in the surrounding villages today indulge in idleness, resting after the Kakhnitz fair that ended the day before yesterday. Lendun has not met a single traveler in the last few hours, not since he left the borders of Martz district. The afternoon sun had no intention of hiding behind the sparse clouds. His hooves left almost no trace on the hard, dry ground. The horse dragged along the road, barely moving legs. Know that every crumb of space-time in this world is not Learn to look at life with a broader perspective,Īnd perhaps the universe itself will seem incredibly simple to you.
If at the beginning you can’t see the road, Lo and behold - the staircase winds upward. It seems to be just from the wind, but listen . The forests are whispering about something Nothing in this world is eternal, not even he himself.