Gemini Alatyr of Island. Children of dead mother. Сергей Соловьев
you will be taming the bull, and then the holiday will be, a holiday in honor of your dedication, – the chieftain said slowly and uncertainly.
Everyone looked at each other, because the games with the bull should have been only after three days, but the warriors and youths made an appearance, and nodded in agreement, it may be too vigorous that these tests should be today.
– Do you want to go? asked Kate.
“Yes, it’s absolutely time, and the youths should prepare for the tests, and change their clothes,” but Arpad himself was agitated, but what would the seven say?
“Let the Bulls take care of the bulls, determine them all in the pen, and put the smart warriors on guard.” To let out what as it should, at a signal, raised the flag and that would not do anything without an order.
– It seems everyone thought about it. Well, okay, the squad to gather and go to the field, do not forget the nets, if suddenly the animals get mad, everyone knows what to do and how to pull the dancers from the lists. Pal, prepare everyone who will stand with the networks and save, if necessary, the subjects. It seems to be all. After two hours, let’s start, – and he sighed from the strain.
Tests
Ella passed through the village with warriors, Arpad with Gnur was ahead. It was a village of more than thirty courtyards, each house is two floors, a basement visa, but the houses are small enough to heat wood for a long winter. The houses are enclosed with fences, and each with a gate, in some places the gate was decorated with rich carvings.
– Go home, eat, and through the lists you will, – turned the chieftain to the squad.
– And you, Krasa-maiden Light Elicia, almost my house with your presence, eat what Lada sent. – And where is the famous temple of Elios and Lada?
– No here, beautiful maiden. Seven of you will show it to you later.
Everybody went their separate ways, and they went further along the wooden pavement of the village, and the third house was Arpadov, not at all more than other houses.
“Open it, hostess, lead the guest home,” the chieftain shouted loudly, “are we not happy?”
A tall, stately woman came down the high stairs, also in a warm jacket, with a head covered with a handkerchief, and slippers.
“Come and close the gate,” looked at the woman and climbed back to the house, and the evil dog came to meet them, first tried to scare the witch, and then ran to her, and looked at everything under the hood, the tail just thrashed the animal’s body without ceasing, showing the indescribable joy of a living being, once the dog got up on its hind legs, and put Eli on the front coats, she was not afraid, she laughed only, then stroked, looked into the dog’s dark eyes, and she just calmly got up, but the tail continued his movements.
“And the dog recognized you, Ella,” the chieftain said thoughtfully, “and I won’t say that he is kind to others.”
She just smiled at him widely, and they went into the house, climbed upstairs from the crate, and found themselves in an upper room, there were benches on each side of the room, with deer skins on them, the windows were closed with a bubble, and the sun lit up the upper room, but not too much. The hostess began to put food on the table, Arpad and Ella took off their outer clothing, remaining in linen, which was wearing fur sleeveless jackets, but did not sit down yet. Finally, a woman came up, leading the hands of three children, two girls, five and seven years old, and a boy of twelve.
– Me Elysia is called, -she was called a girl, – can be Helen or Ella. I am a guest here, sister Ulla – and bowed to the belt.
“My name is Rosa, girls Zarya and Lika, and the boy,” and he grabbed my mother by the sleeve of her dress, “Wolf.”
Ella smiled at the children, crouched down and saw that the Wolf was very lame.
– What about the Wolf, – the mother’s face became gloomy, – the leg hurt something, limping.
“Let’s see, top, gray flank,” Elya turned to him, and ruffled his head, where there were several curls, and the boy laughed, “sit on the bench next to him.”
“Well,” said the boy, and he was shy, hid his face in his palms, but his fingers opened, his eyes glittered, he peered.
Ella concentrated, began to feel her foot, first ran the pillows over her lower legs, then checked her knee and thigh, went down again on the lower leg, and on her calf, under the knee, she felt a seal.
– He fell hard?
– Yes, about two years ago, a prankster climbed, somewhere, fell and limped.
– Warm the water, bring clean cloths, I have my own knife. You want, I will do everything now, and I will stop the blood.
“Agreed,” said the mother quietly, and the father nodded his head too.
– You will stop limping, and in a day everything will heal with you, Volchok. Be patient, are you already an adult?
“Yes,” and the boy nodded his head, “I am twelve years old already.”
Dew quickly boiled water, brought a large vessel, poured warm water in it, put the boy on a small chair, put his legs into the water, and his son clung like a tick to his mother’s hand. Arpad, meanwhile, carried Lika and Zarya into a room nearby. Elya rolled up her sleeves, rinsed her hands, carefully examined the impact site, and quickly cut through the skin, the child only had time to shake, the witches washed the wound, applied good herbs, shook water and blood from the boy’s leg with another cloth, took out her feet. Sage put her hands on the wound, tried to concentrate until she was warm in her hands, and so she held her hands until she felt that everything was fine. Arpad returned, and sat down next to the bench. Elya removed her fingers from the wound, lowered her trouser leg to the boy, smoothed his trouser leg, and gave it to her mother, who took her son by the hand.
– Well, like a wolf, does your leg hurt anymore?
“At first it was hot, but my leg no longer hurts, thank you, witch,” and he looked at her seriously, like an adult, “I will use you,” and the boy I tried to bend and straighten my leg and laughed – mother, look, and Elya again became all white, and shakes it – and clutched at his chin with both hands.
And indeed, Elissia’s face turned pale, her circles under her eyes showed up again, she could barely stand.
“I’ll sit for a while,” she smiled, although it came out quite crookedly at her, and she fell on her left side, well, that Arpad managed to catch her. Dew took away her son, returned alone and brought a dipper of honey, which she put on the table, and sat down next to the witch. Elia opened her eyes hard, and murmured:
– I got tired of something… The dedication was not yet strong and not enough…
“Sing and eat, and the pies are ready for fish, and venison with lingonberries,” and she moved the plate to El, she had a frightened face and she pushed the clay bowl of meat away from her.
“I don’t eat… And fish pies?” She asked hopefully.
“Yes,” the woman said in surprise, “and the meat is good, venison, stewed with lingonberries.”
“I don’t eat meat,” said the witch and bit off a large piece of cake, and smiled, “delicious!”
– Here, take it again, and then got tired, and he treated my brother, and my son. The top is now not a poor limp. But then, after all, he had been at home for two years. Thank you, good soul.
“And thank you for your brother, you took care of him for six years,” and washed down the cake with a large gulp of kvass, and began to take the second pie. With the second dealt as quickly, and with the third, and then the fourth.
– Thank you, very tasty treat. I even felt better, I did not eat for three days, I could not.
“Thank