Unconquered Sun (52 page)

But, using that young men were engaged in a construction of a board, fairies, thanks to the considerable superiority in strength, could surround three taken clouds and transfer fire directly with the young man - to clouds. Several large explosive spheres got to one of pink clouds, and it right there flashed as a haystack, and began to thaw in the eyes. Dozens of young men, from standing on it, right there turned into live fires. Others nevertheless managed to fly up in air in time and to escape from fire.

- For me! In attack! Throw these foolish clouds until we here everything burned down! Vpere-e-e-ed! - by a terrible voice Azail howled. His face was distorted for anger and rage, eyes became red, and long fingers of hands were double up like claws of a predatory animal.

He upraised hands forward and promptly departed up. Behind it the others directed. On the run of the young man were reconstructed by the wedge which aimed the edge directly at the center of positions of the fairies who were built a semicircle. On the way "wedge" was spat by fiery explosive spheres and lightnings, but fairies already managed to put a board and they did not do them harm.

Then Azail lowered a hand for folds of a raincoat somewhere and triumphantly took out sparkling silvery sparks, like stones of its palace on the Bald mountain, a long thin sword from there. Having reached the region of the protective field, it rubanut it that there are forces. The deafening roar was distributed, and swept the fairies holding a board on clouds the strongest kickback. From ears and their nose streams of blood flew and for several moments all of them failed. The protective field burst also a horde of the winged young men who also took out the same blades because of a belt rushed on four pink clouds, settling down in the center of positions of the opponent, and arranged bloody slaughter. Clouds from pink during several moments became blood-red …

Other fairies, having hardly regained consciousness, struck the taken clouds with fountains of liquid fire and those flashed again and again not everyone managed to leave it in time - about thirty young men turned into a handful of black ashes …

But business, probably, was made. The cordon was broken through also Azail's group, having left useless positions, already freely rose above and above.

5.

Soon the blue sky remained far below. The group moved among a strange congestion of silvery fog. The fairy, having hardly recovered for horror from massacre on pink clouds, with the eyes which extended from surprise looked at this kingdom absolutely unfamiliar to it …

Visibility was almost zero, everywhere - one infinite silvery cotton wool. How in it it is possible to be guided somehow - remained a riddle. It was not visible not that roads forward, but even the way back was closed. It was impossible to define, where the North and where the South where left and where the right. Terrible and truly terrible place!

Having appeared in such place, any would begin to panic and not Azail fell into despair, but. He just, apparently, felt here like a duck to water, determining by intuition the direction in this foggy chaos. It flew to the left, to the right, stopped, defining the direction of the further movement, promptly flew further. He something reminded a dog who makes the way more often the woods in outer darkness only by means of the scent. It was necessary only to be surprised to really surprising abilities of this powerful Wizard - the born leader and the inventor, the fearless pioneer and the ingenious commander.

At last, silvery fog ended, and winged young men took off on open space.

It was flat as a dish the valley from the curling silvery fog under legs and the black sky over the head - without the sun, but with big, of the size of the human head, stars and the moon in full human growth.

In the middle of this silvery desert on the horizon the high tower from some yellow-white material reminding an ivory was seen. At top of a tower some bowl-shaped device with the shining silvery surface was fixed.

Young men flew directly to it, but there is enough oddly - moving forward not, and back. And the more slowly they moved the transparent wings, the quicker they flew …

But the closer they flew up to the Tower, the more distinctly it was visible that the bowl-shaped device with a smooth surface was broken.

- Proklyatye! Teacher! - cried in rage Snow-white-white. - They spoiled your ingenious Mirror! But how? Same it is impossible! And how they could get here? And where Keeper?

Azail gloomy was silent. His eyes still were blood-red, its brush squeezed the handle of a silvery sword even stronger - so that bones of fingers turned white.

It promptly flew forward (more precisely, back), much quicker than others - probably, he is better than others mastered features of the movement in the Astral.

But he did not manage to reach the Tower as directly from silvery fog something white began to rise and big. Azail stopped (to a limit having earned by wings) and began to wait. At last, the Fairy saw the huge white head, as if entirely weaved from silvery fog, with a silvery long beard and huge eye-sockets without eyes through which soft silvery light streamed. Gradually grew from fog really enormous, height about a tower, the athlete's body.

The giant quietly and majestically put hands on a breast and is slowed a little down, stretching syllables, rumbled with a thunderous bass:

- Prive-e-e-e-etstvuyu you, my small Wad Dra-u-u-ug, wizard Azail! Ra-a-a-a-ad you vi-and-and-and-idet …

Azail flew up directly to the person of a giant - in comparison with it it was no more mosquito:

- What here occurs, the Keeper? Why the mirror is broken? Who was here?

- Well-at-at-at, ha-ha-ha! - the giant, and so burst out laughing that the wind which escaped from his lips nearly overturned Azaila on the earth, is ponya-I-I-I-I-yatno. Of razbi-and-and-and-and-l I - at whom else will drop down for Sze-e-e-erkalo for it forces?

- Sh - sh - sh - sh - sh - t - about - about - au-au?! - Azail not by the voice shouted, having clutched hands at the head. - Yes as you dared to make it, a monster?! I created you these here hands (it shook in the face of the Keeper by palms), you have to serve only mne-e-e-e!!! Who wised up you on it, not my mad wife incidentally?

- Yes - and-and … Byla-a-a-a my ona-a-a-a, ve - e - e - erno - about - au-au … - was also slowly and lingeringly said by a giant. - More precisely, all tri-i-i-i, da-a-a-a, tri-i-i-i …

- And you listened to them???!!! Answer, immediately!

- Aa-a-a-a-a ka-a-a-a-ak zhe-e-e-e-e … Ty-y-y-y now on storone-e-e-e-e tmy-y-y-y, zla-a-a-a, and Oni-i-i-i - slu-at-at-uzhitelnitsy Sozdatelya-ya-ya-ya!

- Cave dev you loss! You, white cretin! - Azail raged, on his lips foam flakes seemed. - I am your creator, I! I! I made you of this whitish muck, I inhaled in you life, I gave you such strength that all horde of these tow-haired cheats will not be able to make to you anything, I for you the creator, I! I! I! I! I - and - and - and - and-and!!!! - hysterical Azail beat breast.

But the Giant in reply only lingeringly burst out laughing and coughed so that a gale-force wind of Azail took down far back.

- Do not rage, Azail, - the passionless voice from the Tower was distributed and at its top three fairies in purple clothes and with gold hoops the heads seemed. - Your power in the Astral is graduated, I hope, forever. Massacre which you made below was senseless and you are profaned by blood of the killed on your fault forever and damned. The keeper is not subject to you also all secrets of the Tower from the Ivory more - too.

- - and - and - ak? - puzzly Azail exclaimed.

- You had always a reputation Wise - guess itself, - with an easy jeer the Second of Three told. - And now come back to Tselestiya. We give you and all your gang of murderers and rebels term six months - on thoughts. If you reconcile and will plead guilty, we will accept you, even in spite of the fact that you mixed pink clouds with blood. Thank the Creator that we have a way to give you and to your accomplices an opportunity to improve, without resorting to physical destruction.

- And what? - hardly constraining anger, Azail almost hissed, however, already knowing what answer will be.

- Oblivion flowers. They will ship you in a deep sleep which will clear your memory of any filth what you got during this time. When your memory is cleared, We will personally take part in your re-education and we will help you who are not burdened by bad memoirs any more to become worthy members of new Community, - continued also quietly, majestically and absolutely passionlessly to speak the Second.

- The father, we advise you to think over it. Not late to correct all! - at the same time, the voice in a voice, was told by the First and Third.

The rumble of indignation and abuse gave a ride on ranks of Azail's supporters standing at some distance. And Azail in rage spat towards three purple fairies, but got directly to the person Velikanu. But that did not even take offense - wiped a spittle huge silvery ruchishchy and good-natured smiled.

- Well-at-at-at-at, as ta-a-a-ak, mine ma - and - and - ale-e-e-nky Azai-i-i-il! Such u-u-u-umny, and vede-e-e-sh of, as ma - and - and - and - alchishka - and - and-and!

- Fie on you, the mean traitor! - Azail bellowed, having spat him once again. - And you, my lovely Stellochka, I will answer here so - will not wait! - also shook at it the clenched fist. - I challenge you at all to a magic duel! And then we will look who is stronger or wiser! And I will not allow to do of me the fool at all! What do you think, I did not understand that to it all and went? Decided to make of me a sheep, a pet, huh?! That to own everything, to be most at the head of Community to take control of secrets of the Tower from the Ivory, isn't it?! To clean me completely, to turn into a live doll, to steal from me the most expensive - my knowledge, my thoughts, my inventions! Fie, fie, fie on you! - and Azail spat in their party three times, having again got to the good-natured, mild person Velikana.

- It is a pity, we are sincerely sorry, - having deeply sighed, with notes of sincere grief in a voice the Second told - and in her eyes - already for the third time! - moisture flashed. - Also it is especially a pity to see how you degrade that is called not on days, and on hours … We already hardly recognize you, Azail. You became black, spiteful, blood-thirsty, you began to swear, be spat, behave absolutely improperly to the wise wizard …

- … And I see that you became too haughty, and from your height you already remind nothing neither my beloved wife Stella, nor my daughters - Astra and Esther! - choking with hatred, Azail cried by the croaking voice. - You became similar to some three-headed monster from the Rocky Mountains! You any more not women, and heartless cold statues which do not need nothing, except the power! So choke with it to death! - And Azail let out from the hands a stream of a liquid flame directly in purple fairies, but they did not even stir. Velikan-Hranitel opened a mouth and drained in a fiery whirlwind in a chasm of its giant belly. The giant utrobno belched and smiled enough, rubbing a hand a voluminous stomach, and then k-a-a-ak blew in all power of the lungs at Azail that that departed away as the autumn leaf driven by wind.

- We advise you to leave the Astral until the Keeper threw out you by force from here, - the Second raised the voice. - Also you remember - you have six months on thought. After that we will begin against you war - and mercy more to you will not be any more. You will be pulled out as weed plants from a bed!

Still click, still …

All space of the Bald mountain lit up with bright flashes. Explosions from which the stone melts fall overlappings of the giant palace from a white-silvery stone. The wood burns as dry chips. Melted off at the edges deep, in slightly human Rostov, funnels which pitted as pockmarks the mountain … And then - explosion, enormous on power. The most part of the palace scattered in ashes. When dust accumulated, the Fairy saw the pathetic ruins already familiar to it which became the sacred place for Night Hunters.

Everywhere - heaps the spoiled blood-stained dead bodies and pieces of bodies roll, some - at all do not give in to an identification. As a rust, stones are covered with a clotted blood. The black smoke brings down clubs …

- Proklyatye! Teacher! Our protective barrier did not sustain! We so weakened during this time! - cried Snow-white-white, rising from a funnel bottom where fell, rejected by a blast wave. Though "snow-white-white" the Fairy called it rather on a habit as the raincoat and his clothes were black from soot. His face was covered with blood, here and there on a body severe burns were seen. - Teacher! Azail! What is with you?

Azail lay on the earth, his face was fatally pale, all right part of the head was in blood, from blood hair were wet. His right hand convulsively twitched. On a brush did not get two fingers.

The roar of explosions was such that in ears there was a continuous ring. Snow-white White it was necessary to shout at full blast.

- Wise Azail! Answer though something! - he shouted, shaking Azail for shoulders.

- Do not shout, I hear everything, - quietly and in low tones Azail said, hardly opening eyes. - Where the others, report!

- I do not know, your knowledge! While we held a board, all were in the lock, and then it failed and …

Explosion roar, roar of the falling stone blocks. The set of small sharp stone splinters covered both.

- Communicate on thin communication … I have no forces any more … order to recede until we were surrounded … let make the way … confuse traces … small groups … in the Oversea country … there
they
will not be put yet … - the low voice of Azail blocked a rumble of one more explosion which burst absolutely near them.