Clearing the well took almost two days. When the stones were taken out of him and the soaked ash was taken out, it was found that there was only viscous mud at the bottom, oozing from the pores of the

The morning brought us nothing joyful. Telling the women to stay in the house, I left him first, after left Tammar and the other men. "Sir," exclaimed the groom, "can you, at the risk of

I instructed my mentors for an indefinite time, therefore I decided to stay in the estate and deal with the cases, for which I requested the advice of the senior steward - he was an invaluable assistant

Illuma-Nadine was left far behind. Returning home, I thought of different things: about my mother; about Archonte Belkete, whose renewed army was about to make a great campaign; about Illum-Nadine; about

Several days passed quickly - in the society of Sekhbet the time always passed unnoticed. We both tried not to talk about the supposed farewell, but the fatal moment, of course, nevertheless has come.

It was always cold in the huge castle of Sekhbet. The master of Illum-Nadin did not care at all, like half of his servants, but in honor of my arrival he ordered the fireplaces and stoves to be flooded,

Blinded by grief and dumbfounded by the mystery of his origin, I went to Sekhbet, unable to stand alone with everything that had collapsed on me overnight. I learned to restrain myself, but I did not flatter

Long and successful, Sehbet, the great necromancer, and the valiant man, who had covered himself with a lot of glories, was in control of Illum-Nadine. Many and many years have passed since he laid the

When I became older, the meaning of the legend cleared up for me to the fullest, and I seemed to understand from what my mother protected my hearing and reason, but did not see anything shameful in the

I was almost a child - it seems that I hardly entered the time of adolescence, when my ancient nanny, who was still raising my mother, told me this legend for the first time. "It's been a long time

He was right. Humility before the Will of the Future always helped me, until the realities of death controlled my destiny to such an extent that they turned into routine. Many considered me embittered

When you are about to serve death, you must know death. One day you will accept non-life if you are worthy, but first, you should study the external, material manifestations of the power you want to dedicate

In the new room, I lived more than one week and almost all this time was alone. I met my fellow-students only in class and in the library, they all avoided me, although I caught my glances at least once

I guessed who had been chosen by the victim to be the mad Mardan, a malevolent offspring of robbers - surely he saw the slave talking to me, and the malice that fed me, was swept out on him. I wanted only

I was at home in the bookshops of Nar-Ankara. He particularly complimented one - the one where the old Yasira traded. Cynical and cheerful, she did not stint on ambiguous witticisms, especially when her

"...The servants got off their feet, looking for him everywhere." Found unconscious on the old tomb of Muntasir, a distant ancestor... We thought it was hot, but it's cold as ice, and all these

I stand among a crowd of ethereal people. They take turns coming to me and talking to me, pointing somewhere, but I do not understand their words. Confused, I listen and repeated again and again: "Forgive

Behind the high windows, a cloudy day, and the clouds hang low, and the rain occasionally knocks on the glass, but here, inside, it's warm and cozy, and for me there are only shabby bindings and dusty

Corpses... Only corpses near the first cache. He visited here. How did he find the relics, how did he find out where they were hidden ?! How did one of the few, but rather strong warriors interrupt? The

I hardly recovered from what I had seen. What does it mean?! And why am I not in my own visions ?! Belket, Herald, Sekhbet and the rest - that, they all die ?! Here it is, the delay of the archon! That's