Wandering Spark - Part 44

crosswell (-2)(1)in #fiction • 8 years ago

The magician inhaled air. His nostrils trembled and he smiled slightly.

"Sailors on the deck, probably talking about tornadoes. They are afraid of whirlpools, they are starting right now... It’s so beautiful, this your "stone garden". It's a pity that in the off-season we cannot reach it."

He plays like a sitha with a worm, he thought sadly. He told them to free me, strictly ordered that they must let me go. So I bring him to the false treasure. And I, as a fool, did what was expected of me.

"And the galleys will be the last ones," said the magician, still looking at the sea. "A rare sight - three hundred simultaneously taking off oars. For you, the local, this is just the end of the season. For me, it's the first time."

From the upper pier took off a patrol wingam. It flew its first circle very low and swept over the heads of Varan and magician, having smothered the warm smell of a well-kept birdhouse. As a candle, it rose to the sky, froze in the zenith and again circled, on this leisurely with laziness, now and then hanging in the streams of rising air...

The sailboats left, leaving behind a patterned sea - a combination of many traces on the water.

"And these masts," muttered Varan. "How many trees are needed to build one... Ten or more..."

"One. Each mast is made from one tree. You just haven’t seen scaffolding."

"And I won’t see," Varan concluded wearily.

The magician looked at him strangely:

"Yes? Why?"

He was a bit hypocrite. Varan shrugged his shoulders.

"We are born here. And here we die. This is Round Fang..."

"People come and go. In the world there are ships, boats, air harness, in the end..."

Mage was standing next to Varan, talking about something else and looking into the distance, and this was the worst. The expectation of the exposure was completely intolerable; Varan put his hand in his bosom, pulled out a dried up banknote and with some kind of relief gave to the magician:

"I found. I wanted to show it my to father. And that's all."

The magician pushed his hat back to the back of his head. He took the note carelessly, as a currency exchanger and put it on the palm of his hand. He squinted at the rainbow glow, pale in the daylight.

"I thought maybe it was real," Varan said, not knowing why.

The mage shook his head.

"It is fake, like that, firstone. One hand, one style. We're not going to tell anyone about this, are we?"

"We?" Muttered Varan. The magician threw up his head:

"Quiet, here she comes... Please, don’t tell her either."

Varan turned around, but the road was empty. He opened his mouth to ask about something, but at that moment Nila appeared - she walked slowly, in both hands she had baskets with groceries for the owner and a snack for serpanters. Kruchina and Zhurbina, who ate only fish, sometimes received sweet reps biscuits for encouragement.

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