Wandering Spark - Part 45
"If you don’t want to marry me, so just say it."
"You didn’t speak with your father. Maybe, after all, he won’t allow you." Nila looked away. "And you're fooling my head..."
Varan got up and left the cave.
The sky - the last sky of this season was white from the stars. And it was patrolled by a wingam flying in circles.
I love you - and I'll fight for you.
No not like this.
I love you - and I will fight for you, even if you have already stopped loving me. I'll fight for my love, even if in this fight I have to kill you...
Varan spat at his feet. It is drivel.
"I was afraid you would fight him."
"Don’t think that I’m so stupid."
Neela cleaned a large sooty cauldron. Thin hands to the elbow were soaked with soot.
Varan gutted the fish.
"When I saw you two on the road, I thought I'd sit on the bottom now, Shuu is a witness. Who is he? What is there sniffing around here?"
"Just a Gorni," Varan lied.
"No," Nila said after a pause. "Just, there's something in him. What - I don’t understand."
"What about our wedding?" Varan asked abruptly.
Nila sighed:
"Will you stay on the uplands?"
He threw another gutted fish in a trough with red water:
"Nobody calls me... And what am I supposed to do there? Only be a servant..."
"And will you die because of being a servant?" quietly said Nila.
The last rowing boats were leaving the island. In them were the inhabitants of the nearest islands, who were on Round Fang not to rest, but rather to earn.
Though the sea traveled shimmer with gray sides funnels. Tornadoes were walking in the sky. Looking at the horizon in the morning, Varan could count five, seven, and nine at a time.
The sky became faded, as if from fatigue.
The owner closed the "ride on the serpenters" for the public. Kruchina was nervous, foreseeing the end of the season, getting along with her became increasingly difficult. Even Zhurbina, always melancholic and flexible, now allowing herself to grind her teeth once grabbed Varan’s hand. However, guests wishing to look at the "beauty of underwater caves" was none for several days. The season was ending.
The owner honestly paid Varan earned money. Not lesser, but not more than he deserved. Varan carried money to his father.
"I want to get married," he said, looking at the floor.
"In the next season," his father replied.
He did not ask who. Or maybe he knew it for a long time. He didn’t start to wonder, find out, get angry. Simply said, reported easily: in the next season.
Varan left him without saying a word.
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