Wandering Spark - Part 63
"Who are you?"
Silver armor burned in the sun so that the smoked glasses couldn’t help him.
"Pod, why you aren’t on the bottomland?"
"Screw worker... I deliver water here."
"Why are you loitering around?"
The guards were bored. There were only a few people left on the deserted island. The Imperial Guard left, entrusting the losers to guard the bare stone, where from entertainment were only cards and a couple of well-worn whores available.
Varan got impudent:
"I was summoned by the personal order of the lord. I carry out the task of his mightiness the Imperial magician..."
"What?!"
"If you want – check this information," Varan suggested with a light heart.
The guards reasonably thought that they shouldn’t do this. The guard wanted to give Varan a kick, but he dodged it.
The empty Round Fang frightened him. Bald, withered, pathetic, unexpectedly small; climb up the hill and look around the whole island from shore to shore. White stone, rare islets of cracked earth, burning sky, icy wind... Where the whole blocks of summer dwellings used to be, now the tent pegs forgotten in the cracks are smooth and bare. Varan tried to find the place where his father's tavern was, but he didn’t find it.
Stone houses of Gorni stood in the center of the island - back to back, like a handful of fighters ready to defend to the last. The lord’s palace, in a season drowned in thickets of the cacti and the thorn, wasn’t so great and not so majestic as it was during the season. But the tower didn’t change at all - the magician's home didn’t spit for the season and the off-season, it still looked towards the sky, and on the roof of it was coming down white and a very large wingam.
Varan dropped his eyes and blinked frequently. Pods don’t look at the sky for so long, even with three pairs of glasses. And what is his business, who and why did visit the Imperial Magician? Although the wingams are clearly didn’t belong to the lord. He has seen the local poultry here: four smaller birds, for patrolling, and one big, for messengers, but that big one was of another breed with feathers of black color...
So, a guest from the capital arrived to the magician. And they will most likely talk about the chest with false money...
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