Wandering Spark - Part 65
Varan wiped his hands цшер a bunch of brown velvet grass. Strange how is preserved in a crevice under a stone. Maybe I should come up with some excuse? After all, he, Varan, is the bearer of secrets. And that was a large advantage, he didn’t promise to keep it to anyone. He is the first pod who flew first on the wingam, and then on the plaiter, he listened to the stories of the Imperial magician, he found a hiding place, and barely escaped from the guardian-spell... (At this point of thinking, Varan twitched. But these words were really scary "You're dead".)
It would be stupid and unnatural if he, Varan, after spending almost a whole day on highland, doesn’t try to find Nila and tell her the latest news. He sighed, once more he shook off his hands, wiped away the tears that rolled from his eyes, despite his glasses, and headed to the heart of the island-houses that had been built up from immemorial time from large and small blocks of stone.
There is no one worse than the servants living upstairs, as his father used to say. Varan rarely met with this breed, but each such meeting once again confirmed the father's rightness. I am a hereditary Gorni, each of them had an inscription on the forehead. The fact that I clean pots after the lord's nephew, and my father did it, and my grandfather did it. This doesn’t matter. I grew up under the sun, and you, who hide your eyes behind the dark glasses don’t dare to look me in the face, how dare you to look at the luminary that brought me up...
"Go away, pod, or I'll call the guards!"
"What are you doing here, toad? Do you want to go to the Prison Gut, or what?"
"I'm looking for a girl named Nila," Varan repeated, like a wound. "She's at the palace..."
"Idiot! Do you think someone will let you come close to the palace? Go to your bottom!"
Before the gates of the palace there was a reservoir of water, there were swimming two soloks. Varan crept closer; the fishes, both large and small, were extremely ugly. Formless bodies covered the crust of salt; Soloks were perhaps the most valuable lord’s property, because they possessed the ability to turn seawater into the pure - about a glass a day. The father of the present lord was presented as a gift almost a hundred years before Varan's birth, and since then no fisherman and no traveler could multiply the treasure, moreover, no one knew exactly where such fish are found. The pods were secretly rejoicing at this fact - it isn’t known how the relations between the upper and lower lord's subjects would have moved on...
To the gates of the palace lead a humpbacked bridge, which was beautifully reflected in a round lake.
"Hey, you!" The guard at the gate for some reason raised his spear. "Come on, step away!"
And Varan hurried away. With his luck, they will accuse him of attempting the life of precious fish and hang him with a light sigh: at last!
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