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I said these words but as though itself for the first time heard them. I have bowed with deep grief - what else never felt. Such grief arises at people when Bards the singing about for a long time last times, about great victories, about terrible defeats instal belief in people that earlier people were stronger and better that they have given to the world of heroes, ideals to which it is necessary to aspire.After all if people have heroes, they will try to become better, to reach the same greatness. For this reason we, listening to Bards, we cry, or we indulge in anger that a life not such what was earlier. And it strengthened our courage when time for fight came to go. Bards gave us hope. Bards connected our life to the heroic past. I was not the Bard, I did not have a lute. And I looked at a tomb, on the Horned Crown, well knowing that the one who is buried here, much more above me, but it could not enslave me as I other person and in me is something that has allowed me to resist it.
There was a gloomy morning, but nothing moved in a valley of Fartfell among barrows. That approached on us under the screen of night, has disappeared. I have given a hand and have helped Inna to rise to the feet.
I did not know, where to us to go, the Horn sounded in the west and I have decided to go there though the valley of Garna where I should take away Inna, was in the east.
- Where we go? - She has asked, refusing to move, while I have not seized it and have not forced to follow me. I expected that it will resist again, and I would not like it at all.
- On the West.
She has looked back on a valley of Fartfell in which trees among dark barrows here and there grew.
- You in vain hold me, - she has told. For me wait. Now in me the child. Start up me, after all I any more daughter Garna. I that who will be greatest of mothers.
I have shrugged shoulders. The witch has inspired it very strong illusion. That it now not the simple girl, was the truth. But, it is good, or it is bad, but our destinies have intertwined now, and I should not give to its those forces with which struggled in the Lunar Sanctuary.
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