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- Look there! - Gateja has ordered. - Think of him! Think of fault, about a toast in honour of the Hunter! Its cup is presented to you. Perhaps you will deserve its favour. It is that magic which women cannot operate. Think of fault, recollect its taste, swear to serve It! Quickly!I looked at the person under the Horned Crown. It was, apparently, not the person, but in his face was a lot of human. And it allowed to hope that its magic will help us. Though I never tried to operate earlier reason sight, however I knew that I can make it even if I and am not devoted in secrets of Magic.
The silver person looked directly at me, that distinguished it from people, did by the stranger, gradually disappeared. I already felt its power. It was the lord who manages fair court over the citizens, but also in case of need protects them.
And - I can swear all heart, - I have drunk really wine - fragrant, sweet, similar to which never was in our flanks. I drank this perfect wine and swore the fidelity, in the eternal service. I, which have been deprived a sort and a name which has been provided in the clan.
I swore not blood, not a steel, and at all a flame as it was accepted among us, I swore wine which drank. Having drunk, I have turned a cup as on custom it is accepted among us. And from it water drops have poured out not, and the wrinkled black berries were not rolled out - from it wine drops - light, as the sun, pure and yellow have poured out. Drops have fallen to a moss and have there and then disappeared. I have thrown back a head and have shouted those words which have come to my reason. Has cried out, without understanding their sense, without knowing that they mean:
- it, Kurnous! it, He Ventur!
My shout has swept on all wood, again and again responding an echo between trees. Leaves on trees have begun to rustle, as though on wood the whirlwind was carried by. They fell down to the ground, covering soil round us.
New forces overflowed me. I felt, than myself is the strongest. In me something boiled such that I could not name, but that raised in me energy, such I felt for the first time in a life.
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