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The unknown sculptor has given to the person that expression which corresponded to terrible claws. The most part of the person was occupied with the bent beak. The top part of a body has been framed by the wings growing from thin shoulders.Between widely placed feet the aperture - similar to an input in a cave blackened. I was bent and have glanced there. The suffocating stench has forced me to start back. This den of any not so tidy animal was visible. My sight besides my will addressed to burning eyes. I had an uneasy feeling that these eyes consider me.
I did not think that Gateja has entered into this hole. It was not the Lunar Sanctuary which breathed the world and rest. No, here directly in air threat what was radiated by Silver singers and that monster which has come from a gloom hung and tried to get to us.
I have slowly risen and have with great difficulty come off these eyes. I would not like to climb in this hole at all. It is probable to eat and other way forward.
It was. I have found out it, having rounded this figure. I had to creep on a ledge, finding a convenient way for lifting, and at the same time I tried not to lose sight of this bird - the woman.
Here in rock there were no dredging to help me. But on northern extremity of a ledge I have found a crevice in rock on which I could climb further.
And only I have reached a crevice and have darted last glance at a statue as in a dark hole between feet sounds were heard. I have quickly turned, has nestled a back on a stone and have bared a sword. The rustle, and then the loud cry reminding shout of an owl at first was heard.
The head has turned on round-shouldered shoulders. It seemed to uglier, than at a statue. Only eyes were same bright-red and same malicious.
Having combined wings a monster has rushed on me. My sword was ready. It seemed that the monster never had affairs with the contenders, ready to be protected as all its body has been opened to my blows.
And the sword fine edge has struck in that place where the wing incorporates to a trunk, just while its claws have hooked on belts of bags.
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