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My hand has slipped in a bag where the cup lay and I have generated the image of the amber lady full of a life and beauty in a brain.The cold wave has run on me though a second ago the sun mercilessly burnt down a skin. I felt, how cold breath of the Ice Dragon is pulled out from the scorched staff which so meant for Gatei much. I waited every second that the staff will start to radiate light, but occurred nothing. Only the cold all became stronger, as though she has decided to freeze me. I stood and thought of Gunnore, and about a cup which she to me has presented. Besides, I have got sheet from a bag. Perhaps, it is any talisman.
- has started talking drawlingly in another's language. She possibly said any prayer. The cold has amplified. There should be I have turned to a piece of ice from head to foot. Only by hand, which compressed sheet, proceeded warmly thanks to which I could resist to this terrible cold. I do not know, whether wished Gateja to do me harm. Perhaps, the one who responded it, thus was protected from the uninitiated.
I did not hear a voice. However Gateja has ceased to sing and has started talking directly to that who radiated a cold. I have again tried to call the live image of Gunnory in a brain. But it thawed, despite all my efforts. Instead of an amber beautiful face there was another. It was the young woman whom I never saw earlier. Its straight hair is combed back and pulled together by a silver hoop with the moon image it were necessary a forehead. Its eyes were grey as winter ice, and heat in them was no more, than in him. Hair were colours of the black winter sky, and the dress drawn by a thin belt, was white colour and well harmonous figure of the young woman.
In it there was nothing human. I did not know, whether see I the internal sight that that have called Gateja, but this girl passionlessly, almost contemptiously studied me. And this contempt seemed not me personally - and in general men. I could not avoid its studying sight.
- it! - I have cried out it aloud, or have simply thought?
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