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But here there was also a life. Sometimes we heard rustles, and from time to time met eyes any beings. Occasionally it was possible to us to consider them, and it seemed to me, what is it there were the animals disfigured by any sorcery.And before us wood of trees so bound among themselves that I did not represent as the live being through it can make the way darkened. And nevertheless among these trees the tower towered.
Gloomy stones from which it has been combined, ominously blackened against a clear sky. Us dragged to this tower, but I could not make out any pass in wood.
However, when the horseman has come nearer to wood, trees have parted in the parties, having opened a way. Possibly, it was only illusion. And nevertheless I understood that it would be rather real and would become an insuperable barrier on that a way who did not possess power.
The horseman went forward, without stopping, and behind it we were dragged three, not in forces to oppose to that drives us forward. When we went on a dark where was much more noisy, than in usual wood, I looked round on the parties.
On branches sharp thorns stuck out, in the length it is more than my dagger. Between trees the flowers which white petals have been penetrated by red veins grew. The impression, what is it live beings was made and on these veins hot blood flows. In the centre of colours droplets turned yellow and I could wager the life, what is it there was a deadly poison. Here all was another's and ominous, gloomy atmosphere of fear hung over wood. But I tried to overcome this fear, to suppress it.
Here all has been created to shake a victim, influencing all sense organs - on sight, on hearing, on sense of smell. But inside I was oneself, I in every way resisted to sorcery, tried to save courage. My body can and is helpless, but the spirit and reason is not present. Why I thought of all it, I do not know. Possibly because it was for me the unique way to resist to harm.
Soon we already were on a glade where the tower rose. Round it was not neither walls, nor other structures. Only here this black column running into the sky. In a wall the entrance aperture blackened, there at all was not doors a collar.
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