The consolation, directly to tell, was not so hot. But, for want of something better... Nammu has looked back. Guardsmen of
Karhana, having surrounded a horse stretcher, hastily receded, ready any minute to reflect an impact vavilonjan.
Hoofs of racers in fraction clinked on stony soil, throwing out on gallop columns of the grey sand brought from desert.
- Where you rush, Karhan? - With tired opustoshennostju has asked Nammu. - the Dragon after all is dead.
- I also am afraid of it, - the Scythian has muttered in the answer.
- Why? Unless the draconian stone is worthy of it to risk a life for the sake of it?
- And and here a stone?
- The lightning always gets to a dragon if that has not had time to take cover, - Daniel was started up in explanations. - such
is the divine law. And the stone is thus incinerated in a smoke.
- It was our dragon, - has thrown through a shoulder of Karhan. - I have caused it in case suddenly it is necessary to you
hardly.
- Our dragon?! - has asked again with astonishment passed test drakonoborets. - You have caused it?!
Anything stranger to hear to it, perhaps, it was not possible. Clear business when Marduk which have struck in severe fight
monstrous generations by Tiamat, took one of them to itself. But the person... Let and the stranger.? How there can be it the
owner razoritelja the countries and the devourer of people?
Any time they went silently. Nammu endeavoured to comprehend words of the Scythian. Ruslan rejoiced to the received
message that the padded boat was possible safely prizemlit, more truly, privodnit.
- Who you? - The prophet at last has exhaled. - who you, and whence? I saw before Scythians. You are similar to them, but
only by the form. Anybody from these wild bandits is not capable to tell on ellinsky manners, and for a long time, anybody from
them would not manage to tame a dragon.
Karhan has stopped a horse. Around was not not a soul. The escort accompanying unsightly crew of Susanny, could not
move quickly and consequently has fairly lagged behind. Ruslan has turned a shaggy head to the companion. On its lips the
ironic smile flaunted.
- Who you, prophet Daniel? There on a wall in an imperial hall another has been written absolutely, rather than that you have
read.