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Sanguinary Father?
“I’m afraid of him,” chirped Vasilisa, hiding behind Dalana’s back.
“What did they teach you in school?” said Dalana aloud dryly. “Greet him. Politely,” she added in a tone that brooked no opposition.
“G…Good Evening,” muttered Vasilisa to the Raven, but immediately asked in a whisper, “What kind of thing is he?”
I come to beseech Your Protection , explained Dalana, addressing the Master. Three follow after us. Outsiders from the Human Race. Shelter us against them.
“Whether or not we manage to return to your kin depends largely on him,” said Dalana especially for Vasilisa. “And now be quiet.”
Vasilisa nodded.
Those who are of Humankind are never honored in my House. But Those who, seduced by Long Life, drank from the forbidden chalice are not honored here at all. With you is One of Them. Why should I help you?
The forest around Dalana and Vasilisa literally came to life. A coterie of Forest Men appeared from under the leaves. They rolled their heads on their slight necks, expressing their anxiety at this most recent invasion of their realm. On a rotten stump something caught fire, scintillated, but it was not a glowworm or a firefly, but rather one of the myriad Spirits who so love to lure weary, lone travelers to sinister and fateful places in the dead of night.
Vasilisa watched all this with her mouth open, but, despite the fact that her fangs, as sharp as needles, gleamed eerily in the moonlight, she looked fairly bewildered and forlorn.
I beseech you, Hoary Gentleman ,” said Dalana, bowing her head. Render me this service. I swear that one day I will repay my debt to You .
Dalana knew that they had very little time left. She could distinctly hear the rapid breathing of those who pursued them. Very soon they would appear from behind the trees and begin their assault.
At that moment the Grey Raven spread his massive wings.
Marisa clearly saw two dark shadows through the trees. It had to be the two fugitives. She hurried her pace in anticipation of the kill. She would take home two trophies this night. And she would stuff their heads with straw and hang them in her home.
Pavel was about five steps behind Marisa. Arvid was prowling forward to her right. The steely grip of her gun was pleasantly cool against her palm. Marisa held her breath.
A sudden, mysterious gust of wind picked up a piece of turf from the ground by Marisa’s feet and threw it straight into her face. Marisa, who had been caught unawares, skipped to the side and instantly bellowed with pain. Realizing that she had turned her ankle, she tried to keep her balance, but from out of nowhere the wind hit her right in the face, accompanied by clumps of earth.
“What the fuck!” Pavel roared from behind.
Marisa realized that he too had been hit right in the eyes with some wind-tossed dirt. And then suddenly it wasn’t just dirt that was flying at them, but branches, dead leaves, moss and stones as well. Another gust of wind, this time monstrously strong, swept Marisa from her feet. She flopped down onto her back without an ounce of dignity and banged the back of her head against something hard.
“Christ, what the hell is going on?” Pavel yelled, battling his way towards Marisa through the powerful blasts of wind. “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” replied Marisa, getting to her feet. “It seems that someone or something has decided to wreck our plans.”
“It’s a hurricane, damn it,” concluded Arvid, ducking out of the way of a branch as it flew by.
“Hurricanes don’t just come out of nowhere!” objected Marisa, trying to shout over the noise of the wind and rattling branches. Then another flying branch managed to hit Arvid, scratching his forehead.
“You motherfucker!” he cursed.
He meant the branch. Then he roared, “To hell with these flying bloodsuckers and their hurricanes! Let’s get out of here!”
At the other end of the small forest, Dalana could hear the
“I’m afraid of him,” chirped Vasilisa, hiding behind Dalana’s back.
“What did they teach you in school?” said Dalana aloud dryly. “Greet him. Politely,” she added in a tone that brooked no opposition.
“G…Good Evening,” muttered Vasilisa to the Raven, but immediately asked in a whisper, “What kind of thing is he?”
I come to beseech Your Protection , explained Dalana, addressing the Master. Three follow after us. Outsiders from the Human Race. Shelter us against them.
“Whether or not we manage to return to your kin depends largely on him,” said Dalana especially for Vasilisa. “And now be quiet.”
Vasilisa nodded.
Those who are of Humankind are never honored in my House. But Those who, seduced by Long Life, drank from the forbidden chalice are not honored here at all. With you is One of Them. Why should I help you?
The forest around Dalana and Vasilisa literally came to life. A coterie of Forest Men appeared from under the leaves. They rolled their heads on their slight necks, expressing their anxiety at this most recent invasion of their realm. On a rotten stump something caught fire, scintillated, but it was not a glowworm or a firefly, but rather one of the myriad Spirits who so love to lure weary, lone travelers to sinister and fateful places in the dead of night.
Vasilisa watched all this with her mouth open, but, despite the fact that her fangs, as sharp as needles, gleamed eerily in the moonlight, she looked fairly bewildered and forlorn.
I beseech you, Hoary Gentleman ,” said Dalana, bowing her head. Render me this service. I swear that one day I will repay my debt to You .
Dalana knew that they had very little time left. She could distinctly hear the rapid breathing of those who pursued them. Very soon they would appear from behind the trees and begin their assault.
At that moment the Grey Raven spread his massive wings.
Marisa clearly saw two dark shadows through the trees. It had to be the two fugitives. She hurried her pace in anticipation of the kill. She would take home two trophies this night. And she would stuff their heads with straw and hang them in her home.
Pavel was about five steps behind Marisa. Arvid was prowling forward to her right. The steely grip of her gun was pleasantly cool against her palm. Marisa held her breath.
A sudden, mysterious gust of wind picked up a piece of turf from the ground by Marisa’s feet and threw it straight into her face. Marisa, who had been caught unawares, skipped to the side and instantly bellowed with pain. Realizing that she had turned her ankle, she tried to keep her balance, but from out of nowhere the wind hit her right in the face, accompanied by clumps of earth.
“What the fuck!” Pavel roared from behind.
Marisa realized that he too had been hit right in the eyes with some wind-tossed dirt. And then suddenly it wasn’t just dirt that was flying at them, but branches, dead leaves, moss and stones as well. Another gust of wind, this time monstrously strong, swept Marisa from her feet. She flopped down onto her back without an ounce of dignity and banged the back of her head against something hard.
“Christ, what the hell is going on?” Pavel yelled, battling his way towards Marisa through the powerful blasts of wind. “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” replied Marisa, getting to her feet. “It seems that someone or something has decided to wreck our plans.”
“It’s a hurricane, damn it,” concluded Arvid, ducking out of the way of a branch as it flew by.
“Hurricanes don’t just come out of nowhere!” objected Marisa, trying to shout over the noise of the wind and rattling branches. Then another flying branch managed to hit Arvid, scratching his forehead.
“You motherfucker!” he cursed.
He meant the branch. Then he roared, “To hell with these flying bloodsuckers and their hurricanes! Let’s get out of here!”
At the other end of the small forest, Dalana could hear the
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