As pathfinders have shown, Kir has solved in time a plan lidijtsev and has set an army around almost impassable, but safe
tracks. Having comprehended sense of dexterous maneuver of the ally, Valtasar has stopped before an input in fatal gorge,
constantly threatening rebels and without allowing to turn it a back. It is necessary to find only a way to inform on this Kiru.
While the tsar stood in the camp enclosed with a stone fence and as prophet Daniel advised, waited, without going "into
mountain tracks".
Its tent surrounded with tents of bodyguards, was full. Commanders of the groups making sorties in mountains, reported on
results of searches. The tsar listened, nodding, from time to time specifying something at the entrusted adviser, and aged
man Amerdat sitting at some distance quickly wrote on wax tablets. Terrible soldiers of Scythian guards steadfastly watched
movements being in a tent, and to anybody during this moment there was no business to the three soldiers protecting an
input.
All develops more, than successfully, silently told one of them with clear, dark blue eyes unusual to the burning brunette. The
campaign has, of course, happened in time. From here to the chamber of transition no more than fifteen miles.
On a straight line, the navigator has corrected the commander of crew. And and all twenty five will be.
Not important, Ralf Carlson has waved away. The main thing that we can reach today the chamber and leave on Base.
Only it is cautious, hardly it is audible the commander of Scythian guards reminded. In mountains full lidijtsev. Dli them you not
boat crew, and I not the agent of Institute. And stones and arrows in this world operate the same as and in ours.
To hell! The pilot frowned. We cannot stand here eternally. And each step on this your Imperial road will postpone only us
from the purpose.
I remember it, swung a head of Ruslan Karahanov. I will try to go with you on investigation today, and further...
Clearly, the navigator has smiled, precisely to it have promised the big piece of a pie, we will write off on fighting losses.
Something like that, was confirmed with the Scythian.
Leaving Babylon, Nammu amused itself shy hope that was he in night a phantom will need to wait it in apartments of an
imperial palace. Really, unless it could not mistake in a drunken condition, unless there could not be it any courtier of times
Navuhodonosora strangled in the same rooms?