time. Iveina, so it was called. Curious name. Sounds like rustling foliage.
«What is your name?»
The boy even embarrassed from the fact that she was interested in his humble person.
«I am Ivor,» he retreated a step back instead of wing, as it should be.
«What is the name of that wizard who made you such a mask?»
Here he was no longer answered, and Iveina laughed in the woolly. Her lips under the golden leaves were not visible. Laughter proceeded, as if from the inside of the statue. Amaranta satellites even did not wake up from it. It seems that they hit the sleepy kingdom.
Or maybe all this dream? And she just sleeps? Amaranta reached for Ivour. He was completely real. And his clothes from soft velvet. And on the palms of the same leaves like at Iveina. And they grew up with the back of the palm, and with outdoor. Grew? Amaranta didn’t believe it too much, but failed to touch them. Ivor snatched his hand.
«I had to tell you something,» said he.
Amaranta looked at him closely from the window of the carriage.
«We welcome you! And… Ivor accurately frowned under the mask, because gold leafs were trembling in eyebrows. He could not remember something important.
«And?» Amaranta suggested.
«Dagda ordered me to tell me something, but I do not remember…»
Dagda? What is the name? Like an ancient pagan god or the ruler of wild tribes. From the politeness Amaranta nodded.
«Do not remember, then do not remember. I’m not angry with you.»
«Oh, you are very generous. Looking at you, I begin to respect mortal girls.»
Well, here he is again for his jokes. He repels about people as if he does not apply to them, but to the race of the gods. For him, this is normal, he, after all, the child could also go. But the adult lady for his back would have to interrupt the draw. If only it is not included in some local traditions of receiving the bride from other people’s edges. There are a variety of wedding rituals in different countries. And in small island kingdoms on holidays, there are even strange rituals. Suddenly, here the masks from leaves are something ritual. It is worth checking out.
«Can you remove the mask?» She asked for Ivor.
«Not now!»
«Why?»
He looked at Iveina
«Why can’t you take it right now? I want to see your face, not a mask.»
Ivor bent to the window of the carriage and whispering a conspiratorial tone.
«It grows into the skin with the sunset.»
So it, however, grows out of skin. Or is he joking? Amaranth managed to tear off one leaf.
«Ouch, it hurts!» Ivor straight screamed.
«Sorry!»
She turns a sparkling leaf in the fingers. He was made of pure gold.
It seems that Ivor really was hurt. His companions at once were alerted and began to remind ready to rush into the battle. Ivor said something to them in an incomprehensible language, and then he turned back to Amaranta. He did not go blood from his chin, although it was from there and a golden leaf was revealed. So, he still did not grow out of the skin, since there is no blood. And pain can be depicted.
«All the mortals are the same jokers,» Ivor’s voice suddenly became no childish but evil and cruel. «There are many troubles from them. They ruin the fields, and the forests are damaged, our flowers are torn, they expel our vassals from all holes. Therefore, we fought. You do not want a new war?»
His words were angry. It seems that from the underground kingdom, the whole rail of terrible monsters warriors is breaking, which to bear numbers. It is standing to pass out, and they will reach the human world in one fell.
Ivor did not talk about anything, but it seemed that he said, and showed.
«Don’t make me angry,» he bounced offended and suddenly disappeared, as if he was not. His companions are no longer visible. The road is empty.
«In vain, you did it,» Infanta said, greedily looking at the golden leaf, which Amaranth spit in her hands.
The grooms began to wake up, her maids too. Amaranta barely managed to prevent them that they need to turn from this road.
«There’s the way to cliff, I was explained by a passing peasant,» she turned out. For some reason, she did not want to tell about the people in golden masks.
Expand the crew turned out to be unexpectedly difficult, as if some creatures were clung to the wheels and did not give to go on. Amaranta seemed that she hears their laughter and even sees how they swing on the axes, trying to pull them out of the wheels. They were frozen and shaggy.
«Do not stick to us!» they were angry.
Only none of the satellites have seen them, besides the horses who tried to flood them with hooves.
The golden web on the left side of the new road, which was able to leave, no one also noticed. But the flickering creatures are crawling along it, or women, whether the spides, gloatingly whispered after Amaranta.
«How good that you arrived! We all welcome you!»
It was worth turning to the rear window of the carriage, and they no longer see them behind. Either the carriage is going too quickly, or a huge web with Arachnes was only an illusion.
Golden game
The king of the elves appeared suddenly. Angus did not expect him to visit right now. And how can he call the guest of the one who originated right from the emptiness on the other side of the table from you.
Just ranked somewhere bells, sounded right above the ear of wonderful voices, and here the elf is already here. Dagda clearly made a moment when Angus remained alone and without servants, and without vassals. Obviously, before appearing to all the inhabitants of the county, he wanted to agree on something with the count personally. But as it turned out, he wanted only to play, and the invisible servants were taken in care that all items disappeared from the table. Instead of them, the gold figures were lined up on the countertop: or chess, or checkers. They moved themselves. They did not need to even touch them. Angus has never become a participant in the game in which it is not necessary to play. Everything is done by yourself.
«I just check the honesty of your intentions,» Dagda admitted, «and see that they are honest.»
«And how can this be seen?» perplexed Angus. Unless the elf knows how to read thoughts in the face.
«They catch all your intentions,» Dagda waved his hand to spinning figures, which resemble golden tornados. His nails were also gold covered with some embossed patterns. You do not need to wear with such nails and rob. Such nails are already as a jewel.
Angus felt not in his place. Although he was sitting
