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Pink wine, all coiling and throwing on it short and sharpSights. The young soldier has assumed a dignified air, has drunk a bowl, and immediately For-asht has poured
The second. It has given up as a bad job, refusing, and has dumped lying on the brink
Table a bronze disk. Having hit about floor plates, bronze has rung out loudly and
Lingeringly. Very soon at a door from temple pass knock was distributed. On a sign
To grid. Having brought a hand to a forehead, it was straightened and has passionlessly taken a view
The present.
- Ah! That you have done! - Tais to the soldier has told. - now I should go!
it has not noticed a reproach, being slowly lifted from a seat. He looked,
Without coming off, on a black priestess as though Aphrodite was to it in foam
The seas and shine of stars. Even the Athenian the sensation of alien force has disturbed, something
Not absolutely human. Proceeding from the strange woman as if it was
Remained indifferent to admiration it, has slightly inclined a head, and
As if dark lightnings have departed from its huge eyes, finishing a victim. The young man
Has reddened, all blood has rushed to it to a head. It has lowered a sight, Having delayed on strong feet with surprisingly correct it. A priestess, Sparkling sharp mirror-metal nails, has cast away a black lock, Opening, as before fight, gloomy and a beautiful face.
it, usually far with jealousy, could not transfer, that one of Its soldiers at it bent as a thin branch.
- For-asht, you will offer Likofonu still wines? Perhaps, he will want
To eat? We will go, - she has carelessly nodded to a black priestess who has smiled
Fluently and indulgently, having sent to the young soldier, one more long, all
Promising sight.
it wished to pass forward, but a priestess, and without having told words,
Has slipped in pass and has fast gone without looking back. Only at the blocking
Corridor of a lattice she has waited the hetera, calling the chained door-keeper,
Rolling in hardly shined niche on an armful of a dry grass. It not
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