Personally, I without fear touched any of the books. It was not even necessary to go to the library, it was worth only to wish, and the desired book itself turned out to be in front of me on the table and revealed on the required page. So now I looked at one of the volumes without much interest. The pages turned over themselves. A sideline observer could seem that the wind turned them.
Rose gradually began to get used to the fact that the most ordinary problems here were solved in some incomprehensible way. All, ranging from cooking and ending with cleaning and heating of the rooms, happened by itself. Rose did not see if I began to burn the fireplace or I lit the candles, but, nevertheless, it was warm in the castle, and the lighting has never been excessive or too weak.
Color illustration flashed in unusually bright kaleidoscope. Fancy ominous symbols alternated with simple letters, and those and others were the same for me easily understandable. It was worth learning foreign languages, whether an ancient one or a dialect of a neighboring country and it became for me as my own. Therefore, I guessed I felt everywhere at home. It was not difficult to me to speak in foreign languages, on the contrary, the sound of foreign language words was strangely pleasant. At least some variety.
Rose, as far as I understood, hated two things: embroidery and studying other people’s languages, because she was taught against her will. It suffered her pride. I shared her belief that bad teachers could inspire hatred for the most interesting subject. Prince, bless the Lord his negligence, rarely tried to explain something to me, therefore he did not have time to distract an independent student from curiousness. I still haven’t tried to become a mentor, but I was sure that if I became, I would be able to breathe in the student a love for my dark art.
Another young lady could be imagined as a gift a basket with knitting, a set of needles, threads, or in extreme cases of a necklace. But if I tried to impose Rose as a gift an embroidery, she would at least be offended. She needed quite another.
Therefore, I picked up for her in arsenal the most elegant and light musket, a sword with hilt, snapped with small diamonds. And I also rashly promised to teach her fencing, as if I did not know that the acquired skill she would always have time to apply against me. Of course, she was able to fence, she managed to take a few lessons of fencing by the father. But she, like me, always sought more. Once I was one of the best knights, I neglected the education, but overnight everything has changed. The hand, accustomed to the sword, could not adapt to the feather, but during the captivity I was so young and reckless, that I believed the explanations of the prince about my great destination. Therefore, I hated him, he managed to deprive me of freedom of choice, but could not deprive me of my pride.
«You have a beautiful ring,» I noticed.
«It’s pretty hard,» Rose frowned painfully.
«Why don’t you take it off?»
«I can’t,» a concise answer, and after him a short scribe of thought «Surely, the scar will remain.» Did I manage to catch her thought. Having dropped to the side all the tricks, I independently turned the page and pretended to read.
«I tried to use soap, but, alas,» Rosa made a theatrical sigh. «It is necessary to resort to the extreme method, take something sharp, say, a razor, but there is no single razor.»
«It isn’t simply needed here.»
«There is no scissors here too. Don’t you never cut your nails.»
«Actually…» I almost blurted out «No», but I restrained on time and transferred a look at my even elongated, but seemingly well-kept nails. They grew only in those terrible cases, which Rose was better not to observe, and then they did not grow at all, as well as the hair. For me it was quite usually, but people would certainly have any questions: why he was not such as we, there was something wrong.
«If you need scissors, I will find somewhere,» under the «somewhere» was meant in the first house, where there were no owners or in the inexhaustible reserves of Percy, who has repeatedly managed to circumvent other housing before me.
«I didn’t say that I needed something definite, I just looked for something acute. The sword is too large, besides, no one even bother to sharpen it.»
«Indeed?» I somehow did not think very about it, I was accustomed to the fact that in the castle the steel did not rust, I could not to check the sharpness of the blade. For a long time there was no case of challenge to a duel. Recently, I mostly accounted for any other skills, but not the military.
«It will fit,» Rose extended a thin hand and with amazing ease pulled out from me a dagger of the belt.
«Do not cut yourself!»
Rose, probably, believed that it was better to lose her finger than life, but I didn’t share her opinions, so the dagger’s handle slipped out and hit at the table.
«I am quite ingenious to come up with a less painful way,» I explained, unlikely turned the next page and noticed an unfamiliar illustration. That is, I did not remember that I had met it in this book before. I saw it somewhere in the forest. I remembered everything almost immediately, I even remembered that I did a notch exactly in the very place where it is drawn in the picture. «In the memory of our meeting,» then I said, took an ax, rushed across the trunk, and the tree responded with a long deaf moan. In the picture, everything was repeated to the smallest details and even what I did not notice when I was under the tree. Then I just felt the presence of some kind of hidden strength, but I did not guessed the source. Under the roots in loose porous soil was some kind of metal. For a long time under the tree, among the same woven network roots, I managed to find a treasure, but this time nothing pointed to the treasures buried in the forest. In the ground was a sword. The sword with a long wide even slightly rusted blade was confused in the roots.
Henry was then hurt. Until now, it was unclear why he needed to turn round next to this tree and why Odil executed the guilty maid there. I would never have guessed, but as usual, the book gave answers to everything. Who else could I ask the advise? I lovingly stroked the book.
«Do you know what is happening now in your homeland?»
«I guess,» Rose said sadly. «Shooting, death, battle. A war can cause damage no less than his raid.»
She again replaced the word «dragon» by pronoun. Maybe she simply did not want to call evil by name and most likely it simply seemed to me that instead of «His» she wanted to say «yours.»
«If you could put an end to war, would you do it?»
«Yes, probably,» she uncertainly shook her thin shoulders. «But I can not.»
«But I can,» I closed the book. «At least it seems to me that I can.»
«Is it profitable for you?»
«Do you think I can only help someone from the benefit?»
«I don’t know,» Rose whispered with a sigh, and our eyes met.
Suddenly I caught the sounds of someone’s unexpected presence at the bottom floor in the spacious castle hall. There was only Vincent. He had been frightened before and began to ask me about the permission to stay in the castle at