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As loyal, I have fallen on one knee. It seemed to me, something presses on my head. There can be light? - But I was ready and for a crown - the truth, I did not aspire to it.- has pointed a finger at my party.
- Leave! Is there was an order, but it has been painted by fear notes. Its voice has increased pressure upon me. If it was firm, I would be compelled to leave and we never would incorporate.
- Diana! - when I did not obey, Gateja has turned again to an altar over which the sparkling column hung.
I could see it, but is not clear. Any person could not consider this figure. But then in this dazzling light the figure of the harmonous woman was allocated. Her face was similar to person Gatei - same proud, closed. It was correct to to what has decided to devote a life.
- Diana! - Gateja has again shouted.
The person became colder, on him the shade of animosities, hostility has flashed. I have suddenly recollected that Diana can kill the one who will attempt upon its servant without the consent of the girl.
I wished to ask help, but have understood that it will not be. With it I should consult most.
- Diana! - can, I was mistaken? In a voice of Gatei there were interrogative notes, it was not so unshakable, so unapproachable any more.
From a cup spirals the gold fog - a fog of colour of clothes of Gunnory rose upwards. Then the fog became amber and intoxicating aroma has filled space between us.
- Diana... - Gateja has not shouted any more, it has made a purring sound. Now she has already turned away from a silver figure to see me. I have started talking, and these words have come from my memory where were stored from time immemorial which anybody for a long time already did not remember.
- The field waits for a seed. The power of the lady has ploughed a field. The one who can clear a field that then has ripened a crop which will recover a body, reason and soul has come.
- has moved to me. One irresolute step, then another. Its internal struggle was reflected in its person. I held a cup, waited. A choice. The choice was behind it. I could not insist. She should come to me.
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