COMPUTER NOVELLA
(C) Berezin, g.Kolpashevo.
FIDELITY KNIGHT TIMES
(The game KNIGHT LORE).
Cases of bygone days,
With ancient.
(Pushkin)
This happened when not translated yet into the world
dragons, good and evil wizards, elves and dwarfs, when powerful
kings kept locked in high stone towers, its beauties,
daughters, beautiful princesses, and brave knights freed them
destroying along the way witches and Kashcheev ... In those
days, a flying carpet was not unusual, and found in the woods
was a werewolf simpler than a squirrel.
It was about this case I want to tell you today. You
may have heard of the brave
Traveller past times,
Sir Sabrevulfe? No? Well,
hear. This venerable sir
became famous in the centuries that
walked around and toured many countries and
seen a lot of people. Nowhere and
he had never parted with
his long sword, which
always getting him out of difficult
situations ... However, once
it still turned out to be worthless, and Sir Sabrevulf was in
such a mess ... However, all
in order.
Once, returning from
next trip, sir Sabrevulf wandered into the thick dark
forest. And the further he walked on the forest, so thick that
he became. And yet the night was coming - Hectic time, and who
knows What evil could lurk in the
these bush? Did not know this and
our knight, but in vain, or else he would have walked the
forest side, because the evil spirits and the forest really was
full of roots to tops. However, turning back was
late, and Sir Sabrevulf stopped for the night. Chop saber
dry twigs, he built a fire and
hung above him on a spit greasy duck, a wounded the day before.
And what do you want?
"Breakfast of the tourist" in those days had not yet learned
to do. A hearty supper, sir Sabrevulf wondered what he should
do further. Years of experience tells us that it would not hurt
to put hours on the night. Looking around, he could not find
anyone nearby who could have done it with this business better
than himself - especially if we take into account the the fact
that he was alone.
A Did you, dear
the reader to sit up all night without
sleep in a burning fire in the dark
forest after a long day of heavy road? Have not tried? And do
not try. Take my word - it is not easy. That is why it is no
wonder that by midnight, Sir Sabrevulfa overcame the same
dream. And, perhaps he had slept till
the morning, if not light a bonfire attracted the attention of
running by a werewolf on her way. Seeing the fire Sleep human
werewolf scary surprise. Yes, yes, surprised. And what would
you feel if would see something like that,
say, in your garden?
All werewolves are cunning and treacherous,
and this also was no exception.
He even did not occur to push apart Sir Sabrevulfa and ask what
he was doing in his woods. No! Werewolf acted differently.
Silently crept behind, he
suddenly lashed out at Sir Sabrevulfa! Meanly, you say?
Meanly. But, then he and a werewolf.
Fortunately, saved Sir Sabrevulfa that just at this
the time he rolled over, and jaw a werewolf, is
focused on the carotid artery,
closed on the shoulder of the venerable
knight. Instantly awake,
Sir noticed straight ahead
a pair of red eyes and without hesitation, he punched
tochnehonko Intermedia them! Goon punch werewolf tossed into
the fire, which is pretty spoiled his nice gray skin, and it
was the object of his pride - not every werewolf could boast
such a great skin! Well, What nonsense, you say, stroking his
ball or Bobby on a fluffy coat. And it is no nonsense! After
all, not a werewolf was not a good host or hostess caring or
warm carpet in the hallway. I'm not talking about what the
werewolf had to independently produce their own food - nobody
fed him "Peedigri Paloma!
But I digress. As described
time werewolf last thing you want to discuss with Sir
Sabrevulfom their sad fate. Getting out of the fire, he pressed
his his burnt tail and ran away, deafening thicket sad
squeal. The enemy was him
not able to do.
And our knight, smeared the wounds of
Teeth Werewolf medicinal ointments,
do not fall asleep until morning. C
dawn he left his quarters, carefully extinguish the remnants of
fire (for he was a cultured
many of today's tourists and even
never threw on halts empty cans!). K
noon he went out in the woods,
and ... then we could finish this story, but imagine what a
surprise it was Sir Sabrevulfa when he discovered that the real
adventure has just begun!
You, dear reader, may not have to know, but werewolves have
one very unpleasant property. If bitten by a werewolf
man, that man himself
become a werewolf. Here's what happened with Sir Sabrevulfom.
Having discovered this unpleasant fact (and
He showed up with the onset of
the first night!), our knight
quickly began to seek ways and
means to get rid of
this horrible spell. Pretty soon, he learned that the best
results in the removal of evil Enchant reached a famous magician
Melchior, who lived alone in
huge castle somewhere in the woods
Western Europe. On the same day
Sir Sabrevulf went to
way.
A couple of months he found
Finally, Melchior castle, situated on the broad river.
Later in this place was
built the city of Paris. But in those
times there was nothing except a vast intricate
castle. Freely penetrated inside, sir Sabrevulf took up the
search wizard.
If you believe that wander through the medieval castles -
pure pleasure, it is deeply misguided. Castle Melchior was just
full of all sorts of traps and traps designed to protect the
owner from the unclean forces. Good man they may be, and have
not touched would be, but one of Sir Sabrevulfa
was imposed curse - he was
werewolf! Oh, and he had the same
sweat before he got to the apartment Melchior!
Just at that moment the magician cooked in a huge cauldron
miraculous drug that can heal the bites of werewolves.
Naturally, he only sought an opportunity to try out the action
medication at some werewolf (I must say, Melchior totally did
not recognize any preliminary experiments in mice
and rats). And when Sir Sabrevulf appeared in the doorway,
painfully recalling how should be called a magician -
"Your Honour" or simply
"Sir magician" - Melchior, not
waiting for any greetings
directly asked:
- Uh-uh ... Venerable Knight
case you are not a werewolf?
At that Sir Sabrevulf answered honestly:
- Yes!
- Oh, what luck! - Melchior
swab dipped a little brew and held a knight. - Drink!
Sir Sabrevulf drank - and immediately
thickly covered with gray fur.
The drug had no effect. Melchior chewed his lip.
- You know, probably not enough
hydrocyanic acid. Could not
you search it here in the castle? I
would be very happy, but I'm afraid
foothills ...
Sir Sabrevulf nodded fanged muzzle and went on to
searches. But he still left to do?
... In those days Pharmacy profession was not yet known, and
some enthusiastic pharmacists like Melchior, worked without
prescriptions blending components in the eye. So
Melchior and enrolled with the contents of the bottle, brought
by Sir Sabrevulfom. Thoroughly mix the liquid in the pot, he
filed a knight second drug test tube. Critically looking at the
results achieved and twirling the tip of the gray beard on his
finger, Melchior thoughtfully offered:
- Hmmm ... Something else is missing ...
And as soon as the knight awoke,
again sent him in search of missing components. Difficult
it was a lesson, even for the experienced traveler, as
Sir Sabrevulf. But in the end, each adventure comes to an end,
and this is the last component has been thrown into the cauldron
Last sir Sabrevulf sipped from a test tube ... and spell
disappeared, as if it had never
was!
Warm goodbye to the owner of the castle, the knight went to
the search for new adventures ...
Y-yes, such things happen here in olden times. Now too
Peace is not the one that first: tell
me, well, where you now find
live mermaid? That's just it, and in those
times they may be a minnow
catch, and certainly believe those to me, pecking, that your
carp! Take though the same Sir Sabrevulfa.
However, that's enough for today stories! Tell you how
something in another time. And yet, dear
reader - before the meeting.
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