- I can not believe!. And you look...
- I know. It is all a damned Ether! We with the father lived in Memnone, sacred capital of Amorijsky empire.
- A-a, it is that city which we name Helgardom.
- Yes, you call him "the Harm City". And you are right! For there, in Memnone, the power of Empire of Monsters is born.
There Crystal Mountain, crystals-efirity, there the Ether star there extract shines over the Fate Temple... It shines and amazes
all and all around, from dead stones to animals and people. About, an aether life-giving! You think, the aether is only the
blessing? You think, the aether is a gratuitous force, these are cars, moving in itself, these are guns which do not need to be
charged, think, it is favour of gods?! N-yes, favour!. We with the father have lived in teopolise five years... In the Sacred City
that in thickness of Crystal Mountain is hidden... The few maintain so much! We studied sciences... Also have
comprehended true... That true which boors have called heresy! The aether has revenged us: yes, me only twenty two, and
I look the deep aged man! However about what I am not sorry: pernicious radiation of the Ether only a body has amazed
mine, and soul has cleared! I became free; I swear, in the years I have more lived on freedom, than all my relatives for
I would like still very much and very many to tell to this noble young man who has sent to us Supreme, - but in it it is a high
time the key gnash at doors was heard. I have been compelled to say goodbye to the prince and to disappear.
The poor creature the barbarian! He and has not comprehended, what miracle I have got into its dungeon, - and the more
so have not understood, how I from it have disappeared.
The father considers, it even is good: mystery an essence the power and when all is clear, for the power of a place is not
present. The power is required to us soon. We have understood conditions and have understood how to create from Varga
the tool of our revenge to avatars.
Really the ideal tool! His hands we will pave for millions road to justice, freedom, happiness.
My father has counted up that factors of our success have developed in best of three combinations with superfluous
- We will be perfect cretins if we will not take advantage so of a good situation, - the father spoke...
* * * The pig-iron door with an awful gnash was opened. Varg, not in time yet to depart from a meeting with a live phantom
of young Ulpina, was struck dumb looked at the new strange phenomenon. The prince saw in a doorway of baron Faldra,
the chief of ducal guards, and two more knights. They accompanied the girl... The Thin camp under a traditional Gallic dress
-shirt, small hands, the correct face form noted by aristocratism, a direct nouse, hair are hidden under a head scarf, the big
eyes which have swelled from tears...
Uvidav Varga, the girl was pulled out forward and has dropped to rods of a steel lattice.
- The favourite!. My favourite! You are live, what happiness! Baron Faldr has tactfully shut a door from that party, leaving
the prince alone with the wife.