Book: Treasure Of Harald

- What do you want?
- To wish you a good night's sleep.
- Wow! Broke in, woke up, and now for the good sleep wishes!

- Will you stay?
How will I stay? Again the fight will be.
- Would you - would not fight. I'm in the jewel will turn in the hand will carry - no one will notice.

Sooner or later we all get to seven stop of the earth! And I'll take as many as eight, because I'm still a king!

I always win. I take out the jug of white stone, even if there were some black.

And wanted to say so much that thoughts were buzzing and, like people running from a burning house through a narrow door, only prevented each other out.

Thought it was easy? The native priest and the other faithful will be in the mud to mess, and you're like a Princess of Constantinople, on a gold pillow to sit? We have gold pillows, but without the mud, we can

- And you, sister, tough... You want me to be your... Savinovich to his Viking gods sent?
Dead it to all of us much better than alive

Found everything... and glory, and goodness amassed. Only the conscience shows where across the seas dropped, and now picked to be - but does not know where.

- Oh, you're jealous. Harald smiled. - Honestly, I was happy, but it's unnecessary. And so I prefer you to all women in the world. And if need be, in order to get you, I'll pretend to be dead and lie in the coffin.
I promise that when you lay in your coffin, I come to mourn you - encouraged by his Elisava. - But first make sure you never rise again.

Even if there really was a gold mine, I still would have saved you. The gold in the world a lot. Lose it - will produce other, my sword and my squad is with me. But if I lost you... there is no Other such in the world. You are my best treasure. And gold here at anything.

He might, for the first time, defeated the strongest enemy is yourself and your own temper, proud and unyielding. Harald admitted himself defeated, and it was a big win, even though he didn't understand.

Dry heat protoplennoy housing, the usual smell of sheepskins held her, thinking about Harald's filled with happiness - all this makes a poor, sweltering, sooty hut more beautiful than the king's house, and Elisava was happier than any Byzantine Princess, reclining on a gold bed canopy aksamitov.

See, Magnus will have to look for another bride. And all her old desire to marry Magnus was nothing but a deception - she thought only of Harald and wanted to annoy him, and I almost annoy myself.

- I've conquered all the country of Nordland, Norway, Denmark, Sweden...
- Sweden is not necessary.
- Okay, let's leave uncle Ananda alone.