Book: The Word Isti. Book 1

How can survive the state built as a perfect military machine?
- In war - not thinking, I blurted out.
- Continuous war, - nodded scaron. - Among themselves or with some external enemy - doesn't matter. For our people the importance of war itself, as a fact. Scaroni live it. They like it. They do not see any other life except to become a warrior and die for the glory of his Clan. It is an honor. This is important. It is a great honour... but not for us, you know?

I was a student. Doing little by little all that was available and that parents believed - it is imperative to know the young girl. Painted, danced, sang a little bit... the usual. And only one, perhaps, different from their peers...
- Curiosity? - suggested the king.
Exactly. It led me at one point, one of high roof, which was the beginning of my troubles.
- Why the roof? - he asked, delicately Ossipov another berry.
- I was wondering - I smiled wryly. - It's interesting to be on the edge, you know? When you stand very high, when no one near, when fingertips already hanging over the precipice, but you suddenly realize: here it is, real freedom. Before you lie all the way. All the roads from the worst, leading to bare asphalt, to the most incredible of which even the dream is impossible... one step is everything. One move can change your whole life. Or interrupting her, not allowing even to begin, or... to make it completely different.

- Unless the king can be angry?
- Why not?
The king is a symbol, Your Majesty, - as smoothly I explained. - And the character to be angry is useless. He is supposed to Shine, striking the imagination and inclining the will of others their service. This is his destiny. The ruler of valiona slightly narrowed eyes.
But because a symbol always has to be something else: an idea, a thought or someone's identity. Isn't it?
You are right, Your Majesty. But the idea and the idea is immaterial. Today they are, tomorrow no... they are not good or bad - these makes them only human. However, I was probably too blinded by their glitter, so the man behind him, alas, did not see.
You dare to invoke my wrath, lady, softly said the king, coming very close.
- Excuse me, Your Majesty - again I bowed, at the same time stepping on the step. - I did not want to hurt you.

- Bars, shoo - immediately I hissed, getting rid of Shary on the floor.
Lin, lazily yawning, just lazily crawled and walked in a circle stood on the threshold of the guest.
- There are not edible - seriously I said, chuckling to himself over an indescribable expression of this "guest". - To sharpen their claws not - uncomfortable. Teeth can't scratch it - fragile. And mark also - offense.

Sometimes you don't need to be a magician to see who is in front of you: an honest man or a scoundrel, or noble arches the last villain. You just need to look in the eyes. They say they are the mirror of the soul. And in them, as in a mirror, you can see your own reflection.

- Well. What is a bad lady... and you, by the way, I almost liked it! I wanted to call you Queen of the Ball!!
I stopped abruptly and turned to the jester, who suddenly came up with not such a good idea cheerfully plop on the floor, cross-legged and cross-legged in Turkish.
- By whom?
- The Queen! What changed his mind? - squinted slyly it, but I was not joking. Slowly returning, I sat down so that our eyes were at the same level, and, allowing the dress white flower prostrate at the beautiful parquet floor, said quietly:
- It is not necessary so to belittle me, Mr jester. And no need to assign me unworthy titles. From Tim-Tim's indecent jaw dropped.
What?!!
- Every woman in his heart - Queen, same I said softly. - Therefore, calling lady the Queen just one night, you, Mr. jester, risking her deadly insult. I hope you understand why?
He blinked dumbfounded and couldn't think of anything to say. She asks bewildered:
Well... and downright deadly?
I rapaciously smiled, momentarily returning to the bad image of the Phantom, and softly asked:
- Don't you know, Mr. jester, that women are inherently much more dangerous creatures than men? And ever noticed that sometimes scathing slaps you save only white glove?
Under my heavy eyes just as he jumped, crawled back and stared like a rabbit on a boa. Even paled slightly under the makeup, although I may have imagined it.
- P-why the glove? And why white?
- Not to get dirty - seriously I answered.

You know, Mr. jester, there is an opinion that the fools don't know about their inferiority, so to publicly call me a blockhead can only be a very intelligent man. And that is that out of such a comfortable mask you have the opportunity in the eye and tell you the ugly truth even to the king, not even worth remembering... however, as you wish, sir. If you wish, I won't call you that.

Errey was gone for five years; and, until recently, not particularly thought about returning. However, due to the fact that he killed someone really important. Just... boring he was there. And after Farleon generally dull. Because when unseen dangers every day tickling your nerves, as something silly to refer to reigning in the capital of vanity, as to something meaningful. The farce it is a farce. And the noble class, like it or not, spends all its life in this fake state.

"Borrow" knowledge from the smart Board, ask the wise, and the experience to share with a decent, but only when I become as gray as I am.