Character: Mstislav

If I betray him [sister], will try to take at least this yotunov Derevlany, not to mention Kiev, I will curse the gods and ancestors! What luck are you waiting for on the trail of betrayal?

"Too clever you believe them!" - in the heat of the dispute threw it to him. "Judge for yourself, coldly replied the brother. - So true".

Mistina even turned a little pale. This squint Sigge was for him as a sign of its past. Fifteen years ago, because he thought that any husband of the niece prophetic has no less reason to become Prince of Kiev than Ingvar. But these ambitious claims Mistina refused. We understood that for a true strengthening of the Russian state is necessary to preserve the Union with Northern lands where ruled and ruled by cousins of Ingvar. Combining their forces, they have achieved a lot; trying to snatch a piece, would ruin everything.
- I once... a long time ago... saw it, he said, trying to pull myself together, as three or four of them tried to divide the road romeyskoy cloak, who took Peresecina. They pulled his friend from a friend of the owner, while not broke, got dragged through the mud, so he only dog in the litter was suitable, and then fought. And left without all the cloak and beaten face. I would not want to see my sister Ingvar and I have become like this the bad.
- Who the truth is wanted to own this cloak was simply to kill all the others, - has unperturbably noticed Siggi Sachs. - A fool and share stupid.

Bravery is not all benefit: a smart man with courage is paving the way to the top, and the arrogant fool is digging his own hole.

- Gadima you that the Chara was surrounded by? - friendly and only slightly mockingly called Mistina when the noise after the Prince's shout subsided. - Grab my - and jokingly held out to the side of the table squad own gold-plated Cup with gemstones, too, of romeyskoy production. These served only the confidant of the Prince. - I'm not sorry. Do you want your coat - he even took the lapel of crimson silk, as if intending to remove, if you feel left out. We are brothers, we have the same mother - Russkaya Druzhina, and one father is a Russian Prince. Prince Ingvar. And until we stand up for each other like brothers, all the gold and all colored dress from Berko to Serkland will be ours. And you thinks biting each other - not hold and canvas pants on my ass! And many, many people are waiting for our svar, as the greatest happiness for themselves.

- You are a Prince of Russia, who killed Askold? asked Mstislav, and went forward.
- Yes, it's me, politely and almost friendly, said odd, and the courtesy of the Scarecrow any more hostility, because it was complete confidence in his superiority.