Emissaries 1, 2, 3 parts. Complete collection
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The city of tyna-Java lived its turbulent life. Trade, as in many other cities, was the main craft. Carts with food from many settlements gathered here. The Tyn – Java in fact represent a large market. There was no production here, only mediation, pimping, in short, all that is now called entrepreneurship. Money is loved and valued more than life. Deception, forgery, embellishment and concealment of flaws – all this was an integral part of every day. From day to day there was little change until a tall man appeared at the gates of the city, standing out from the crowd.
His clothes were different. No one in tyna-Java has ever seen such a style before. His appearance was also different from the others. People no different, deep tan, and the natives looked white. His face expressed calmness, confidence, strength and at the same time – humility. The faces of aboriginal people in the majority didn't hide sly smiles, false dobrodosli and traces of ignorance reflected in many actions and thoughts.
– Oh, brother, look how much fruit, meat and overseas food, I can tell you're tired and hungry. Come on in, sit down, now we will arrange everything-going to the traveler, voiced Barker Inn at the gate of the city.
The man smiled back.
– Strange language, pointed to himself and said to clean the local:
– Thanks, brother, I'm not hungry. Good trade to you and richer clients.
The man stepped into the city.
Shill never heard such a refusal before. He noted for himself that this stranger is very unusual.
– Uh, wait-he called out to the man-what's your name, brother?
The man smiled again, then softly but clearly said:
– Achord…
Having passed to the Central square, the man saw on the edge of the road of the poor begging for alms. He noticed that on the other side of the road is a bakery and drew attention to what money is calculated with the Baker residents and visiting traders. They used large coins as currency exchange. Taking out of his pocket a few coins, the man bought in the shop two bursting with heat rolls sprinkled with poppy seeds, went to the poor man and sat down next.
What's up, buddy? he turned to the half-asleep beggar.
He did not realize that the appeal addressed to him. Wide-eyed, he looked around and saw that beside him sits a strong man of eye-catching appearance, smiling and holding out his bun.
– Thank you, raspy voice replied wretches, accepting the gift. He immediately began to deal with it, cautiously looking at the unusual neighbor. He was sitting there and as if nothing had happened, eating a loaf of bread, and then, meeting my eyes with the startled glances of passersby.
The poor man very quickly ate his bun and inquiringly, with gratitude, awkwardness and embarrassment looked at his neighbor, who had only a couple of times to bite the muffin. The Walker, right, felt the look, turned and, realizing what was happening – handed the beggar his almost untouched food.
He took her and just as quickly eaten.
– What brings you to our city, if not a secret? after some time he heard a squeaky voice man.
– No secret. I live by traveling to different cities and countries. I see who lives what.
Why would you?
– I love life in all its manifestations, admire, admire it.
The poor man nodded in surprise but approval.
What are you doing here?
– The fate of this… sadly, stretched out on the exhale source.
– And you're okay with it?
The poor fellow smiled slyly and replied.:
– I guess so, if that's the way it is.
– Apparently-Yes – – downcast eyes, repeated traveler, then suddenly rigidly asked:
– And will until my last day to sit on the square and beg?
I see you have a sentence more interesting? the poor man asked hopefully in his eyes.
"Come, Archinus, let us do a better job," said the wanderer, standing up and extending his hand to the poor man.
The poor man stood up, gritting his knees, stretched, stretched his little hips, then stared at his companion, but not asked the question about how he knows his name. The last time he heard him called twelve years ago, was the day his wife died.
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Achord did not skimp on charity. He gave enough means to his new acquaintance to ensure that he brought himself in order. And the next morning, at the door of the cabin where the Yacht stopped, there was a knock.
– Not locked, please come in – there was a powerful, but friendly voice.
When the door opened, the light illuminated the unusual face of the Archinus. Yes, he was dressed as a Shah, combed and shaved, he was younger than twenty years, but most of all it stood out gracious person.
– Good morning, Archinus, come in, now let us to drink tea.
"Tell me, master, why did you believe me?" the visitor asked, sitting beside the Yacht.
– What kind of master am I? You're a free man, don't demean yourself. Are you asking why I fed you yesterday, gave you money and demanded nothing in return?
– Yes, I do not understand, especially since I could hide with the money and not come to you today.
– You can leave me at any time as desired, and the money I can give you more if you need it.
– But why? Who are you? Why are you helping me?
Achord smiled.
– Don't worry, dear friend, I am sincerely glad that you are here now, in a beautiful external and internal arrangement. I'll answer your questions, but after we eat. Eating is not desirable to combine with a conversation, otherwise the food loses most of its nutrients and the conversation is perceived in half. Attention dissipates, and many little things are overlooked. And the little things do not matter much…
Archinus my eyebrows, knowing that it begins to lose the idea, or rather, what had failed her new friend.
– Because they decide everything! – finished the Yacht.
After the tea ceremony, the Archinus received answers to his questions.
– I'm not just helping you. I came here to help – it's my mission. By the way, you came here for the same.
– Here? The cabin?
Down here.
Archinus chewed his lips in a troubled smile. Crazy this man was clearly not similar, in his words, felt the truth, some tranquility, freedom.