- It's a human tale, not a fairy tale. But it was not for nothing that it was invented for children. A person should learn from a young age that it is better to be friends and to unite with other people against the dangers than to watch a predator devour a neighbor, but imagine that the enemy will not get to him.
Darschelle unwittingly threw it away, agreeing with the fairy. Miri was glad that she got such a language teacher. Sincere and humane. Not a witch-like Orshava. Castale looked at his girlfriend and slightly attached her by the shoulders. They looked like a beautiful couple.
Castale was inferior in growth and addition to the handsome Kodorro - low, stocky. But he was confident and strong - despite his youth. She was walking, fragile, but brave, not afraid to go against her monsignor and pull Miri out of prison, seemed to be defenseless next to him. And at the same time - as if behind a stone wall. They were perfect for each other.
- On Mercan, children are told other fairy tales," Castale said. - They teach not to be friends and to unite, but to be wary and not to turn their backs on people. After all, everyone around you sleeps and sees how to put a dagger between your shoulder blades.
Mirielle looked at him as if he had hit her.
- You have a terrible world, a terrible life! If I could go back!
She covered her face with her hands. Tears flowed between her fingers. Codorro took a step towards her, raised his hand, about to hold her... and froze uncertainly. Darschelle whipped up a raging makeup and made a sign with her hand - come on, comfort!
The muscular hand lay on the shoulders of the fairy.
- Miriel... Not everyone on Mercan is like Doramon. Believe me. We also know how to be kind... to take care of... to love. Even Randu. If there's anything we can do to make it easier for you among us, just say the word. I can't see you like this. I swear I will do my best to make you smile!
Miri raised her crying face. Codorro's brown eyes looked kindly and courteously. She smiled through her tears.
- Thank you... Thank you all, my good ones. I know you are good. If it weren't for you, I'd be crazy here.
She clung to the young magician's chest and then pulled away and kissed him. She felt the tension and fossilization of Codorro's body. Miri looked into his eyes. The man was looking behind her back somewhere.
Turned around, the fairy met with the black look of Arelato. A crazy look.
- It's good to see you in good company, Miriel.
The low voice that used to envelop you with charming velvet is now cutting like a dagger. Beneath the bushy eyebrows, there was a raging devil's haze in his eyes. This look, from the depths of hell, turned to Shel with Miri.
- Darschel's novice. You broke the teacher's order. There is only one punishment for this crime. By the power of the Grand Master, I banish you from the Order of Randu.
Probably Miri doesn't know Cordillia well yet. Arelato could not say what she heard. Even this Arelato is not a man, but an angry demon. Chase Darschelle away, who loves him? For pulling Miri out for a walk?
Tears flowed down her cheeks. She fell to her knees.
- Monsieur... please... Forgive me. Punish me any way you like, I'll tear it down. Don't drive out... I beg you.
Miri rushed to her friend, tried to lift her off her knees.
- Shel, don't humiliate yourself in front of him! It is worse for him - he will be left without such a great witch! And you don't need this order, it's better without it! You will get married, children of the people...
Miri got hurt when she looked at the Castle. Again she hurried with ridiculous consolations. Shel had a beloved man here. Having lost Randu, she will lose him too.
Darschelle escaped from the fairy's arms, went to Arelato, and was about to crawl back to him, humiliatingly wriggling.
- I beg you, monsieur... I am guilty, but let me atone! Order is my life. I can't do it any other way.
The darkness in Arelato's eyes seemed to have calmed down. He kept silent for two seconds, looking at two men and two girls. A crushed, reptile Darschelle. Castale, pale as death, could hardly hold back so as not to rush to her. Codorro with trembling hands. He was the only one who had ever seen the Grand Master slip away after a battle. He recognized the darkness of madness that covered the eyes of Arelato.
Finally, Miriel. The fearless, desperate, daring fairy stood between him and Darschela as if she were covering herself with her friend. Thin and straight as a stretched string.
Arelato felt the fury of the recoil pulsating and bubbling in him, wanting to crumple the reed, lay it on the floor, seize right here, in front of everyone. I don't care what happens next. I don't care about Randy, about Doramon. The rage and desire have caught the mind of the Grand Master.
- The decision is invariable," he minted. - You will leave the residence through the lift bridge. I forbid you to take any property with you.
And here both men, Castale and Kodorro, shouted. Darschel herself shaken and fell to her knees.
- Monsignor... - whispered to Castale. - Won't you open the portal?