- You speak: to "finish", instead of to "kill". Means, and that the truth, what it was mortally sick? Varg has seen tears in the
opinion of Sofia - they strange argued with its rigid, persevering tone.
- Your father was my friend. He understood me, and I understood it. He wanted the blessing to this country, and I wanted.
You thought, I have captivated it. No! It it has fascinated me! It has fascinated me the wisdom, in which forces, courage and
true greatness was more than in your boyish arrogance. It did not chase chimeras as you, and did not try to bargain with a
devil. It forced me to make such acts on which I had no right as the responsible politician of Amorijsky empire. Your father
was too great for the barbarous country. He has been doomed from the very beginning. I have killed your father that has not
stopped: it or you...
- I am ready to replace the father.
- Late! Too late! - Is not present, no, yet late, think, your Excellency! - young Varg has ardently exclaimed. - Banish my
sister Krimhildu! As clear as day, it only harms to you.
- Also what, you to put the duke?! - I ask, believe to me! I do not wish to be at war more. I will call the people for the world
with Empire... We are able to be easily appeased, we will forget all villainies amoreev, we will deliver you tungsten, wood, a
- And in Persefone it is enough coal, no less than hands, and more than there is enough, especially now, - Sofia has
haughty declared, interrupting him.
It was the open provoking insult: Sofia hinted on again found by Empire of slaves, victims of last narbonnskoj wars. But
Varg was not indignant - it silently waited that she will tell further.
- I marvel your improbable impudence, - she has told. - speech goes now about when and as is better to execute you, and
you thus dare to ask me about a ducal throne! You were late... The prince! Before it was necessary to think, the head,
instead of heads of heretics Ulpinov!. And can be, you deign to do our the honour and to pass stops of the father to a throne
of the Divine emperor? He did not understand, she sneers or speaks seriously. In memory scenes of year prescription have
suddenly risen. Shining Miklagard... Grey mountain of the Pantheon... The Palatinsky palace propping up the sky... A
mysterious hall of Divine Greatness... Discharged nobili... Sapphire god with a mask of the Dragon on the person... Magic
imperiapant, "the Scepter of Fortunata"... And Krun - is not present, not Krun, it, Varg! - creeping in a lap to a crystal throne
of Lord Ojkumeny..." No, I can not, - he has suddenly understood. - I cannot creep this way as the father has crept. For what
then we shed blood? For a dust at a throne of the emperor?! ".