The duke showed to the son and grey mountain of the Pantheon; just during this moment its tower clock has punched
midnight. The pantheon lay on the area in kind twenty hectares so was considered as the greatest man-made construction of
Ojkumeny; hundred thousand persons erected it more half a century, and there was it seven with superfluous centuries ago
when the capital of Amorijsky empire moved from Elissy in Temisiju. But more all in Panteone Kruna was amazed not with its
external sizes, and that, appears, daily there "live" more than eight-ten thousand persons, - iereev, monks, officials, servants,
security guards, - and during solemn ceremonies number of "population" of the Pantheon increases in two-three times;
amorijtsy name a capital Pantheon "a city in a palace"...
Against man-made mountain of the Pantheon dvenadtsatigrannik the Big Kvirinalsky palace where the imperial government
sat, seemed stocky. It was the closest to pavilion of Gauls the state building; at desire it was possible to notice, how, it is
exact ants, graceful mobiles and rich crews on the air viaduct connecting Small Kvirinal, a palace of the first minister, with a
Senatskaya Square creep, is, probably, prince Tit Justin gives ball for the higher nobility in honour of birthday of the daughter
favourite and unique "hereditary princess"...
So duke Krun uniform wide movement raskinutyh hands could show many miracles: in total also you will not describe! Not
only visible miracles, but also before unknown to barbarians filled sounds usual night kosmopolisa. Here clatter of horse hoofs
habitual to hearing is replaced by hardly audible hum of the motor of a mobile.
Here long low hooter is distributed is, probably, in Pirejsky port there was a heavy container truck from southern provinces.
Here somewhere in the north have taped wheels on rails is dromos, the train of the Transamorijsky Rail Way, has gone in
Ragor or in Neftis, and there can be, further away, in Orkus, "capital of slaves", or in Kiferopol, "a city of magnates". And
here it is heard and quickly the deaf rolling sound accrues is propellers huge cargo ekranoplana, arrived in Temisiju on
channel Eridan from Closed sea coast, most likely, rustle...
... You it do not see?! You do not hear it?! - with a pain in a voice duke Krun has questioned the son. - And you suggest me
to throw down a challenge to power of local gods?!! Then you a fool, my son, my successor; I name a fool of everyone who
alchet to rush with a sword to the sun! Before you so did not speak, the father, - has hushfully responded Varg. - That to us
to local miracles? To me my native land lovelier than this spiteful fairy tale! No, I will not exchange our mountains, our
gardens and pastures, our woods where the game lives from the moment of world creation, on all their sparkling miracles!
Houses I a dawn sit down on a horse and before will begin to trumpet a horn by a breakfast, I have time to gallop from tens
germ, to hit perepelov and pheasants; I will want - in small river I will bathe, I will want - I will fill a muzzle to a bear, I will want -
with our knights I will fight on swords or on fists... And here that for a life?! - Varg with hatred has looked at a torch of a statue
of Dvenadtsatilikogo of God, - Here even that a city to leave, the permission of the authorities is necessary! Here only
boastful patrisam yes to rich magnates a life, and that I, under the truth to tell - I do not envy! They the coddled ninnies -
unless you do not remember, the father how one year ago I in Massilsky fight have alone overcome five imperial legionaries?!
Krun has shaken a head and has patted the son shoulder.
I remember it, Varg. In my opinion, I then too from tens legionaries to avatars have sent, the truth, not all at once, and by
turns, - he has burst out laughing.
Having felt, as it seemed to it, change in mood of the father, the prince has quickened.