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She ran away from hell.
And as punishment: she had to leave her voice there.
It didn't matter: she was white and beautiful: until recently: she was chasing
lost souls with other devils: and Martin would swear: they would come for her soon -
so far no horse has scared him so much.
It is true - he was afraid of them all - he has always been sick: only when he
smelled the horse's scent: but now: he would give anything for the opportunity to
spend the night elsewhere.
According to the reeve: she went wild: because: they kept her on the ship for
a long time. At first: she was quiet - she calmly let herself be brought to the fence
- apart from this her absolute silence - there was nothing strange about her. Maybe
only a strong smell of fish: wich spread around her.
But ever since: she was released in the corral: no one could say: what a
stench comes from her: no one would get that close.
Martin would guess: it could be the smell of sulfur first: but who knows ..
she was raging the most: when they was giving her water - the splash - threw her
high into the air: and she was benting so terribly: that: only a little more: and her
back would burst. Martin hoped: it will happen - this would help: this would
convince everyone - if the seven demons flew out from her body: with which she was
possessed dfor sure.
But the scariest thing was: that: she didn't neigh or snort at all: that's
mainly: why she couldn't be from this world. It seemed to Martin: that: also her
hooves sounds kind of muffled: as from deep ash around.
Definitely: the worst night of his life was waiting for him: and: in a moment:
he will have to enter: he's standing here too long already -
Come on: his father said: and touching him gently on back.
It pained.
Martin's father was tall charming man. Very tall - a few years ago: when his
son could to stand up on his shoes: and grab his pants: he seemed even sky-high: and:
he smiled broadly from uphill - as the ruler of the whole world. And even now:
although: his stomach grew since then: and his mustache turned yellow: he could soon
make a big sky anywhere with himself in the middle: and with anyone - whom he just
wanted to have there. He was able to convince everyone quickly: that: he is great:
and that: all will be great - especially in this: he was completely like a wizard -
knew how to predict the most beautiful future: and to use all magical colors: which
have come to life again and again in his presence: and there would be no end: if only
talking was enough..
He saw himself as a refined merchant with everything: what can be sold: and he
never doubted his judgment: it was never seen on him - although lately his good deals
pushed him a bit against the wall. Several his maecenases sent enforcers instead of
themself. They must have been very well aware: if they would come in person: they
again would leave with wide eyes: and with a great feeling: but: as the last time:
without their money.
This is how most of the furniture was lost from the rooms: all young horses
disappeared from the stables: the cows: and then pigs - and this is how Martin lost
his long woolly Guinea pigs: which father brought him from the royal market.
However: he would certainly forgive his father for this - he would be sorry for
a while: it is possible: that he could not forget for a long time: but over time he
would understand: that: his father lives constantly under the influence of his own
divination art: and therefore such things happen to him - after all: he himself lived
almost constantly in this pearl dream of wealth: about long journeys beyond the sea:
and about everything beautiful: what awaits only here: a little further.
But Martin was afraid.
He was very scared. And his father apparently refused to take note of this
either.
He didn't realize: how bad all those nights were: like his son had to fight
every time: so that he does not flee away: and thanks to what: he has always endured
so far.
It got worse and worse. Sometimes Martin felt real hatred. When he saw the
speed by which disappears everything: what he earns: and when he remembered: that his
hair had almost turned gray - he wanted to bite.
The distance: which grew between father and son: slowly turned into an abyss:
the father had to talk more and more about: how beautiful everything would be: and
that: this would not last long - if he would not immediately forget the bad things
- if he would not so thoroughly carefree: maybe he would figured it out in time: why
is that so.
And maybe not - because the fear: which Martin felt: was really obscure - it
did not fit in any way to the gift: which supposedly came from transparent beings:
and Martin got it: when he was three years old.
He didn't understand it either: it was all one big mystery: simply: he was
afraid of horses terrible: but they: on the contrary: felt something reassuring from
him - something attracted them to him: and only one night was enough: and: even the
wildest stallion became a tame foal in his presence.
Maybe: he was most afraid of his gift - it would be possible: people are
always afraid of things: they don't understand - maybe it really was like in a
vicious circle: anyway - it didn't matter so much now - now Martin stood in the
corral: and had to face his fear. His father's footsteps was receding behind him: the
warden and assistants walked away shortly before: and: the sun was also about to set
as soon as possible.
The last light from a thin orange bow: which was disappearing behind the
western mountains: colored the Snow storm to fieryly. She looked so beautiful: as if
she was going to shine all night instead of the sun: and the gallop scattered her
mane and tail next to: like rays.
Martin was standing by the trough: thinking that: if the moonlit night falls:
he will at least see: where the mare is: and what she does: it won't be so bad: as
when he hear only stomping and neighing everywhere. He looked around at the sky: and
found the moon: it was holding twilight under its white fingernail: and its crooked
smile soothed Martin a little.
The worst was still waiting for him: but he had already entered: and it
occurred to him for the first time: that he might survive it again - as many times -
since the day it all started.
Back then: he sat behind the house on the grass: he twitched dandelions: and
pretended not to eat locusts - and suddenly - he disappeared. It was quite as a
magic. His mother often told him about it: while she was still alive. Allegedly she
just turned her back to the window: to take the green thread from the closet: and
when she looked outside again: Martin was gone - only rolled stalks remained after
him.
Some people then talked: that: he was abducted by fairies - others claimed:
that it was the work of a witch - but maybe he just wandered: he ran after a
butterfly or a lizard: and suddenly didn't know where he was.
One way or another: in the morning: he was found in a neighboring settlement:
and for a three-year-old child it was a very long walk .. He lay there with his eyes
open in the middle of the corral - from a distance: he looked like a dead man: and
eleven horses slept around him.
The closest to him was brown stallion "Sugar": he was warming him completely
with his back: which was really very very strange: because Sugar was a terrible beast
- he hated children: he gnawed and tried to kick at every opportunity. He was also
responsible for enjuries several foreign foals: and he also maimed a few dogs - in
one word: it was very impossible: to touch him like this: and don't end up without
an ugly bruise: or a broken leg.
And that was not all: since then: he has become an exemplary peaceful animal:
he has never raged: and in fact: to this day: he did nothing wrong.
Sometimes the things appeared in Martin's head: which probably came from the
times: when his soul was still awakening: and if they was not memories of dreams:
they could have been snippets from that first night.
Otherwise: he didn't remember anything specific: he believed too: he had been
kidnapped by the fairies Orenel - guardian of horses and riders on the road - and
whenever he had to spend the night somewhere in the corral: he was doing exactly what
he thought had happened even then.
He always followed the same ritual - so now: as soon as it got completely dark
and made self sure: that Snow storm is quite far behind: he walked towards the center
of the corral by a quick boyish step: and quietly: so as not to irritate her very
much.
Of course:´that she immediately got wild: and started throwing like crazy -
thin moon shone really bright today. With all his mind: Martin tried to ignore her:
focused on the approaching pile of straw: which was prepared there for him.
This was the hardest of all - close to the straw: he was almost completely
crouched - and he didn't even know how - and he was already buried up to his neck.
All the possible stars shone in the sky.
He closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply: to fall asleep as soon as
possible.
Snow storm was maddening silently on her cursed hooves: and at one terrible
moment she ran: and flew high above the place: where he lay. But this was what could
fast get her into his power: and as he was falling asleep: maybe: there was only a
faster trot around.
When he woke up: tiny drops of night rain fell on his face. And something was
wrong.
Except that: it was supposed to be morning: and next to him should lay a warm
white mare: there was something else - something: which must have happened just
before half second.
There was no Snow storm next to: and further too — he didn't even hear her at
first. While he exhaling through his half-open mouth: he heard nothing at all.
Then a cold female voice came out of the darkness: and along with it - faint
echo of horse hooves. It was like a tethered horse marching in place: and Martin
heard it from the very right.
Krabestet - said the voice again: now Martin heard it clearly - the letter "r"
was pulling for a long time: and the last "t" remained alone at the end - so it
sounded like "krrrrabeste-T" - and the hooves of mare sounded louder.
After two quick breaths: right next to Martin's straw bed: a skinny woman in a
simple dark cloak emerged from the night.
If she knew about him: she ignored him: she went on - her right hand was
clenched at the fist - and in the left: hidden behind her back: she held a long:
narrow knife.
Krabestet.
Martin knew right away what was going on. It wasn't very difficult - and at
the same time he realized - it can't be that way. No one would believe him in the
morning. It could cost him his life - the horses were sacred animals.
The fear: which had previously paralyzed him: now pushed him: he rose on his
elbows: and shot like an arrow towards the trough.
He couldn't see how quickly the woman turned: and how wildly she looked at him
- and that was good.
He couldn't even see: that she raised her hand with the knife: and ran to the
corner: where bewitched Storm was tossing like dying fish.
He turned: only when he put his hands in the water: and splashed twice loudly
- only then: he saw a white mare: which gallops towards him: and a dark: slender
figure: running after her: almost as fast.
It was one of those moments - when we're flying. Everything is like on wings.
Martin has already experienced something like this - he was chased by the neighbor's
dogs: and he flew to the roof of the hayloft: just like some free bird: and he didn't
lose a single apple from his shirt.
He crouched a little: he focused on the fluttering mane: what was flickering
between Storm's ears and on her neck - bounced - he dug his nails into the greasy
white hair: and he sprang on her back - or rather - she miraculously sat him on her
nape: and then: she jumped over the high spruce corral with him.
It took a very long time: until Martin gathered enough courage: to look
behind him - only the darkness of the forest haunted them. When they stopped at the
northern corner of the enclosure: a few steps from where: they had left it behind:
his fingers were completely bloodless: and didn't feel his groins at all.
At that time: the birds began to sound.
Martin slid to the ground: and immediately fell asleep deeply - who knows:
maybe he slept already a moment before.
Roar did not wake him: not even the shaking. - and even when his father came:
it could not be said: that he began to watch - although his eyes was opened for a
while.
Only when father wanted to borrow a wagon from the reeve: he looked up: and
said: that it is not necessary. He stood up: and asked to help into the saddle.
For a moment: everyone looked at him in disbelief: and no one said anything:
then: his father carefully mounted him on their last old Chestnut: slowly sat down
behind him: and all three stepped forward on the road slowly.
Storm grazed thoroughly on a green piece of weed among the tall maples: and
pieces of sun flamed on her again.
Finally you're a man - said father stroking Martin's hair - How on earth could
the Storm jump through so high fence?
A strong wind blew: what whizzes in the ears: and throws into the mouth.
I don't even know: as if we had wings - said Martin and suddenly felt: that:
he is the winner.
At home in the yard: he dismounted: and walked quietly behind the barn. Father
stuffed his pipe: sat on the bench: and smoked contentedly: and he would certainly
fall asleep after a while: with a pipe on his knees: as old men use to do it: if he
wasn't disturbed by a turmoil: and if his distant cousin did not suddenly appear.
He was as red as wine: and blabbered: that Sugar had become wild again.
He kicked the door to the stable: threw down the old mother: and: disappeared
into the grove. But it wouldn't matter so much - it was an old hack anyway: but:
also other horses are raving from the morning: especially those from his blood: they
are rioting like a hundred infants of devil: let no one to come near.
Martin's father said - let's go - and they both went up behind the barn.
Then they looked through the stables together: the piggery and silage pits -
later they raked apricot orchard - in the end: they thoroughly searched the haystacks
and: for a long time: they shouted into the forest.
But they didn't find Martin.
He disappeared.
It was quite as a magic.
