Halab it was inclined in bow and has gone to a door.
I will take care of the rest, have silently spoken Gaumata when its assistant has passed out of sight.
When Iezekija has pushed a door in the bench and has crossed a native threshold, sights of the stunned members of
household with astonishment have stopped, precisely before them there was not a live person, and the homeless soul which
has come back to the lost place of the dwelling. From former portliness of the respectable shopkeeper does not remain also a
trace. The turned grey beard hanged down shreds, and clothes, that in which it has been seized, now dangled on it,
precisely sail on a mast in windless weather.
The father! Hanna, younger sister Susanny, has thrown the arms round a neck of grown old Iezekii, not in forces to constrain
tears. Iezekija has with detachment had a look at the relatives and servants, and then has slowly fallen on a bench, closing
a head hands.
I ordered to put things in order in a bench, sobbing, told Hanna. Last days very few people dares to come to us, but now
when you have returned...
Iezekija almost did not hear its words. Before his eyes again and again there was a severe face of the priest, broadcasting to
it: "As you see, we in all have understood, and you are free. Go, but remember: Marduk though it is merciful, but to everyone
measures on its affairs. If, having returned to a home, you will start to speak in a fit of temper bad against spravedlivejshego
from gods and its attendants, the divine anger will fall on you and will incinerate immediately. It is not known, the sacred
stone at your daughter, Susanny whence undertook, but there it have found, and the conversations you can ruin it only. Be
silent. Also hope for favour of greatest of gods!"
Now it was necessary to Iezekii to open lips to say though a word cold eyes of a priest scolding by a frost again were before
ben Ezroj a terrible reminder. That is why now it sat on a bench and cried, without hiding some tears.
This night in a great city of the Divine Gate it was heavy to find the sleeping. Still before dark unremitting sounds of pipes,
harps, kifar, drums and tambourines mixed up in the uniform, unimaginable noise accompanied by a laughter, a rappberry,
whistle, joyful cries and crowd calls.
Victorious Valtasar, sokrushitel Lydias and the master still so terrible Persia came back recently, osijannyj glory beams, in the
kingdom. Gratuitous wine and beer was poured in any substituted bowl, whether it be a clay vessel or gold riton. On the
areas jugglers, throwers of darts, fighters and pesnopevtsy competed, hastening to charm the spoilt hearing vavilonjan by
rhymed legends on a great victory.
Only one of originators of recent defeat of Spartans was far from the general fun. Having heard about clearing of Iezekii, it, in
an environment of small group of policemen, laid itself(himself) a way through besnujushchusja crowd to collars of Ishtar.