Novel 1. Mercenary Company "Bright Heads". Full novel

— That's right. My lady asks you to accompany her on her journey. Besides, the Archmage of the Duchy is dead. Her Highness has only a healer with her. A new archmage from the Imperial University won't be available until after the duchess's homage. — The guardswoman turned to Carlon. — In this regard, Her Highness would be especially pleased to take vaster Carlon into her entourage for the duration of the trip. Even if the Bright Heads do not accept the assignment.

— Yes they will, don't worry, — Valria grinned. — Dallan, you don't mind, do you?

— I... would be happy to defend my mistress again, — the swordswoman said uncertainly. — But may I...

— You won't need to go into the palace, — Lady Emilia reassured her. — We'll be the only guards on the road with Christina. It's all right.

— It's settled, then. — The elf twitched her ears and slammed her fist into her palm. — The order is taken. Have you finished your tea, lady? Then I'll show you out.

— Wait. — The guardswoman rose from her chair, shook off invisible dust from the sleeves of her blue camisole. — The Duchess has one small condition. She believes that your past encounters with the assassin would have ended less miserably if you were better skilled in unarmed combat. We're still a couple of weeks away. I offer you my services as your trainer. The Duchess has given me permission to take half a day off every day to train you.

— Oh! — Valria stood up with an unkind grin and approached her guest closely. The elven woman was tall only for a girl, but Lady Emilia barely reached her chin. — Training with a real guardsman? I don't mind it at all. Why don't you show me your skills right now, lady?

— Why not. — Emilia nodded with a polite smile. — And I'll see what you can do. Shall we go out into the courtyard?

— Why does Valria have such a soft spot for the Guard? — muttered the mage to himself as the elf maiden and her guest stepped outside. — She was very rude to Yana at first, too.

— Because of me, — Dallan replied quietly. She finally pulled away from the jamb and sat down at the table where the window overlooked the courtyard. Carlon sank into a chair beside her. — She's... resentful of the Guard. Because of my past.

— So that's it... — said the Master in a neutral tone. Outside the window, the elfess and the guardsman stood across from each other. Emilia was not wearing a cloak, and Valria had dropped her warm jacket, leaving her in a blouse and vest. Both girls' breaths rose to the gray sky in clouds of steam.

— She's doing it in vain, — the sergeant sighed suddenly. — Emilia and Jana were always on my side. Even in my worst moments. Jana didn't let me die. And Emilia carried food and money when I hadn't even met Valria yet. She took a great risk.

On the other side of the window, the rivals exchanged ceremonial bows, like before a sword duel, and Valria immediately rushed to the attack. For ten minutes the mage and sergeant watched the scene in the courtyard. It was hardly a duel. At last the girls returned to the house. Drenched in snow, disheveled Valria laughed heartily, patted her opponent on the shoulder, trying to stroke her head. Little Lady Emilia, not even a wrinkle in her clothes, shied away from the elfess advances with all possible delicacy.

— Okay, — the captain announced, shaking off the snow doggishly. Her pointed ears perked up. — Carlon, from tomorrow, you'll come to us at two o'clock in the afternoon. We'll embarrass ourselves together.

Chapter 12

In perfect accordance with the predictions of the palace astrologer (who was more often engaged in predicting the weather than in making horoscopes), winter came early and left the duchy earlier than usual. Little Lady Emilia now came to the garden cottage without her cloak, flaunting her costume of armorial colors. Though the streets of the capital drowned in puddles, the girl's soft brown boots never had a drop of mud on them — although she made her way from the palace to the mercenaries' dwelling on foot. Every day the guardswoman raced the trio to the sweat. Her swordsmanship was on par with that of Valria, and even noticeably inferior to Dallan's, but when it came to unarmed combat, only the sergeant could match the duchess' bodyguard. The first training sessions were truly humbling. The frail brown-eyed girl didn't teach them anything, just tested their skills — and at the same time demonstrated how defenseless all three mercenaries were when they didn't have a blade in their hands. Lady Emilia's sincere friendliness, her warm smile, and her attempts to cheer up the overgrown students did not help at all — Carlon still felt as if he had been beaten by a teenage girl. It was not until the fourth day that full lessons began. And the master, who considered himself a man of experience, discovered many new things. He had always known that there were many ways to kill or cripple someone without magic or weapons. But he had never imagined that there could be such a... systematic approach to these ways. It turned out that the science of hand-to-hand combat could be studied as long as the high art of magic. And, of course, the mage realized at once that in two or three weeks you would learn nothing but the very tops. Even with such an infinitely patient and benevolent teacher as Lady Emilia. The tops, however, were enough to make sense of past failures. The skills of an assassin from another world no longer seemed supernatural — just unfamiliar. Nothing beyond the abilities of an ordinary man. Nothing that could not be resisted.

Three days before the beginning of spring, Emilia arrived earlier than usual, dressed in her uniform and armor, her sword in a sling.

— I'm sorry, there will be no lesson today, — she said as she crossed the threshold of the lodge. — Her Highness will be leaving in a few hours. Captain Valria and master Carlon are invited to the palace.

— So suddenly... — the mage, who had been sitting in an armchair with a book, frowned.

— The exact time of the Duchess' departure from the palace is always known only to her and the guardsmen, — the brown-eyed girl replied. — A mere precaution.

— Well, — Valria rose from the table where she had been munching breadcrumbs with milk and picked up her leather gloves from the windowsill. — It's time to go. Dallan, get our bags and horses ready, and meet us outside the gate.

Since the assassination of the last ruler, palace security has been tightened, but the Lady Guardian and her companions were allowed inside without question, as before. After passing the cordegardia, Emilia led the mage and elfish girl not to the main building, but somewhere to the right, along the fence. As Carlon realized with surprise, it was toward the menagerie. The Elvartian menagerie was second only to the imperial one in size and wealth. It occupied three squat buildings, one of which was a greenhouse where thermophilic beasts from the far south were kept in winter. More recently, the living gifts from the overseas colonies had also been housed there — the creatures caught in the damp forests of Ludria were frozen in Elvart even in the summer. It was to this glass-roofed enclosure that their escort made her way. The open door smelled so hot that the mage hurriedly unbuttoned his jacket beforehand. Walking between the aviary, where red-and-yellow birds were jumping restlessly on a fine netting, and the pen with sleepy desert antelope, all three of them found themselves on a circular platform. The door of a large cage overlooked the court. In the cage, a bipedal lizard, already familiar to the mage, sat on the floor, brought as a gift to the late duke, and before the door stood... Duchess Christina the Second in her own right.

— Your Highness, — Lady Emilia bowed to her. Valria and Carlon followed the Guardsman's example.

— Good day, Emilia. Good day, captain, master... — The Duchess averted her gaze from the lizard and turned to the new arrivals. — Frankly, I've spent the last quarter of an hour trying to figure out what you're interested in this creature, Lady Valria. I received your letter.

— That's good, Your Highness. — The elf girl walked rather unceremoniously past the duchess and stopped in front of the steel bars. She tapped them with her bent finger, catching the lizard's attention. It got up from the straw thatch and came closer. He stared at the girl with his unblinking, round eyes. Valria, deliberately slow, pulled her gloves off her hands and tucked them behind her belt. She took off her dapper leather jacket, with its white fur collar, and held it out to the lizard through the bars. The overseas beast took another step forward, raised its clawed paw... and grabbed the captain's hand, sinking its sharp claws deep into the back of her wrist.

— Lady Valria! — The guardian jerked forward, striking her sword, but the elfess stopped her with a gesture. Blood trickled thinly down the girl's arm, pooling at the wrist, but she made no attempt to free it. The captain stared into the lizard's eyes as she continued to hold out her jacket for him. The lizard stood motionless as well, running its claws full length into Valria's flesh. Finally, he hissed softly, opening his mouth, and withdrew his paw. As if hesitating for a moment, he took the girl's jacket, threw it over his shoulders in a perfectly human motion. He leaned forward and... quickly licked the wounds left by his claws on the girl's arm with his long thin tongue. Then he returned to the couch and sat down, wrapped in his gifted jacket.

— Impressive, — Christine said at last. The duchess' composure allowed her to maintain a nonchalant tone, but it was clear that she was really impressed by what she saw.

— Here we are. — Valria turned to the ruler, lowering her hand. Blood was now dripping down the elf's fingers, dripping heavy dark droplets onto the floor. — Will you honor my request, Your Highness? Will you give the creature to me?

— I think I will, — the duchess nodded gravely. — We'll discuss this matter in more detail when we return from the Empire. But you may consider it resolved in your favor.

— Thank you, Your Highness. — The captain bowed her head respectfully. The mage went to her to examine her wounds, but the Lady Emilia beat him to it. The young guardswoman drew a length of clean cloth from purse on her belt, knelt beside Valria, and deftly worked on her palm. As if unaware of it, the mercenary continued:

— If the throne requires bail, I can offer you my family treasure, a priceless silver watermelon adorned with gilt. But I presume, Your Highness, that you have not invited me to meet you in person only to answer my letter.

— You are right, Captain. — Christina the Second let Lady Emilia finish, stepped away from the lizard's cage. The others followed her, into the passage between the bird house and the antelope enclosure. — Actually, I just wanted to ask you one thing. You and the master are the only ones who have looked my father's murderer in the eye. You've even spoken to him. You're the only one who can get an idea of him... as a person.

— Oh, yes. — Valria fixed the gold strand that had fallen from her temple. — He stroked my ear, which is part of the mating ritual, by the way.

Carlon, who had also once touched an elf's ears, could hardly keep from exclaiming: "Really?!"

— I understand your irony, — the young duchess smiled weakly. — But I would still like to hear... is he stubborn? Will he want to finish the job, even if he fails and someone else is assigned to do it?

— I have no idea, — Valria shrugged. The colored birds in the aviary grew restless for some reason, started running and flapping their wings, and the greenhouse was abuzz with the kind of shrieks an angry donkey would envy. — But I think this Peter is a narcissistic degenerate who thinks he is the protagonist of a heroic ballad. He has every reason to think he's invincible and all his failures are temporary. If this is about an assassination attempt on you, I'm betting he'll try again. To prove to himself that he's invincible. That he is the protagonist.

Christina nodded slowly:

— That's the answer I was hoping for. What about you, captain? Are you willing to challenge the alien, even if it becomes... financially unreasonable?

Valria didn't answer right away. She pulled a glove over her healthy left hand first, tucking the sleeve of her blouse into it. She shrugged again:

— Maybe.

— If the alien chooses me as his target, the only two forces that can stop him are you and my guardsmen, — the Duchess said frankly.

— And you would have preferred us to take the first blow. — The girl smiled crookedly, pulling on her second glove. — Voluntarily and gladly. Because you can still get new mercenaries, but you can't get new guardsmen.

It seemed to Carlon that Christina the Second's cheek twitched. But he would not bet on it. Nevertheless, the Duchess replied calmly, in a relaxed tone:

— You are very sympathetic to me, Lady Valria. But Jana and I played as children. For as long as I can remember, she has always been there. All my life. In our games, Jana was the knight and I was the princess. I remember one day I was sitting on a gilded chair in my father's office, like a throne. Jana held out her toy wooden sword to me and swore that she would die defending my life and my honor. Then we both grew up. And Jana actually died defending my life. And either of her sisters would not hesitate to die — for my life, my honor. I want to give them as little reason as possible for this noble act.

— Madam... — The flushed Lady Emilia began excitedly, but the young ruler silenced her with a wave of her hand:

— So, Lady Valria, I'll ask you again...

— Don't worry, Your Highness. — Valeria's crooked chuckle turned into her usual charming smile. — When the unworthy Sir Peter comes at you again, Dallan, Carlon, and I will finish him off. And we won't die in the process.

They left the greenhouse alone, Lady Emilia staying with the Duchess. Once outside, Valria shuddered, wrapping her gloved hands around her shoulders. Quietly she cursed under her breath.

— So, according to the results of the meeting with Her Highness Christina the Second, Duchess of Elvart, you have a holes in your palm and no warm clothes, — stated the mage melancholy. — A stunning result for an audience.

— But I have my own overseas lizard! — The girl protested. — And I may be rid of that watermelon at last...

They spent the rest of their time before their departure in one of the innumerable sitting rooms of the palace, emptying a vase of fruit that had been found on the table. Valria had no chance to freeze. The kind-hearted Lady Emilia sent a servant with a winter uniform cloak, judging by the length of it to be her own. It was the cloak the captain wore when the cortege assembled. The first to leave the palace was a column of armored cavalry, followed by the duchess's carriage, carts with her entourage, and carts of convoy. At the back of the line was another cavalry unit. Seven ducal guardsmen rode beside Christina's carriage — and the sight was pleasing to the eye. After all, appearance was also taken into account in the selection of future defenders of the ruler. Naturally, one cannot always tell what a three-year-old child will grow up to be, but in the case of Christina's bodyguards, the recruiters were not wrong once. All of the girls were in their best, real beauties. Their white and blue uniforms and brown boots were flawless, their cuirasses, armlets, and gauntlets gleaming in silver, standing out against the gray armor of the rest of the escort. Since the guardsmen wore helmets only in time of war or street unrest, the girls' heads were covered by dainty blue berets adorned with white feathers. Silver helmets-morions with curved margins and low crests-were, however, secured to their saddles. With a professional eye, Carlo noticed that in addition to their swords, two of the girls carried long, silver-plated arquebuses by their saddles, while the others had crossbows with them. This pleased the mage — it means that the guardsmen can defend themselves not only in close combat.