"Droga do Światła" wersja angielska
Kochani
Marzyciele 😊,
Jak
zapewne wiecie, jednym z moich największych marzeń jest wydać swoją książkę 🏆. Od
wielu lat staram się spełnić te marzenie, poświęcając całe lata na pisanie
powieści, poprawianie jej, wysyłanie do wydawców i ponowne poprawianie. Ale tym
razem postanowiłem spróbować nietypowego rozwiązania. Coś, co pomoże mi
osiągnąć ten sukces. Dzięki temu Marzydełko może osiągnąć rozgłos i pomagać
ludziom w spełnieniu ich marzeń. Co to za rozwiązanie?
Rynek
angielski!
Przetłumaczyłem
trochę „Drogi do Światła” i będę starał się zainteresować tymi fragmentami
wydawców z całego świata. Właśnie dzisiaj rozesłałem po całej Wielkiej Brytanii swoje dzieło, spamując skrzynki mailowe wszystkich wydawców 😂. Wiem, że moja książka nie jest arcydziełem i trzeba
do niej jeszcze usiąść, by ją poprawić, ale tym razem mam nadzieję, że wydawcy
będą traktować mnie z szacunkiem (tutaj nawiązanie do filmiku YouTube o
brutalnej prawdzie o polskich wydawnictwach). Jeżeli mielibyście ochotę
przeczytać trochę „Drogi do Światła” w języku angielskim, to zachęcam jak
najbardziej do lektury! 😊
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Drążek
The
Path to the Light
For family and friends
Chapter I
The first stab
He is going to kill.
In cold blood.
With no mercy.
He wants revenge. He wishes to tear the skin apart, to pierce through
the meat and reach the heart with the cold blade. Only blood can calm his
burning anger down. The flames of hatred have entirely burnt the good out of
him. He is going to murder and nothing will stop him.
The boy is running to his first victim through the dense forest.
Everything around has frozen in silence. One can only hear the boy’s breath and
the rustle of his steps. Only night is accompanying him, but soon the darkness
must yield to the morning light. A thin youth is rushing with no rest, jumping
over the protrusive roots. He is not afraid of losing himself in the
surrounding darkness because he knows the place. In the past, he loved
wandering around the Halantia lake… in the past days when he had life.
But everything died.
It seems impossible, but he has dashed even more quickly. He is avoiding
pits and briars like an agile hunter. Lungs burning, legs feeling like lead,
yet he is not going to slow down. He must kill, regardless of physical and
mental fatigue, and the usual exhaustion could not just stop him. He is close…
so close to the first victim. It can be done. The world can be saved.
Finally, he has reached the edge of the forest and has quickly hidden in
the shadows to catch a breath while peering at the neighbourhood.
The capital of Lakinia was tall and hidden among the trees. Its towers and steeples looked as if they wanted to
reach the stars, but the defensive wall was a different story. Here and there were cracks, holes and even entire gaps
between constructions. It greatly facilitates intrusion.
With the breath calmed, the boy straightens up and begins to look for a
gap in the wall through which he can get by. Yes, there is one on the right.
The young man slips through the hole like a shadow and enters the city.
The smell of excrement stikes him. He is used to these odours because he
has been working here for years. Lakinia did not experience wealth. It is one
of the smallest countries in the West. Recently, however, the king has satisfied
the famine of extreme poverty. His majesty Radoslaw Rogdar, an alchemy
enthusiast, invented the recipe for the Luminous Water, which speeds up plants’
growth. Influential traders, famous artists, and even some kings were deeply
interested in such a successful experiment. In this way, the country received
an influx of money. They quickly began to rebuild the houses, to patch holes in
the wall and to rebuild the market.
The young boy lifts his head to see the aim of his journey. This is the high
and awe-inspiring tower of King Radoslaw. It also requires a quick
refurbishment. There are gaps, cracks and protruding stones. After all, someone
can easily climb it!
Like he can.
He focuses on the royal bedroom
window at the top of the tower. The king used to watch his lands from it or sentence
people to prison. These unjust sentences... at the very thought, the boy has
flamed with anger. It's time to kill. He runs up to the building and extends
his hand.
In this moment the sound of footsteps comes out of the corner. Horrified,
the boy freezes. No one can notice him! He looks around frantically for a
solution and... there! The youth runs up to the stack of hay and hides at the very
last moment as a group of three guards passes dangerously close. The boy waits
until they are gone, then jumps out of the hiding place and begins climbing.
The sword and the dagger are heavy and problematic while climbing, but
there are also essential now. Yes... he wants it. To murder King Radoslaw, this
selfish bastard. Nobody will suffer because of him anymore. People will start
again, free from injustice and discrimination. They will dream and love again.
The chains of fear are finally going down! The person responsible for all of
this is king Radoslaw, but the boy realizes that in the bedroom he might
encounter the queen as well. Then he will be forced to kill them both.
The climb is not the easiest one but he eventually reaches his
destination. He does not fall. The archers do not notice him. Apparently, the fate
favours him. He tilts the window wider and looks through it, examining the
chamber. Unfortunately, the dense darkness does not allow him to see the details.
Yet he remembers this bedroom… he once found himself in it while working. The
royal bed has to be there… by the wall.
The intruder passes his leg over the window sill and lands lightly on
the floor. He rushes towards the bed while drawing the sword which is craving
for blood. The sound of the blade vibrates like a thunder. With the heart pounding
like a hammer, he suddenly hesitates. Does he really want it?
Yes. He wants it. The boy takes a breath and lifts the sword.
For justice!!!
But wait…
The bed is empty.
When the intruder comes closer, he sees the bedding set aside. What's
that supposed to mean? The young man looks around for clues. Nothing. And what
now? The whole journey is going to be in vain?
Certainly not.
He will have to look for his victim. He goes to the door of the room and
puts his ear to it. Silence tells him that apparently there is no guard on the
other side. Excellent. Without hesitation, the young man grabs the handle with a
sweaty palm. And suddenly...
‘Good evening.’
The voice of the guard. Someone is heading to the chamber! The intruder jumps
away from the door and hides under the king's bed. At the same moment, the
chamber opens and brightens from the corridor’s light. A mysterious man enters
the room and closes the door behind him. The boy cannot just jump out and attack.
This person does not have to be king Radoslaw at all. Patience and certainty
are now needed. There is no place for mistakes. The boy, hidden under the
king's bed, turns his head and sees the man’s shoes. The stranger is still standing
at the door. He is not moving. What is happening? Why will not he go back to
sleep? The mysterious man waits a moment and finally opens the door again.
‘Was someone here?’ he asks.
That is the voice of king Radoslaw Rogdar. His victim. Young intruder
clutches his hand on a dagger.
‘No, sir.’
‘Didn’t you hear anyone?’
‘No, sir. Did something…’
The door's crack announces that the
king returns to the chamber. He does not go back to bed but to the window. The
boy is waiting patiently for his victim with a dagger at his chest and a sword
at his waist. King Radoslaw stands at the dresser and begins to search it. Then
he looks into the wardrobe. Wait... did the king guess that someone had come
into his chamber because the handle was wet from sw…?
The bearded face of the king leans
over the bed and looks straight at the hidden boy. For a split second, they
both are looking at each other in fear, then...
SLASH!
King Radoslaw’s throat releases a stream of blood. The man knocks deafly
on the opposite wall and immediately shuffles to the door. He cannot utter a
word through the blood flooding his guts. The young man crawls out from under
the bed and attacks the king just next to the door, not letting him move or
speak. The king, full of terror, looks at his killer for the last time.
It is a living nightmare in front of him. A boy fully bespattered with
blood that is not even king Radoslaw’s. He has a blond short hair and a face
with delicate, even girlish features. A small posture highly contrasts with the
bloody dagger held in his hand. Boy’s clothes hang sadly on him, revealing a
strange tattoo on his shoulder. And these eyes... incredibly blue eyes.
The murderer takes a dagger and stabs the heart of king Radoslaw Rogdar.
Instant death. Then he grabs the king's body and places it quietly on the
ground. Fortunately, the guard behind the door does not hear anything.
The youth takes out a dagger from
the dead man and looks at the face frozen in fear. Suddenly his stomach jumps
violently. The boy grabs his mouth with his hand and quickly runs to a dark
corner, trying not to vomit. He clenches his teeth and breathes heavily. What's
that supposed to mean? He wanted to kill the king, he imagined every detail of
the plan... and yet he is now wrapped in fear and disgust after what he has
done.
Finally, he calms down a little. The emotions have to be stepped aside.
Only the logical thinking and self-control are now necessary. He is standing
there for a moment with eyes closed, then takes a deep breath and walks to the
closet. There are white shirt, red tunic and weightless trousers. The young
murderer quickly changes the clothes and hides the old ones behind the commode.
He also glances at the drawer where there is a royal signet. He puts it in his
pants pocket.
He climbs on the window sill and gradually begins to descend from the
tower with uncontrollably shaking hands and loudly thumping heart. He is
thrilled with emotions, but he tries to keep them in check with a calm breath.
When he is about halfway to the ground, his hands, slick with blood and sweat,
passes him a sentence. A moment later he thuds loudly on the ground.
The fall deafens him completely. He does not see or hear anything. He cannot
catch his breath. He tries to get up, but then:
‘Don’t move!’
The boy shakes himself off and looks up. He sees three guards.
‘What the hell...’
The young killer jumps to his feet. All three of them look at his hands
and then at the king's bedroom. The soldiers draw their swords and aim straight
at him. This is the end.
But...
He has an ace up his sleeve.
He looks deep into the guard's eyes and thinks about the spell. To the
surprise of the other warriors, the man lowers his sword, turns dispassionately
to his friend and thrusts him with a sword without warning. The victim does not
manage to defend himself and falls to the ground. The second man cannot do
anything but stare in horror at his companion, trying to catch a breath. He
never did it. The enchanted guard waves his sword and cuts his neck. Then he
aims the sword on himself and commits suicide. A moment before his own death,
the man regains control of his mind and looks at a small boy with confusion.
The young murderer simply turns and walks away, sinking into the shadow of the
night.
The mysterious boy heads to the stable, barely keeping himself on his
feet. He lived through a great psychic and physical shock. When he arrives at
place, he unties the first horse he sees and jumps on him to quickly depart from
the city.
He is heading north. To another country. The king of that country also
deserves to die.
‘All authorities will disappear from this world.’ declared Fabian the Unknown.
Queen’s secret
Anastasia Mondar I is afraid of the
psychopath who is sleeping right next to her. But she has to refuse her fear
and hug her husband tenderly in their marriage bed. She cannot show sincere
feelings, such as hostility or anger. She suppresses emotions and hides them in
her heart like treasures. There are also other riches there: desire for love,
great dreams, memory of the family. She accepted her fate when she put the ring
on Agher Mondar's finger. She did it not for herself, but for the kingdom.
Queen Anastasia is lying in bed, staring at the night behind the windows
of her bedroom. Darkness seems impenetrable. Soon, however, the sun will look
out from behind the horizon. And that's what the queen is waiting for.
Carefully, Anastasia pushes aside her husband's heavy arm and slips out of
bed. She shivers from the cold that prevails in the chamber. She has to put on
something. And she knows exactly what to put on. The queen stands up and goes
to the cupboard to open the door and pull out the travel coat. She wraps it up
tightly and turns towards the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches
the mirror in which she sees her reflection.
Anastasia is almost 40 years old with very long blond hair, now bound up
in a tight bun. Her face is so delicate like from porcelain with eyes like two
big sapphires. She looks close to a fragile girl who seems to faint. Men perceive
her as a determined queen, but also an attractive lady. Her beauty turns out to
be both a blessing and disadvantage. It is her appealing look that made Agher
marry her.
She fixes her hair and starts putting on leather shoes. She cannot wait
to leave. When she gets up, ready to leave, Agher snores in a disturbing sleep which
makes the queen squeal with fear. The lady is sure that this nightly stroll
would infuriate her unpredictable husband. She looks at him. Agher clenches his
fists tightly on the sheets, fighting for a breath in sleep. He is having the
same nightmare again. Anastasia straightens and puts a hand in coat pocket
before leaving. The letter is still there. Good. It's time to leave. She grabs
the handle and quietly leaves the room.
‘Your highness? Has something happened?’ a tall man asks, cladded in
brass armour.
‘I'm sick.’ she lies. ‘I want to get some fresh air.’
She turns on her heel and walks slowly down the hall. If she could, she
would run with a smile on her lips, but she has to be cautious in this palace.
Nowadays, she cannot afford to trust any knight, because he may be the one to
serve Agher.
The woman strolls proudly along the magnificent corridor, full of all
sorts of riches. Here and there are stunning paintings of the most eminent
painters, framed in pure gold. The crystal vases full of fragrant roses are met
at every corner. The queen glances at the marble statue, depicting majestic
king Agher holding her arm. She hurries past it and sighs heavily. Throughout
the world, Laiterrania is famous for its wealth and prosperity beyond
imagination. It is a pity that there is a second bottom behind gold and
diamonds.
The kingdom is in debt. Behind the curtain of splendour, sumptuousness
and colossal palaces there is a terrifying bill for all of this. A few years
ago, Lainterrania was on the edge of an ultimate bankruptcy if not for the
Mondar family and their unimaginable income. The marriage with Agher Mondar was
concluded with pure reason. It was just a good business. Anastasia, as a queen,
agreed to a wedding because she had to save her people. Fortunately, her
exceptionally rich husband finally saved the City in Clouds from a painful fall
to the ground.
The queen walks past a multi-coloured stained-glass window and turns
right. Night trips, such as this one, happens only once a year. She feels truly
free during them. For a quarter of an hour she does not have to pretend to love
her aggressive husband. She does not eulogize over royal jewels, while
wondering if her citizens have something to eat. She does not have to attend
balls and diplomatic meetings, afraid of tomorrow. This short journey, with a
letter in her pocket, is a meeting with good memories. The only meeting in a
year. Only then does she not have to pretend to be someone else.
The royal palace of Laiterrania is overwhelming with its size, so it takes
a long time to get out of it. The woman meets tall and silent knights in every
corner who are dressed in silver armour, shining in the moonlight. They do not
move, but the queen feels their eyes on her back. She puts her hand in the
pocket to make sure the envelope is still there. She risks a lot with such
disobedience. Her husband could severely punish her for treason. But he does
not notice anything.
Finally, she reaches the main gate
of the palace. She almost rushes to them, but at the last moment she manages to
control herself. ‘Do not show your feelings.’ she repeatedly thinks, knowing
that she is being observed. The main gate of Laiterrania hulks to the ceiling
like a real mountain decorated with gold and silver. It takes strength of ten
men to be able to open them. Therefore, the fragile queen strolls out through
the small side door.
The chill of July night is refreshing. After taking a deep breath, the
queen continues her journey down the stairs to the astonishingly vast main
square. Every day the market is filled with people, traders, and sometimes even
circuses and exhibitions of Agrania's finest masterpieces. Now, however, there is
only silence. Anastasia crosses the market square, looking up at the sky. The dawn
is close. And she has to make it in time. She heads for the stable, where her
steed awaits.
It seems only five minutes passed, but for her it was an hour. When she
reaches the destination, she immediately finds her white horse and puts a
saddle on it. She unties the animal, jumps on it with grace and rushes to the
main street. The queen crosses the capital, passing incredible houses and
magnificent monuments. The City in Clouds is really bewilderedly wealthy.
Everyone lives in luxurious mansions, the smells of charming gardens fill the
air, the cheerful splashes of golden fountains can be heard everywhere. So
beautiful... and so incredibly expensive. Although the most outstanding works
of art, the legendary crystals and golden streets do not cost as much as
detachment of Laiterrania’s capital from the earth...
Queen Anastasia finally leaves the city, escaping from the colossal defensive
walls, rich villas, phenomenal views and her mask. Now before her she has a
vast field, honesty and freedom. She spurs the horse and accelerates. The cloak
is fluttering behind her like dark wings. She must be quick. Soon the sun will
be peeking out from behind the horizon.
Queen’s impatience comes to an end when she reaches her destination: two
tall columns on the platform. She stops for a while, wondering whether to run
away from here. In the end, she rejects the thought as usual and passes the
columns with a heavy heart. She approaches metal barriers surrounding the rock
of the City in Clouds in order to look down. The capital is a few kilometres
from the ground. From this height, she can admire boundless forests, green
fields, flowing rivers and surrounding villages. She also sees the crater left
behind their capital. Anastasia recalls this story. This moment, when the
capital of Laiterrania became the City in Clouds.
Laiterrania has a bloody past. Since time immemorial, this nation was
waging war with neighbouring country: Votinia. The conflict lasted from the
very beginning of Agrania. The long years were full of pure hatred, terrifying
terrorism, wars and deaths of many innocent lives... Laiterrania did not
remember a single day spent in peace. Both countries, characterized as extraordinary
stubborn, desired to defeat the opponent. And that was reaping the harvest. The
young queen learned about the War of the Century, in which the two nations
fought for a hundred years. In this war there was only one victorious side:
destruction and death. Since no country achieved the final victory, the next
war was still planned. Soon after, the Grand Council of Agrania unanimously
concluded that such nations could no longer live side by side. That's why the
researchers started looking for a solution. One decade later, they found a way
out of the situation. One of the cities had to be carried into the air.
The Council chose Laiterrania as the one who first declared war. The
news of such a dangerous experiment travelled far and wide. Inquisitive people came
from every corner of the world to observe the preparations, while the citizens
of Laiterrania fled in panic, calling architects insane. Unfortunately, not
everyone had a place to escape, so they had to stay and look at this madness.
With magic, the capital was hollowed out of the earth. The resulting fragment
of the ground was entwined with powerful chains and sealed. Inconceivably colossal
balloons, called Northern and Southern, were constructed to uprear the city.
The balloons, despite their formidable size, seemed to look ordinary, but they
were not made of any metal but of Naituella's dust. This marvellous ore,
discovered by the most famous traveller in history, pierced thousand diamonds
with its toughness, and overbore a feather with its lightness (mote could float
in the air by itself). The preparations cost the ocean of coins and the
mountains of jewels. Eventually, the king gave the order: ‘Up!’, changing the
course of history. The city was torn out of the ground, leaving a huge crater.
Horrified residents watched the earth wandering off. Finally, the level was
balanced properly and the city was stopped in the clouds. This undertaking
undoubtedly changed Laiterrania, bringing fame and riches. For the first time
in the history of the world, science and magic were combined together to stop
the war. The City in Clouds has been unanimously announced as The First Wonder
of Agrania. Mages, architects, and all scholars were showered with jewels. This
sudden turnaround in history has ensured peace and great bankruptcy of
Laiterrania.
Anastasia leans forward, looking straight down, where she notices their
crater and the land of Votinia inside. A country with alluring buildings and
magnificent palaces. She remembers her grandfather telling her that Votinia
could not reconcile with the spectacular success of their eternal enemy. After
the deliberations, they finally decided to take over the idea and to make an
equally crazy experiment. Votinia removed the former areas from the map and
cleverly handed them to Laiterrania… in exchange for a place in the crater.
Once the agreement was reached, the Votinians upraised their capital in the
crater, which they encircled with a huge, magical dome, open to the sky. The
crater space behind the barrier was filled with water and fish. This is the
only water country in Agrania and also The Second Wonder, just after the City
in Clouds. Their jealousy and relentless ambition allowed them to divert the
attention of the world from Laiterrania and to hold it on Votinia. This is the
history of how two detesting countries became the most popular lands full of
prosperity. But the most important is the alliance between the eternal enemies.
An incredibly fragile alliance. One country took the borders from the air and
the other from the land. Cartographers were wondering how to draw such
eccentricity on the map, but eventually they added a simple description. The
thing that connects these separate nations are portals. Two tall columns shine
with blue light three times a day to open the passage to the common land.
The queen is dizzy from looking down, so she looks at the horizon. She sees
the first light of a new day. Just in time. She takes out a sealed letter from a
pocket and kisses it.
She has been standing here for many times. She has kissed the letter
many times. She always does the same things. The day before, Anastasia wrote
the message in secret and sealed it. She put her proper coat on and quickly
slipped out of the bedroom into the darkness of the night to rush to the edge
of the city. In this letter, the queen shows her true self. She refreshes the
dusty memories that she has to hide from daylight for a whole year. That one
morning lets her remember who she really is. A small, ink-soaked piece of paper
reminds her that she once lived a better life. Golden memories are still alive
thanks to the letters. They are never signed or addressed. Anastasia confesses
her life in them: how she spent time with her parents, how she met her true
love, how she gave birth to her son and how he was taken from her. The lady writes
skilfully so that no one would ever guess who the letter belongs to. The queen
sighs. Will she ever find her lost family?
Anastasia looks at the letter one last time. Finally, she leans over the
brassy fence and... throws away the precious envelope. The warm glow of the sun
pours over her face. The queen of Laiterrania unbuttons her golden hair,
releasing it in the wind like a flag of an independent nation. She says nothing.
She does not think about anything. She simply allows tears to pour out all the
emotions. Did anyone find any of the ejected letters? Probably yes. Did her
true love read even one of them? Probably not.
‘You look beautiful.’
She turns around, hearing a familiar voice. A well-built man approaches
her, limping. It is Hubert Oriotti: the main commander of the Laiterrania army
and her faithful friend from childhood. He has a prominent jaw, sprinkled with
short facial hair, always having a ponytail. His face is full of memorabilia
after numerous wars he won at Eastern Agrania, such as deep scars. Smiling
slightly, he glances at the queen with green eyes and announces:
‘I would have dragged you to the tavern, if you hadn’t been taken.’
‘What a brashness!’ she exclaims, wiping tears. ‘How dare you, Mr.
Oriotti? I can behead you for it!’
She sizes him up, then smiles brightly and hugs him. When Hubert squeezes
her shoulders, Anastasia groans in pain.
‘What is it?’ asks the knight.
The queen covers her arm with her hand, feeling embarrassed.
‘Nothing.’
‘He punched you?’
The queen steps away and goes back to admiring the first light of a new
day.
‘Do you remember when I mentioned you my limits? How much I can stand?’
she asks.
‘I remember.’
‘Do you remember what I told you?’
Hubert nods.
‘I cannot do it anymore. It's time to fight back.’ she murmurs.
Anastasia sighs heavily, wondering if her letter has already fallen to
the ground.
‘Are you sure? And the previous plan?’
The queen looks at him.
‘Two months have passed and there is no news. I need someone trusted. I
need to take my life into my own hands and do something with it. I'm tired of
pretending. I have changed, my friend… I'm not the same person anymore. I was
pretending to be someone else for too long, I was killing emotions and dreams
for too long. And now...’
‘But you have the same beauty.’ the man smiles, showing the broken front
tooth.
Anastasia hits his shoulder. Only he can make her laugh.
‘I want to know if you know what you're up for’ mutters Hubert. ‘And if
you know what you're risking.’
Anastasia is stung by the pangs of conscience.
‘Hubert, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.’
‘After everything you did for me? I’ll do it for you, but tell me if
you're ready for the costs.’
‘I have nothing to lose.’ the queen answers firmly.
‘You,’ notices the knight. ‘You are rich. You have friends, mother and
grandfather.’
‘I have their support. We cannot live like this anymore. We have to do
something. But… just don’t go public, please. Nobody can know. Did you tell
your people?’
‘Yes.’ man admits. ‘We will go anonymously. Be calm.’
Anastasia steals a quick glance at her friend who is staring at the
horizon. He is soldier, he does not show emotions. But Anastasia perceives fear
in the depths of his heart. Hubert risks a lot with such insubordination. He can
be demoted. Not to mention the severe punishment for a treason. Both of them can
either gain everything or lose everything.
The sun floods Agrania with a new day.
‘I have to find him, not knowing who he is, where he lives or what he
looks like.’ thinks Hubert out loud. ‘You do not make it easy for me.’
‘I told you everything I know.
North. They must be somewhere in the north. Sebastian did not come back from
the escapade, I have no idea what happened so I need my man there. Start with Madenia,
then visit Lakinia. Search for a sign.’
‘It’s the right one?’ Hubert asks.
‘Yes. Do you know what it means?’
‘The path to the light, I know.’ he admits. ‘Poetically. Your husband
believed it was a family heirloom?’
‘He believed.’
Anastasia sighs deeply.
‘Go, Hubert. The child of peace will change our world. You just have to
find him. Do not let me down, but... be safe.’
Hubert leans against the railing.
‘For the first time in the history of the world someone wants to
reconcile us with the enemy.’
‘With Votinia.’ the queen corrects him.
‘The current alliance is enough. Why break it?’
‘The current alliance can break easily by itself.’ she replies. ‘You
know how little there is to war. We need peace once and for all.’
‘Our majesty... king Agher can... this is an open conspiracy, Anastasia.’
mutters Hubert. ‘His closest relatives are trying to sack him from the throne.
If anyone finds out, my family...’
‘I will protect them.’ says Anastasia firmly. ‘No harm will come to Angela
and Louis.’
‘Good, Anastasia. We will leave in a quarter of an hour.’
They hug and part. Anastasia stands there alone for a while. She is
watching the sunrise and the landscape beneath it. Eventually, she swallows her
tears and jumps on her horse. She returns to a bedroom and the wonderful
husband.
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