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.But Eveshka and Sasha alike had wished their dvorovoi to keep an eye on him when he was off alone in the woods (they had separately confessed it) and Babi offered no objection at all: Babi seemed thoroughly to enjoy the outings, even the odd meetings with leshys, at which he growled and hissed and bristled.The leshys forgave him, even old Misighi: one had to grant Babi had the same manner with everyone.Babi hissed too when they reached the top of the hill; and growled and bristled, growing rapidly and ominously larger as they walked—and that was not his habit at a homecoming.In the same moment Pyetr saw the horse beyond the hedge and had the immediate apprehension of some visitor, though the god knew no visitor had ever come to this house in their tenure, nor was likely to, nor was welcome.But as the black horse lifted its head and sniffed the wind in his direction—it looked very like a certain black horse Pyetr had once owned.Besides which, it was loose in the yard, which was a careless thing to allow any horse with a growing garden nearby.So one supposed that Sasha and Eveshka knew the horse was there and that they had wished it safely out of the vegetables.And one supposed that if they both knew it was there, one of them had wished it to be—and if one of them had wished it to be, then one could surmise on the instant it was a certain rascally young stableboy-now-wizard who liked horses.Damn, it looked like Volkhi, it truly did, and the sight reminded Pyetr what he had lost when he lost that horse.Still, Babi's behavior did give Pyetr a chill thought of shape-shifters, too, some insidious attack getting into the house past Sasha and Eveshka, and this—creature—standing here only to lure him in.There was the smell of baking honeycakes on the breeze, but lies came with utter plausibility, if wizardry was in question, and traps came baited with things one most dearly wanted, whoever was doing the trapping.“Babi,” Pyetr said, quietly, “don't bother the horse, if it is a horse.Go to 'Veshka, there's a good Babi, go into the house and see if it's all right.“Babi went, growling, ducked through the hedge and shambled in plain sight and with a good many looks askance at the horse, up the slanting wooden walk-up to the porch of the cottage.So it was safe.Babi knew.And if the black horse did look like Volkhi—and since Babi had not startled it off outright as an imposter—Pyetr picked up the basket Babi had left, squeezed through the same gap in the hedge and walked up to the horse, which stood watching this noisy traffic with ears pricked and nostrils working.God, absolutely, it was Volkhi.He knew every line of this horse.Babi popped into the house without using the door, a very put-upon and disturbed Babi, meaning, Sasha was sure, first, that Pyetr was back, second, that Pyetr had found the surprise, and third, that the surprise had found Pyetr—and indeed by the time Sasha had walked outside there was loving tryst in progress.Sasha put his hands into his pockets and stood on the porch watching, earnestly hoping (but hoping was perilously close to wishing) that he had not done something wrong or dangerous.Eveshka walked out and stood beside him at the porch rail, dusting flour from her hands onto her apron.He felt a very powerful wish from her side of a sudden: and Pyetr looked up, startled, as the horse shied off.Sasha knew, perhaps because Eveshka did not truly exclude him from her wish, that Eveshka wanted attention from a husband coming home, wanted it, quite conscious of her selfishness and quite justifiably angry at a boy's thoughtless interference in their lives.“Don't,” Sasha whispered, not looking at her.“Eveshka, you promised.Don't wish at him like that.”“Everything was perfect,” Eveshka said to him in a small, hurt voice; she wanted him to know she did entirely understand her own shortcomings; and his.With which she turned and went inside, violently wishing him and Pyetr to leave her alone for a little while.People in neighboring Vojvoda and maybe Kiev would have felt that one.A disappearing flurry of skirts and hip-length blond braids, definitive slam of the door; and Pyetr stopped with his hand on the rail of the walk-up.“What in hell's going on?” Pyetr asked, he thought quite reasonably, with his wife in tears, his long-lost horse in the garden, and his best friend looking as if he would gladly be elsewhere.Sasha walked slowly down to him, and Volkhi tossed his head up and shied out of the cabbages: this assuredly meant (Pyetr understood these things by long experience) that someone's attention had slipped and come back again.And a man used to wizards could equally well reckon that the slammed door, Volkhi's arrival, and the rueful look on Sasha's face were not entirely coincidental.“I'm terribly sorry,” Sasha said, looking more boy than young man at the moment.”I brought him.I wished him here.Eveshka's mad at me: she really didn't mean to wish you just then.“Pyetr looked up at the door, where, despite the upset of his stomach, he could reckon that Eveshka must be getting a stern hold on her temper.But a man hated to feel obliged only because his wizard-wife had not wished him in the river; and hated to be angry at Sasha for probably meaning the best and kindest things for him in all the world.Give or take horse theft.because Volkhi, sleek and well-fed, had surely acquired another owner in three years and more.“I was thinking how to make you happy,” Sasha said in a small voice, “I truly was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]