The Fixer Of God's Ways (retail) by Irina Syromyatnikova Page B
Authors: Irina Syromyatnikova
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quickly nodded.
Haino did not like his new aide. His former assistant hadn't doubted his teacher's conclusions until the very end. Haino shouldn't have rushed to punish Derik for a couple of strange questions. Where could he find such a servant now? Verily, God sent him grievous trials to test his faith!
Chapter 9
That winte r was dry and cold in Suesson. Petrified roads and black weeds sadly rustled under the wheels of my motorcycle; my breath exhaled snowflakes; I felt as if nature shared my suffering. I lived the quiet life of a provincial magician - worked as a district alchemist, slowly recovering from the incident in Finkaun. Reich made an attempt to renew our acquaintance but, having seen me, he didn't show up anymore.
NZAMIPS terminated my contract, as promised. I wasn't their employee anymore, and they severely cut my disability benefit. I didn't feel well and was in no mood to quarrel. As a result, they stripped me to the bone. Though, honestly, I was ready to give up a lot more to not see the brazen face of my favorite teacher.
NZAMIPS held out without my help for half a year. In March, two army trucks came to me through the most impassable mud. A demanding bass horn lured me out of the house - the bumper of the first truck abutted against the gate. A driver in the field military uniform stuck out his head from the cabin, looking at the unexpected obstacle.
I stood on the porch, letting them beep as long as they wanted - I wished to have nothing in common with them.
Two s oldiers jumped out of the truck, leaped over the fence, and started lifting the latches of the gate. The scumbags didn't pay any attention to my presence! I became outraged, and my psyche abruptly completed its recovery.
"Hey, you, go back! Turn around! Get out!"
They didn't listen to me! The trucks were already driving into the yard. Two soldiers pulled out a long heavy box, inside which something was dully knocking. Dennis, my former Ho-Carg curator, jumped out of the cabin and started fussing around the box.
"After counting to three , I'll strike!"
" Master Tangor…"
"I don't want to talk to you!"
Dennis gestured toward the box, "He will die!"
The soldiers threw off the lid of the box. Indeed, he would die soon. A body, already familiar to me, was screwed to a solid wooden frame. The zombie looked horrible: cracked skin, sunken eyes with a blank look…In magic vision, his vital meridians looked like tattered ropes. Obviously, NZAMIPS magicians had no power or skill to maintain his meridians' integrity.
"What is it?" Johan was the last person to whom I wanted to talk at the moment.
"A zombie!" I explained with grim candor, enjoying the abashment of the visitors. "A smart one."
The white sidled up to the box and peered inside, "Is he all right?"
Wha t a strange question! Particularly when it was asked about the corpse. "No, not quite. Step aside, please."
Johan obediently closed his eyes and clasped his head in his hands - he knew well how to protect himself from dark magic. I gritted my teeth and weaved a resuscitating spell.
"Now his body is okay."
The zombie suddenly went limp in the box. So the strange knocking was his convulsions. Wow, they managed to drive even a zombie to death!
" Get out now!" I was about to push them in the neck out of my home, but sneaky Dennis appealed to Johan.
" Maybe you don't know, but this zombie saved Master Tangor's life. Artisans inflicted deadly injury on him at the necromantic ritual, and the hostile energy had to be diverted somehow. We are unable to support this creature. We would have to burn the poor guy, if Master Tangor refuses to take him."
Johan winced, "Thomas, he is a human being!"
"How do you know?"
"I see it!"
Ugh! What on earth made our white mage get out of his lab? When Johan just came to my place, I was afraid that he would be scared of zombies. Far from it - Johan loved my dog. If I condemned the corpse to…hmm…death, he would be upset and screw up my wonderful
Haino did not like his new aide. His former assistant hadn't doubted his teacher's conclusions until the very end. Haino shouldn't have rushed to punish Derik for a couple of strange questions. Where could he find such a servant now? Verily, God sent him grievous trials to test his faith!
Chapter 9
That winte r was dry and cold in Suesson. Petrified roads and black weeds sadly rustled under the wheels of my motorcycle; my breath exhaled snowflakes; I felt as if nature shared my suffering. I lived the quiet life of a provincial magician - worked as a district alchemist, slowly recovering from the incident in Finkaun. Reich made an attempt to renew our acquaintance but, having seen me, he didn't show up anymore.
NZAMIPS terminated my contract, as promised. I wasn't their employee anymore, and they severely cut my disability benefit. I didn't feel well and was in no mood to quarrel. As a result, they stripped me to the bone. Though, honestly, I was ready to give up a lot more to not see the brazen face of my favorite teacher.
NZAMIPS held out without my help for half a year. In March, two army trucks came to me through the most impassable mud. A demanding bass horn lured me out of the house - the bumper of the first truck abutted against the gate. A driver in the field military uniform stuck out his head from the cabin, looking at the unexpected obstacle.
I stood on the porch, letting them beep as long as they wanted - I wished to have nothing in common with them.
Two s oldiers jumped out of the truck, leaped over the fence, and started lifting the latches of the gate. The scumbags didn't pay any attention to my presence! I became outraged, and my psyche abruptly completed its recovery.
"Hey, you, go back! Turn around! Get out!"
They didn't listen to me! The trucks were already driving into the yard. Two soldiers pulled out a long heavy box, inside which something was dully knocking. Dennis, my former Ho-Carg curator, jumped out of the cabin and started fussing around the box.
"After counting to three , I'll strike!"
" Master Tangor…"
"I don't want to talk to you!"
Dennis gestured toward the box, "He will die!"
The soldiers threw off the lid of the box. Indeed, he would die soon. A body, already familiar to me, was screwed to a solid wooden frame. The zombie looked horrible: cracked skin, sunken eyes with a blank look…In magic vision, his vital meridians looked like tattered ropes. Obviously, NZAMIPS magicians had no power or skill to maintain his meridians' integrity.
"What is it?" Johan was the last person to whom I wanted to talk at the moment.
"A zombie!" I explained with grim candor, enjoying the abashment of the visitors. "A smart one."
The white sidled up to the box and peered inside, "Is he all right?"
Wha t a strange question! Particularly when it was asked about the corpse. "No, not quite. Step aside, please."
Johan obediently closed his eyes and clasped his head in his hands - he knew well how to protect himself from dark magic. I gritted my teeth and weaved a resuscitating spell.
"Now his body is okay."
The zombie suddenly went limp in the box. So the strange knocking was his convulsions. Wow, they managed to drive even a zombie to death!
" Get out now!" I was about to push them in the neck out of my home, but sneaky Dennis appealed to Johan.
" Maybe you don't know, but this zombie saved Master Tangor's life. Artisans inflicted deadly injury on him at the necromantic ritual, and the hostile energy had to be diverted somehow. We are unable to support this creature. We would have to burn the poor guy, if Master Tangor refuses to take him."
Johan winced, "Thomas, he is a human being!"
"How do you know?"
"I see it!"
Ugh! What on earth made our white mage get out of his lab? When Johan just came to my place, I was afraid that he would be scared of zombies. Far from it - Johan loved my dog. If I condemned the corpse to…hmm…death, he would be upset and screw up my wonderful
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