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After the departure of the consul, Etienne switched to one of his fellow diplomats. I found Maitre Brossard with my eyes and went to the deck, deliberately bypassing the busy circle lined with sofas. Without looking back, I knew that the mentor would soon follow me.
- So? - almost immediately heard the quiet voice of the fortune teller, as soon as she leaned on the railing.
She quickly turned and looked at the man's face. The glow of the lights from the cabin illuminated his eyes well. Dark, almost black in the night. They looked worried.
- Why did you decide that they tried to poison the consul? she asked a question that had tormented me for a long time.
“The waiter changed plates behind him while the consul was busy with Kavye.” I shook my head.
No. All wrong. I was sitting very close. The waiter didn't do anything.
- Geller did not ask him about this, - the mentor explained to my silent objection.
- This was not surprising, - I objected - He just removed the half-eaten bread, spread with squid and replaced it with fresh. I was puzzled by the moment with algae.
- Or rather, - demanded the fortune-teller.
I explained in detail how the consul had dealt with the half-eaten sandwich and expressed my fears about the missing seaweed.
- No, Claire. This is different, - Maitre Brossard objected to me, - In the school, diplomats are taught to take care of their own safety first of all. In this case, Geller did not finish the leftover bread, because poison could have been added to it as soon as he let it out of his hands. Noticed? The consul always spreads bread for himself. It doesn't matter what product. Whether it's oil, sauce, pasta, anything that can be easily poisoned.
- Isn't it easier to poison the entire volume of the sauce at once? - I asked in puzzlement, - Why such difficulties?
- And if someone else, and not the consul, eats the first one? Then he will not be poisoned, but Geller will be warned. If they encroach directly on the Venalian himself, then they will pour poison only into his food.
“Then that applies to wine as well,” I said.
- Of course, - Maitre Brossard agreed with me, - If Geller leaves an unfinished glass of wine or a cup of drink, he no longer touches it.
“How confusing,” I sighed.
"But it works," he replied sternly.
- It turns out that this is exactly what he meant when he said not to pay attention, because this is professional, - she concluded.
“Most likely,” the mentor agreed with me.
- But then ... - I forgot how to breathe from the overwhelming excitement, - I remembered! - she exclaimed excitedly and immediately looked around in fear, - He said exactly the same when he kissed the hand of the meter Kavye. Did she try to poison him?
- Hardly, - the mentor doubted, - Most likely the consul felt the scent of perfume and did not touch Cavye's skin with his lips. This is also taught to diplomats.
- Afraid of being poisoned? - I clarified, not wanting to remove the label "poisoner" from the scoundrel.
- Rather feared a love spell. He's a family man, Claire. And if he can afford an affair during a trip, then he definitely won’t want to bring a personal problem into his country, - but noticing my skeptical expression, he added, - I don’t know poisons that can be applied to your own skin and stay alive, but at the same time kill another person.
A flickering shadow smeared across our faces, and at the same time there was a female laugh. Someone left the salon. We hurriedly parted ways. Maitre Brossard went to the service door, and I moved away from the doors and brightly lit windows into the dense shadow of the tropical night.
Maitressa Cave passed by, pressing her whole body against the consul. He was saying something quietly, leaning towards his companion, and she burst into seductive laughter at his phrases. Apparently, Master Geller decided to allow himself an affair, as the mentor said. The couple was heading towards the first class cabins. I heard Mistress Kavye slipping down the ladder, her low scream and again laughter. The man scolded himself for being impolite, and then their voices faded away. As far as I could see, the master decided to carry the victim in his arms. I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out to be a well-acted comedy to catch the consul who does not want to be charmed in the net.
Interestingly, the fatal beauty was interested in his high position in the master Geller? She couldn't really have been carried away by the boring, pale-looking Viennese. Of all the memorable features of appearance, only red hair can be noted.
- Are you bored? Maitre Blancart cooed provocatively, breaking into my reasoning.
Troll offal! A black man in the night is almost indistinguishable. I was frightened not so much by him, but by the sudden appearance behind me. He could very well sneak up and throw me overboard. I wouldn't even have time to scream!
“I went out for a breath of fresh air before going to bed,” she answered him dryly.
Internally all picked up. Just let yourself be free! Now I know what my husband's former "friend" is capable of. I'll attack right away!
- I was hoping to join your company tomorrow, - the healer said in a secular tone, puffing on a cigar in the dark, - You are probably the only ones who were not inspired by a horseback ride to the waterfall. Paleron is especially beautiful at this time of the year. It is for this reason that it was included in the cruise.
- Have you been there before? - involuntarily interested.
- More than once, - another flash of a red light, and then she outlined a semicircle, descending, - So I managed to see the waterfall, appreciate the beauty of the mountain stream and even swim in it. The city is much prettier.
- Really? And what is special about it? - skepticism decided not to demonstrate.
In my opinion, not everyone will like the port city, where sailors find temporary shelter, and then set off again.
- Late spring, - breathed Maitre Blancard, and the aroma of expensive tobacco, almost akin to men's cologne, reached me, - Citizens decorate Paleron with curly flowers. They even have a competition for the best design of a house, street, quarter. You know, they love their city and don't allow outsiders to enter restricted areas.
“But you saw it,” I said incredulously.
“One black-eyed resident of Paleron showed him,” he replied with a hint in his voice.
It was hard to ask questions. She turned away into the darkness of the night. An identification lamp loomed ahead. It was lit every night so that oncoming ships could see us. The canvas of the sail fluttered, hiding it for a moment, and then there was a loud bang and a woman's scream.

Elena Pomazueva

"Vorozheya. Sea cruise"

fantasy novel

Annotation: The mentor signed documents on the early termination of the practice from the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. A new life lies ahead. The strict Emiri Brossard, the master Odilon and the intrigues of the royal court were left behind. Claire and her husband go to Honeymoon . And among the passengers is Emiri, accompanying the consul of the neighboring kingdom to his homeland. A New Murder Investigation Where Everyone Is Suspected in a Limited Space - From Passengers to Crew Members Chapter 1 The booming sound of the temple disk reverberated over the square, blocking the cheerful conversations of the invited guests. Spring was early this year. The sun was hot, a warm breeze ruffled the multi-colored ribbons of the hats of the masters, tossed the skirts of the masters' coats. From the window of the room reserved for the brides before going out to the bowl, one can see the future spouse, guests and relatives gathered in front of the temple. Wandering eyes glided over the male figures, hoping and fearing to find a familiar person. Dark, unruly curls, cut short at the back, and falling in front of brown eyes. He wasn't here. My tutor, Maitre Emiri Brossard, did not come to the wedding of his intern in Toulouse. Hope for his appearance did not leave until the first blow to the temple disc. No, he most definitely rejected my offer of a joint future, wishing him happiness without him. And yet I could not believe it until the last moment. I can’t even imagine what excitement would have seized me, notice the familiar silhouette in the crowd of invitees. Could I calmly walk by and take my marriage vows, knowing about the presence of the man who occupied all my thoughts lately? We had a lot to go through and experience. The death of Christophe, who saved me from inevitable death, who covered himself with one restless fortune-teller. The accusation of Emiri Brossard of the murder of King Edward, and then a thorough investigation into the assassination attempts on Prince Robert and his wife Orianna, who turned out to be one of those who wanted to take the vacant throne. And our farewell in the house of parents, when there was no trace of understatement. - Claire, it's time. Get ready. There will be a second blow soon, - Mom said with excitement in her voice, entering the brides room. - Already? She turned her back to the window, trying to hide her disappointment. The face was in shadow, giving it an opportunity to give it an expression of solemnity. According to my recollections, brides at weddings went out to the temple bowl in this mood. We must shake ourselves, leave everything superfluous in the past and look to the future, where a new life awaits. Husband, marriage and honeymoon. - Do not worry, - noticing my condition, my mother said, - Everything will go just fine. The guests have gathered and are looking forward to the temple. "I'm supposed to be worried," she smiled back slightly. "You're right, baby," Mom hugged her shoulders. She tried to be supportive, but from the shaking of her hands, I realized that she had to make an effort to remain outwardly calm. My parents sincerely wished me happiness. I didn't doubt it. They tried to save my life from the slightest danger. My father was worried when I ended up in the palace and took part in the investigation into the assassination of King Edward. He warned of the dangers of high society, waiting behind the numerous smiles of aristocrats. Relatives made the only right decision in their opinion, choosing a worthy young master to be my wife. Etienne Attalya was born in Toulus, but after the death of his parents, on the recommendation of his guardians, he went to a private school, where he received an excellent education. Dad spoke of him as a promising diplomat who puts all his efforts into his career. The future husband does not have a magical gift, but his colleagues and mutual acquaintances spoke only positively about him. So, my family's choice was made in favor of my daughter's happiness, even against her preferences. Of course, in a conversation with Etienne Attaglia, I tried to explain my desire to open my own divination salon, and this idea was supported by my future husband. He not only did not object to independent business, but also promised all-round assistance. After all, he has many acquaintances and friends not only in the diplomatic service. Etienne is easy to communicate with. A charming smile illuminated his face during the conversation, infecting with spontaneity. In his company, I involuntarily caught myself on the fact that after some time I begin to look cheerfully at life and the prospects for living together. Dad spoke of my future wife as a serious, responsible young man making progress in his political career. I think it was his desire to achieve more, through diligence and determination in the absence of magic, that won his father's trust. My timid objections about a short acquaintance with a future spouse were not taken into account. My safety and a calm future were at the forefront, which, in the opinion of my parents, could not be such next to Emiri Brossard. His reputation at the royal court, dissolute lifestyle spoke not in his favor. It was the presence of a mentor in my life that prompted the parent to take decisive measures - to find a husband for his daughter, not out of heartfelt affection, but out of considerations of better happiness. The second blow of the gong silenced the excited voices in front of the temple. The guests dignifiedly passed inside, examining the festive decorations. I took a look myself as I walked by. I don’t know what expenses the parents went to and whom they had to convince to give permission, but the hall with high ceilings was decorated with magic. Birds of incredible colors sat on the weaving plants as if they were alive. While the flowers themselves shone with an inner light and seemed to take on a life of their own. The buds filled with juice and bloomed in iridescent inflorescences. She involuntarily sniffed, trying to inhale the aroma. But the magic extended only to the visual illusion, the temple habitually smelled of incense sticks. - All! It's time! Your way out, - the orderly tone of my mother shook me. I will now leave the room and head towards the center of the hall. Inhaling more air into her chest, as if before jumping into the water, she resolutely stepped towards the door. The past with foolish hopes is left behind, and a new, still frightening life awaits me ahead. She cast a brief glance in the direction of the ritual bowl and smiled slightly at her fiancé. Tall, good-looking young man, chosen as husband by my father, he made an impression in a dark blue suit, tailored in the latest fashion. The custom of wearing long jackets had just begun to enter, and not everyone abandoned the usual cut of a shortened front. A strict suit was decorated with a modest embroidery with a silver thread. Habitually switching to magical vision, she noted the protective spells imperceptibly woven into the design of the pattern. Hair bristled in a naughty "hedgehog", giving the strict appearance of the groom audacity. Gray-blue eyes looked at the assembled guests calmly and appraisingly. For several meetings with him, Etienne noticed this feature. He always looked around and carefully examined even random passers-by. His observation was amazing. He could remember which hat he held his gaze on, and even name the color of the piping in the trim. Such attention to my person flattered and disposed to the young man. The preparations for the wedding were carried out without my direct participation. Mom took care of everything. Father and former guardians discussed money issues with the groom, and Milka and I got the choice of dress and jewelry. The younger sister enthusiastically plunged into a series of fitting and choosing boutonnieres for the wedding dress. Surprisingly, the little charmer had enough taste to give practical advice. True, they were reduced to simple statements: "No!" and "Wow, how beautiful!". But even that was enough to make a decision. I took my first step out of the brides room at the same time as the priest came out the opposite door. Smiled such symmetry. After all, according to legend, the bride should come to the bowl at the same time as the templar, then the blessing of the goddess will descend on her future wife. On the face of the bald man solemnity reigned, and his eyes, meeting my gaze, gave a smile. The old templar kept to the old traditions and tried to go step by step with me. Silence reigned all around. As soon as we met at the bowl, huge flowers flashed over our heads, and butterflies flew out of them. Luminous pollen fell from the wings of insects, and with magical eyesight, she was fascinated by the weaving of a protection spell and a wish of happiness and good luck. Tiny curls fell to the shoulders, enveloping with magic. In ordinary reality, I was decorated with multi-colored butterflies, flapping their wings with every movement. The priest offered a prayer to the goddess, asking for blessings for "this woman and this man." A thick baritone resounded over the heads of those present. I heard the quiet sighs of young maitreses dreaming of being in my place next to the bowl, and respectable matrons reminiscing about their wedding. The bright rays of the spring sun played on the edges of the ritual vessel. The bald templar solemnly scooped water from the divine source and handed the rounded vessel to me, as the guardian of the future family hearth. Then the priest scooped up again and handed the cup to Étienne. He pressed his lips to the edge, staring into my eyes. Not seeing the usual good-natured smile, I felt his evaluating look on myself. Sharp, attentive and I would even say undressing. The delusion subsided instantly, as soon as the groom returned the dishes back to the priest. Again, they looked at me almost with admiration. And now a fixed look expressed interest and enthusiasm. You can't confuse such a masculine look with anything. Parents and Milka were the first to come to congratulate. My father shook hands with my now husband, and my mother hugged me. Sister at the first opportunity hung on both of us. Etienne took my hand and did not let go, not wanting to part even for a moment. “Have a blessed day, Maitressa Attalia,” a familiar ringing girlish voice rang out. - Edith! - I was delighted, - Meet me, this is my husband Etienne, and this is my girlfriend. We learned witchcraft together. “Have a blessed day, madam,” my husband bowed politely. Edith made a short curtsy. I saw with what interest she examines the young man next to me, but at the same time she tries to disguise it behind a friendly address. She appreciated the combed dark blond hair, charming smile, stately figure, and then looked expressively at me. There was approval in her eyes. I myself understood that if Etienne and I met under different circumstances, our relationship could turn out quite differently. My husband looked very attractive. Sometimes I caught the interested glances of women when they walked along the streets of Tulus. However, Etienne paid no attention to this. Always polite, correct and courteous. And his assurances about the anticipation of living together with me sounded sincere. It was impossible not to believe him. Edith stayed with us. The presence of a friend gave strength to survive the endless procession of guests rushing to call me by the name of her husband. Now I have become a madam Claire Attaglia, and each congratulatory successor hastened to emphasize this. All the documents were signed last night and submitted for signature to the royal office to record the civil status of Maitre Étienne Attaglia and Maitressa Claire Alousier. Today, a celebration took place in the temple of the goddess, where I finally changed my status, ceasing to be a young graduate of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination and becoming the wife of one of the employees in the diplomatic department. “Claire, Maitresse Valandi asked me to convey congratulations,” meanwhile, between the monotonous speeches of relatives and acquaintances, Edith said. - I sent her an invitation, - politely smiling, she nodded to one of her dad's colleagues. A short man with a noble gray hair at the temples spoke at length about how unspeakably lucky I was to marry the meter Attalia. Etienne tried tactfully to get rid of the interlocutor, but he even grabbed his husband by the sleeve of his jacket so that he would not be pushed aside in the crowd. So exchanging phrases with a girlfriend turned out to be sketchy and at large intervals. “King Robert detained her,” Edith managed to wedge between congratulatory speeches, simultaneously fighting off the attention of one of the young people. We looked spectacular together - a bright brunette with brown eyes and a light blond blonde with a green look. - Do you know that the decoration in the temple is a gift from His Majesty to you for your wedding? - stunned girlfriend information. - Why did you decide so? - impolitely turned away from some stranger who shook hands with Etienne. “Metressa Valandi said,” Edith nodded her head importantly, “King Robert summoned the head priest to himself and gave such an order. And I wondered how much the decoration of the temple could cost! Yes, my parents will never pay for this! A truly royal gift. And only His Majesty can afford it. Gradually, the stream of congratulators dried up, and we were able to go to the square. In front of the high gates of the temple, my husband carefully threw a light coat with white fur over my shoulders. At the same time, his palms were slightly squeezed, expressing support and attention. She looked at him gratefully. He is a good man, and I will try to be an exemplary wife to him. We were the last to arrive at the hall where the banquet was to take place. Everyone who was in the temple during the ceremony, and who joined the celebration later, was looking forward to us. The tables were bursting with treats, and steamed decanters with strong liquor and bottles of wine, standing amidst a variety of dishes, called for a treat. Despite the excitement that had not let go since early morning, even I felt the desire to refresh myself. What can we say about the guests, lustfully casting a glance at the richly laid table? Dad invited everyone to the table, and then the celebration began. Edith and I had to part ways. Etienne and I sat at a separate table, and the guests were seated according to the cards. It’s a pity we almost didn’t manage to talk, I wanted to ask in more detail about life in the capital, and about Maitresse Valandi too. I know that Edith does not accompany her mentor to the palace, but maybe she still tells her something about the king, the new constable and ... my other acquaintances. She exhaled at this thought, looked at the handsome young man next to her and diligently smiled at him in response. The past is left behind, but I really wanted to take an interest in the news. I understand that life does not stand still, and King Robert conducts the affairs of the state wisely. The constable of the court, the master Tristan Odilon, ensures the safety of his majesty, and the maitre Valandi is still the fortuneteller of the court. And yet I wanted to know at least a little more about these people who were part of my life last winter. But I will have to postpone a long and interesting conversation for me until the end of the banquet. I eagerly waited for the signal when I could get up from the table and go over to Edith. But alas, the invited guests seemed to be deliberately trying to run out of patience. I even began to fidget in place, wanting to leave the place in front of everyone. “Soon this will all be over, and we will be left alone,” Etienne tried to cheer up, catching my hand, which was crumpling an innocent napkin. - I wanted to talk to Edith - smiled softly in response to support. - Long time no see? the husband asked. - From graduation at the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination, - I answered. - I understand, - his smile became a little wider, giving warmth in his eyes, - I think we can ask for a break. - Do you think? - She looked uncertainly at her father, who was listening to his immediate superior with a happy expression on his face. "You'll see," Étienne winked. His gaze became serious as he surveyed the guests at the table, and then, as the congratulatory speaker sat down in a chair, Étienne rose himself and held up a full glass of white wine in his hand. I noticed even earlier that he only sipped it at the very beginning and did not touch it again. Now the husband raised his hand in salute. - I want to raise a toast to my charming young wife Claire Attalia! - his voice sounded distinctly in the spacious room. And these words were immediately picked up by the discordant chorus of the guests. Étienne drank the wine to the bottom, put the glass on the table and held out his hand to me. - Wedding dance of the bride and groom! he declared again. The musicians immediately began to play a little louder from the neighboring hall reserved for dancing. We walked past the tables under the gaze of all those gathered, disrupting the course of the celebration. Not all those who wished to express their congratulations, not all parting speeches were delivered from the lips of experienced masters and metres. But no one dared to object to the self-confident man who wished to spin the newlywed in a dance. We danced just the two of us. The guests soon arranged themselves in a circle, but everyone remained standing aside, allowing us to whirl in a whirlwind of music. My partner moved perfectly, and almost immediately adapted to each other. I looked into the gray-blue eyes of my husband, not noticing anything around. Étienne delivered a few compliments that made her feel more confident. I liked his presence next to me. Will it always be like this? When the dance ended, the husband bowed and led to the assembled spectators. Soon a new tune began to play, and other couples rushed to the middle of the hall. I looked around for Edith, wishing I could be with my friend for a little while. Étienne found her first and led her to her. - May I leave my wife with you, madam? - a blush played on the girl's cheeks from the charming smile of the man. She smiled knowingly. I remember very well my first impression of meeting Etienne. In the same way, she was embarrassed and blushed at the attention of the man. “Yes, yes, of course,” his friend assured him hastily. Étienne tactfully moved a short distance away, talking to one of his acquaintances. At the same time, he did not lose sight of me and at the same time allowed me to freely communicate with Edith. - Well, Claire! - shaking her head, her friend said, - You surprised me with your marriage! In response, she said nothing, only throwing a short glance in the direction of Etienne. It is too long and difficult to explain the reasons that prompted dad to hastily marry me. “I finished my practice ahead of schedule,” I told her. - I know that, - she answered, - Maitresse Valandi lamented and swore strongly at the master Aluzier. Did you know they knew each other? "Yes," she answered shortly. “I won’t convey the expressions that she called your father,” Edith giggled softly, “believe me, the maitre did not stint on all the shortcomings of both the master Aluzier himself and all men. With warmth I remembered the famous fortune-teller. Our first meeting, when we almost fell under severe punishment for using magic in the palace, turned out to be unforgettable and instructive. And further communication with the meter Valandi brought a lot of new knowledge. - So everyone? - I asked cheerfully, waiting for the continuation of the story. - Believe me, everyone got it! And even King Robert himself. Although your mentor she walked in the lead on unflattering epithets, - assured her friend, - I don’t know why he was so special in front of her. - I also got it from a respected fortune teller? A familiar voice made him jump in surprise. With mixed feelings, she turned to a man with a southern tan and a white-toothed smile. - Master Odilon! - Edith and I exhaled simultaneously and politely bowed in a half-bow. - Really temperamental metressa never walked in my address? - Responding to the greeting with a short nod, asked the former royal judge. Edith looked at me excitedly, looking for a clue or advice, and I rejoiced at the unexpected meeting with an old acquaintance. - The master constable of the royal court, - Etienne joined our conversation, - It is an honor to receive you at our celebration. An amazing metamorphosis happened to my husband. His gaze turned cold, his eyes became like ice, his expression appeared arrogant. He threw up his chin, demonstrating open disdain for the distinguished guest. - Accept my congratulations, master Attalia, - extended his hand to shake the new constable of the court. "Thank you," said Étienne dryly. I did not understand the changes that had taken place. Just now my husband was glowing with benevolence towards all the invited guests, and suddenly, when meeting with the former royal judge, he did not look like himself. Edith looked at one bewildered man to another. Only one master Odilon shone with the usual fun. - Kitty, I also want to congratulate you ... - with these words, the constable of the court held out a black velvet box in his palm, but was interrupted by Etienne's sharp tone. “Master, you allow yourself indecent liberties when addressing my wife,” it seems that sand creaked on my teeth from such words. Once I was also shocked by the shameless treatment of the royal judge to me, but over time I got used to it and stopped paying attention to friendly banter on his part. - I beg your pardon, - giving an attentive look to my husband, the constable of the court apologized in an icy tone, - You are absolutely right, correcting my oversight. Once upon a time, Metressa Aluzier and I were in close contact during an investigation in the province of Camargue, since then this appeal has taken root to a charming graduate of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. - Now Claire is my wife and respected master Attalia. I ask you to leave familiarity in addressing her, - Etienne measured the former royal judge with a haughty look. Chapter 2 My husband, having made a remark, tried to observe the decorum accepted in society. And even his tone corresponded to the situation, but for some reason an unpleasant aftertaste remained in his soul. Maitre Odilon is right, we are bound by an old friendship, although his free address to me from the very first days has long ceased to irritate me. - What's in your box? Edith intervened, trying to defuse the situation. “A gift,” the constable of the court answered shortly, and again held out the black box in his open palm. Velvet material draped over the sides, the villi shimmering in multi-colored flashes in the light of the lit candles and magic balls that adorned the dance hall. - Whose? Etienne did not remain indifferent. "Mine," Maitre Odilon again limited himself to a dry answer. I held out my hand, on the one hand, reassured by this assurance, and on the other hand, excited by my husband's displeasure. A small object easily fit on the wide palm of a man, but I immediately felt the tangible weight of the box, I barely took it with trembling fingers. She threw back the rounded lid and held her breath for a fraction of a moment, and then looked up in surprise at the giver. An elegant ring with a tiny black stone could not deceive with its small size. The powerful crystal set in the frame activated itself at the slightest danger, regardless of whether the wearer had magic or not. Protection turned on instantly. A massive replica of the gift now flaunted on the hand of the constable of the court. “A gift from an old friend,” Master Odilon explained, catching my look full of amazement. I'm sure he noticed my understanding of the value of jewelry. The palace discussed the question of strengthening the protection of the king with the help of these crystals. And now the former royal judge gives me an unusual ring that can protect me from unexpected danger. What does this mean? - An elegant little thing, - taking the black box from my hands and examining it closer, Etienne said. - I hope you will not object to your wife wearing my gift? - the polite tone of the constable did not fit in my mind with the usual manner of communication of the meter Odilon. Has his life in high society changed him so much? Of course, the southerner's caustic remarks sometimes jarred, but somehow she managed to get used to them. And now cold politeness, well-formed phrases repelled me with their facelessness. But behind this mask is hiding a cheerful and temperamental resident of the province of Camargue. “Claire, try it on,” Edith nudged lightly with her elbow. She accurately considered the unusualness of the ring and now she is probably burning with a desire to ask in more detail about its purpose. But in the presence of my husband, she was in no hurry to do this. In an incomprehensible way, Etienne forced to hide the curiosity that gripped her and me. Yes, and master Odilon did not try to win over the interlocutor. Rather, we tried to keep up appearances in conversation and could not wait for the moment when we were left alone. However, Etienne was not going to go anywhere. I took out the ring from the box, it sat perfectly on my finger. The corners of the lips of Master Odilon trembled in a barely perceptible smile. If it were not for my knowledge of facial expressions of a man, I would never have noticed. - Thank you. Very beautiful, - I said, feeling the warmth spreading in my soul. - Maitre constable! said one of Étienne's former guardians from afar. This man was one of those who drew up the marriage contract and handled all of my husband's affairs. Dad listened to his opinion and highly appreciated it. Legal subtleties did not bother me, therefore I tried not to linger for a long time in the company of a respectable man, the same age as my father. - A pleasant surprise! he shook hands with Master Odilon. “Mutually, Maître Dulaj,” replied the former royal judge, doing his best to maintain a friendly expression on his face. - Do you know each other? I asked, watching the southerner's efforts to make small talk. - I had to meet in the palace, - turning to me, answered Master Odilon, while in his eyes one could clearly see the desire to run away from the interlocutor, who was shaking his hand too zealously. - Maitre Odilon is a well-known figure in the Corps of Royal Judges, - an obsequious smile spread on the thin lips of Maitre Dulag, - His investigations in the province of Camargue are taught as an example for the younger generation. - This is not only my merit, - Odilon hastened to object, - Maitressa Attalia took an active part in the capture of one of the most dangerous killers. - Claire? my husband demanded. - So it was, - I confirmed, - It happened by accident. - Nothing like this! - Master Odilon interrupted me, - Your divination helped in the investigation. Thanks to your prophecy, Governor Dubye, Maitre Ibert, has survived. And your visit to the sorcerer helped catch the killers. - Claire, did you really do it? Risked your life? - Edith grabbed the sleeve of her dress and began to stir. - So it was, - smiled the master Odilon. - No more investigations! No killer catches! Got it, Claire? Etienne barked over the music in the dance hall. Oh goddess! She glanced around fearfully. Everyone looked only at us, many couples lost their rhythm from my husband's shout. Only the scandal was not enough! - Don't worry, Etienne. I'm not attracted to criminals." She put on the most charming smile in her arsenal. - A reasonable remark, Maitressa Attalia, - entered into the conversation, the master Dulaj, - The duty of a young wife is to bestow attention on her husband, and not to seek adventure. Follow him everywhere and cater to the slightest desires. The sensation of creaky sand on the teeth became obsessive. This is what she wanted to avoid with all her might, having graduated from the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. Life, subordinate position and no development. Is this how it will be in my marriage? And dreams of independence and own business will remain only dreams. - Is this how you imagine family happiness? asked Maitre Odilon, not taking his eyes off my husband's solicitor. - Are you married? - a question on a question answered maître Dulaj. - No. - When you get a wife, then we will return to the discussion of this issue, - the man blossomed with a smug smile. The constable was silent, but the expression in his eyes showed how much he wanted to say to his interlocutor. The situation was saved by dad, who hastily approached us. Probably he was told about a loud conversation between us and he hurried to come. - Dad, meet, this is the master Odilon, the constable of his Majesty's court, - she hastened to introduce the men to each other. They exchanged the traditional phrases of greeting, and the discussion about the role of the wife in marriage ended. - Maitre Dulag and Maitre Attalia, I need to talk to you about the trip, - it turned out that dad appeared on business. Étienne hesitated, not wanting to leave me near the constable, but my father insisted and stubbornly led both interlocutors aside. - Kitty, are you sure of your choice? - Master Odilon looked after my husband and his attorney. “I hope Maitre Attalia has other views,” Edith said gloomily. - Life will show - tried to get away from discussing the topic. “Thank you again for the ring,” I said more sincerely. - Not at all, - the constable smiled warmly, - I know that with your restlessness you will definitely get involved somewhere else. That's why I specifically ordered it. Moreover, given my current position in the palace, this is not difficult. I would give it to you in any case, but here is such an occasion - a wedding! The question about the fate of Maitre Brossard swirled on my tongue, but I restrained myself so as not to ask it. It is indecent for a married woman to take an interest in the life of a man who has rejected her in the past. - What trip did the master Aluzier speak about? Edith asked. - Etienne and I are going on a cruise by sea. He is assigned to the diplomatic group accompanying the consul of Venalia to his homeland. This will be our honeymoon trip, - answered her friend. - Sea cruise?! she asked enthusiastically. - This guy got a good job, - the constable chuckled, - Combine work and honeymoon. She twitched her nose, hearing the sneer in her voice again. Be that as it may, Etienne is my husband, although chosen by his father and not by his own heart. But I won't let him down. - Kitty, do not cast evil glances at me, - the southerner said conciliatoryly, - I was only surprised at his grasp. For such a husband you will not be lost. - You know, Claire, I'll go with you! Edith suddenly blurted out. - How I like the resolutely minded metresses, - Maitre Odilon murmured with a pleased look and grabbed the girl by the arm. “You have practice,” she reminded her, “Metressa Valandi will never let you go. - I can help in this matter, - the constable bestowed one of his white-toothed smiles on both of us, - I will pray for the metress ... uh-uh? He looked expectantly at Edith. “Metressa Edith Campo,” a friend introduced herself, and I blushed, remembering the violation of the rules of decency. After all, I did not introduce them when the constable approached us. The name of master Odilon sounded in the conversation, and the girlfriend was left without a name. - So I'll talk to the great witch ... khe ... the fortune-teller Valandi and his Majesty, - Master Odilon hesitated, but corrected himself in time. - Claire's right, they won't let me go until the end of practice. Otherwise, it will be a violation of the conditions, - her friend became sad. - Do not hang your nose ahead of time. Just trust me. I have a plan, - the confident tone of the former royal judge was encouraging and apprehensive understatement. I can't even imagine what he was up to. - Kitty, will you dance with me? - the man gallantly offered his hand, and I willingly put my hand in. “With pleasure, maître constable,” she smiled back at him. We entered the circle of dancers, leaving Edith alone among the guests. But judging by the way two young people went to her at once, she would not be bored. Soon I noticed her, circling in a dance with a smiling partner. - Is there anything you want to ask? - Master Odilon asked, leaning over to my ear. - Of course, - readily supported the conversation, finally left alone with him, - How is his majesty? - Not bad, - said Master Odilon, - Worries have piled up, but he manages. The death of Princess Orianna undermined the truce with Intualia, now King Robert is looking for allies in the confrontation with old enemies. “It must have been hard for King Hilbert to learn of his daughter’s death,” I said knowingly. - Rather, he was dissatisfied with the failed plan to capture our kingdom, - the constable shook his head. - You think so? - was amazed at the indifference of the father, who lost his daughter. - I myself delivered the body of the princess to Intualia and saw it, - assured master Odilon, - Orianna for Hilbert was a means to achieve the cherished goal. The girl was brought up in the palace by teachers, tutors. There was never a warm relationship between father and daughter. I remembered the late King Edward, who treated the heir to the throne, Prince Robert, in much the same way. The director, Maitre Arnaud Vaillant, taught him and Emiri Brossard at the "School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination". “Besides, Orianna is not an only child. King Hilbert has two more sons. Princes Gareth and Duane. By the way, sane young people, - continued the story of the constable. "As arrogant as Princess Orianna?" - remembering the intualian, I asked. - Can not say. I didn't know the princess in life. However, the heirs of Intualia seemed to me rather concerned about the succession to the throne. They try to intrigue each other in order to denigrate in the eyes of the king. Interstate affairs are of little concern to them. Receiving our delegation with the body of their sister, they behaved with dignity, but the conversation was only with their father. They rather played the role of extras next to a strong personality. - There is no worse misfortune than a weak king in the state. We were lucky with His Majesty, - making another "pa", summed up the story about the rulers of Intualia. What else would you like to ask about? Master Odilon narrowed his eyes cunningly, pulling me closer to him. - How did you get settled in the new place? She fluttered her fluffy eyelashes innocently. - He expelled Bertlen's servants, made several blood enemies, won the hearts of half of the royal court. In general, nothing remarkable, - he said happily, - Is anyone else interested in you? In response, she remained silent, trying not to meet her partner's gaze. This was possible, because complex figures made it possible to gracefully turn the head. - By the way, the Grott family is expecting an addition, - without waiting for other questions from me, the constable continued the conversation. - Is Mariel in position? I rejoiced. “Louis is in seventh heaven,” said Master Odilon. - He used to be very pious, but now every day he goes to the temple to offer a prayer to the goddess. - And Nicholas? - I remembered the yellow-toothed cavalier from Arta. “I knew that you were not indifferent to him!” partner laughed. It was impossible not to smile, and yet she tried to look at her interlocutor with a condemning look. His free manner of communication attracted everyone's attention to us. - Our womanizer missed you for some time, and then consoled himself in the arms of local beauties. Rumor has it that one of them managed to catch a loving guy. So soon he will become a family man, and you probably won’t recognize him if you come to visit Mariel,” said last news southerner. Mariel, Maitre Louis Grotte, Art, Nicholas. And also a house by the lake and Maitre Brossard. It was only a year ago, but it seems that it happened in another life, left far behind. “Kitty, you are sad,” said Master Odilon, looking into his eyes, “For him? The shadow of the mentor appeared invisibly between us. I looked, not looking up, at my partner, but I could not pronounce the question that was torn from my tongue. "I'm happy for Nicholas," she squeezed out, pretending that we were continuing to talk about the Arth native. In response, the former royal judge chuckled, leaving the question unanswered. With the last sounds of the music, we bowed to each other, and my partner took me to Étienne. The husband glared at the constable, but refrained from barbs. - Happy sailing, Claire, - with these words, Master Odilon said goodbye and left us. He left and took with him the past, in which the mentor, the Art couple Grott and even Nicholas remained. Somehow I was sure Etienne would never let me go to the Camargue to visit Mariel. It is a pity that I did not ask about the time when a joyful event is expected. Nothing! I will write to her when I return from my honeymoon. We danced again with Etienne. He briefly explained why the Pope called him aside. My unwillingness to carry on a conversation stopped further conversations. And yet the husband could not stand it and spoke out: - Claire, I would not want to see the constable next to you. He occupies a high position at court, his attention is sought, but he behaves too freely with you. I have to think about career and reputation. “Etienne, believe me, Master Odilon will never allow himself anything reprehensible,” she sincerely assured her husband, trying to calm him down. - Pleased with the proximity of our trip. During this time, we will get to know each other better and no high-ranking officials will be able to discord between us. Yes, it probably is. It seemed right to agree with him. Only I knew for sure that it was not Master Odilon that occupied my thoughts. - Claire! - Edith's joyful shout attracted attention. Girlfriend almost ran in our direction. Her cheeks were flushed, her dress was undulating in waves, clinging to her legs in front. Toes of ballroom slippers peeked out from under the hem. Claire, you won't believe it! - she could not catch her breath. The chest heaved in the neckline of the evening dress, the hair was slightly disheveled, and in the hands of a friend clutched a silver petal, ready to crumble between her fingers. Her eyes burned with excitement. - It's from Metressa Valandi, - she tried to send me a message, but it turned into silver dust. "Don't scare me," I demanded. Étienne clasped my elbow at this remark, silently promising support. “I have just received permission from Metresse Valandi to travel with you. A written confirmation has already been sent and will arrive in Tulus tomorrow,” Edith enthusiastically told the stunning news. "Explain yourself, maîtressa," asked Étienne, puzzled. - I found out about your sea cruise and wanted to ask the mentor to allow me to accompany Claire, and the meter Valandi herself sent me a message about this, - her friend hurried to explain, - Great fortune-teller! Awesome prediction! - And most importantly, on time, - she grunted softly under her breath, guessing where the legs grow from this "prediction". - Are you sure? "Goddess's favorite" - comfortable passenger ship and the cost of travel on it is considerable. Far from poor citizens can afford to travel on it, - Etienne spoke calmly, politely and tactfully. Edith pursed her lips in displeasure. During the internship, we are completely supported by mentors and do not think about costs. Now my husband has described the situation in a businesslike way. Étienne has been appointed to the diplomatic group, and our passage is paid for by the royal treasury. But what about Edith, if Maitresse Valandi herself is not going on a sea cruise? - You need to find out the question of who will pay for accommodation and food on the "Goddess's Favorite", - Etienne made a specific proposal. “I will do so,” Edith wilted. She looked at her sympathetically. In fact, the money issue needs to be addressed. After all, we were preparing for an independent life. It was an unexpected twist of fate that happened to me, and Edith is not going to give up her dream. Soon she was invited to the dance, and we were no longer able to talk to her until the end of the celebration. Etienne and I were seen off noisily and cheerfully. There were tears in my mother's eyes, Milka jumped around and tried to reach the flowers in my hair, which she liked in the morning. And dad kept solemnity on his face. I was alone worried and afraid to start a life together. It was possible to walk to the house rented by the husband's attorneys for the newlyweds, especially since the spring evening was conducive to walks, but a dressed up open phaeton was waiting for us. The horses importantly shook their plumes on their heads to the beat of the clatter of hooves, and the guests waved their hands after us, pouring out into the evening street. It was then that I realized the changes that had happened in my life. I am no longer a graduate of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination, but a married mother. My surname became the name of my husband, and now we will share worries and joys together. Étienne offered his hand to help him out of the open carriage. The curious were staring at us, gathered around with incredible speed, but the young husband did not seem to notice them. He smiled charmingly, a warm hand slightly squeezing my cold fingers, and it seemed that he was not interested in anything in the world except me. Suddenly, a silver message flashed in front of his face, and then buried in his hand. - This is from Edith, - she happily informed her husband, after reading the message, - She is coming with us. - So be it, - a small cloud of discontent slid over the man's face, - Now your girlfriend is the least interested. We'll talk about it tomorrow. It was impossible to confuse Etienne's hot look with anything else. His gray-blue eyes stared intently, eagerly. From this look, she was embarrassed, and she wanted to take a deep breath of cool air. Cheeks reddened with excitement. Men's arms wrapped around my shoulders, warming me, and Etienne's hot lips lightly touched mine. He smelled of sweet berry wine, which was served to us at the table. The message was showered with silver dust under his feet. Chapter 3 The smell of the sea was felt even before the port appeared. The cries of seagulls, rushing through the cloudless sky, grew louder as we approached. The tops of the masts with flags fluttering on them were the first to appear. Different colors and images probably meant something, but to me, as a person far from naval life, they did not report anything. I even tried to get up from impatience, trying to look more, and laughed, noticing exactly this movement of Edith. We looked at each other and leaned back against the soft back of the seat. Étienne was busy looking through some papers sent to him just before his departure. By the way he knitted his eyebrows, which caused a vertical crease on his forehead, and by the concentrated expression on his face, I guessed the importance of the documents. My husband was allowed to be out of work for only two days after the wedding, and then I watched the busy life of a diplomat preparing to travel. Messengers knocked on our rented house several times a day, messages were sent and sent to Etienne's office. I was responsible for the fees. However, Edith, mother and Milka took an active part in these troubles. A friend received written orders from the meteresse Valandi, where she not only gave permission to travel accompanied by the Attalia spouses, but also attributed to another mentor, who was on the ship "Goddess's Favorite". The name was promised to be announced immediately upon arrival on board, since this moment was still being specified. Edith was happy to be able to go sailing and continue her practice, I was happy for her. The financial issue raised at the banquet was easily resolved. Metressa Valandi agreed to pay the costs. Everything worked out well. Etienne, who grumbled for the first two days about escorting Metressa Campo, eventually recognized it as the best. After all, he had little time to communicate with his young wife, and I would not be bored if Edith was nearby. The week flew by unnoticed. Fascinated by the collection and purchase of new dresses, which are due to the status of a married maid, I tried to forget the memories and experiences that tormented me. New life, in which now the main place was occupied by the husband, a different attitude of others and the expectation of a sea voyage - everything distracted and drew prospects for the future. - Is this our ship? - she asked, examining a beautiful sailboat. Its bare masts swayed slightly, and the deck was animated. Sailors scurried around in light-colored clothes, carrying some objects. Their tiny figures almost blurred in the bright rays of the sun. I had to squint from under the wide brim of the hat, in order to at least see something, the lace umbrellas overhead did not save. Glare reflected off the water, splitting and playing the game according to their own known rules. - "Favorite of the goddess," - looking up and looking closely, Etienne confirmed my guess. - How I would like to see him with sails. Probably, it will be an amazing sight, - Edith said enthusiastically. “Only if you stay on the shore,” my husband mockingly commented on the words of his girlfriend, “You can’t see all the beauty from the deck. Etienne and Edith have long since switched to "you" in conversation, deciding to put the formalities aside. In the end, we have a long journey ahead of us, and we will communicate quite often. A friend first proposed friendship and my husband readily agreed. - Departure is scheduled for the evening, almost at sunset. We will have dinner at the captain's reception. This is a mandatory presentation of the team on the first day of being on board, - referring to the papers, Etienne informed, - Dress code - evening dresses for maitre and tuxedos for masters. At these words, Edith and I looked at each other. Apart from my presence in the palace during the investigation into the assassination of King Edward, this is the first public appearance for us. Dinner hosted by the captain of the Goddess' Favorite, well-trained waiters serving distinguished guests. And we will be among them! My heart raced with anticipation, and my cheeks visibly warmed with excitement. Finally, I will be among the highest nobility, and the status of the wife of a diplomat will make us equal. It seems that marriage turned out to be a profitable match in this sense. She absentmindedly watched the approach of the port, the wheels of an open carriage tapped on the cobblestones of the pavement, and the hooves of the horses counted the rhythm fractionally. Anticipating a trip by sea, I expected a completely unusual, magical time spent on a ship. The noise of the port hit us unexpectedly. But we rolled along the empty road, looking at the ships lined up along the piers, as if we had gone down to coastline , were surrounded by loud cries of loaders, the creak of winches pulling bulky boxes onto merchant ships, sharp whistles and the ringing of ship bells. The crew stopped, and we had to independently overcome the short distance remaining to the gangway of the "Goddess's Favorite". We were met by two sailors on both sides, they were there to help passengers who were not used to walking on a shaky surface. They watched intently as we walked down the gangplank and saluted, welcoming us aboard. There was a sharp smell of wood, tar and strong tobacco. The salty wind immediately ruffled the wide brim of the hats, pulling the openwork umbrellas out of the hands. Étienne introduced himself to the officer who met us and gave instructions about our luggage. Then one of the stewards was put at our disposal, who hurried to escort us to the assigned cabins. Unusual smells, sounds stunned. The creaking of masts overhead, the clatter of heels on plank flooring, bustling sailors hurrying about business - everything was unusual, and I looked around in confusion. The cabin they gave us was spacious enough, as far as I could compare with Edith's room. We had a small living room and a bedroom with a large bed. There was also a shower behind the fence. A friend was content with a cabin with a bed and two chairs, but she also had amenities. As Etienne explained to us, the "Goddess's Favorite" is the most comfortable ship, designed for the travel of wealthy aristocrats. Therefore, each dwelling had separate amenities. Often, titled persons took with them secretaries, personal servants, it was for such people that modest premises were intended. Edith was not at all embarrassed by this explanation. She looked with delight through the round window and admired the port from the sea. - Claire, I'll go and report to the consul about our arrival on the ship, while you settle down, - said Etienne, leaving the two of us. As soon as he left the cabin, there was a knock on the door. We looked at each other and I let him in. - Metressa Attalia, I'm your steward, - the young man introduced himself, going inside. A black suit with a white shirt and gloves looked impressive. A polite smile on a clean face spoke of a willingness to serve. Ironed trousers with sharp arrows, polished shoes to a shine - everything gave the impression of a well-trained servant. - For my call, just press this button, - with these words, he showed a copper semicircle located in the wall, - And your wishes will be fulfilled. - Thank you... - paused, waiting for the name of the steward. - Gilles, at your service, Maitressa Attalia, - he bowed, introducing himself, - Do you have any wishes, questions? - I have a question, - Edith entered into the conversation, - I'm Maitressa Campo, am I also entitled to a personal steward? - For cabins of the second class, one steward is sent to help several people, - he politely replied, - You also have a call button. “Thank you, Gilles,” smiled her friend, looking at the young man with all her eyes. Housemaids were not new, but to have a male attendant seemed unusual. What dress will you wear to dinner? asked Edith, when the acquaintance with the attendants was over. - Tea rose colors? - She went to one of the suitcases, which had not yet been unpacked. - In the evening with artificial lighting, it will not look good. Put on something with silver embroidery, - advised a friend. “His back is too open,” I hesitated. - So be it! Beautiful and seductive, Edith stood up for the dress. Soon we were getting clothes out of our suitcases and started arguing. After all, the hardest thing in life is choice. Especially when he is. I managed to outsmart Edith by bringing up the question of her outfit for the evening. As a result, we both burned with enthusiasm, and all our thoughts turned to dresses, jewelry and hairstyles. During this time, we called the helpful Gilles several times. From him we learned about the presence of a laundry on the ship, where our dresses can be put in order, several trained maids in the state, able to create hairstyles for passengers, and they also instructed us on evacuation from the ship in case of danger. We asked about the rest of the passengers on the Goddess' Darling. They turned out to be not only diplomats accompanying the consul of Venalia to their homeland, but also wealthy travelers who set sail at the beginning of summer. The sea during this period is calm, the period of spring storms has passed, and the summer heat has not yet settled. We were assured that the company was decent and very respectable. After such information, Edith caught fire to make useful contacts, hoping in the future it will help attract more wealthy clients. I agreed with her arguments and sighed softly. After the wedding, Étienne and I no longer discussed my fees about the fortune-telling salon, tacitly deciding to postpone this conversation until we returned from the cruise. And we need to use this time to get to know each other better. I enjoyed the presence of my friend. With whom else could you discuss both the evening dress and the hairstyle that goes with it? Gilles is an obliging young man, but you won't talk to him about women's tricks? It turned out that he is an expert in this. The steward set up a burner for us to heat the curling irons and even served them in the right order. And on his own advice, the curls were fixed with magic so that the sea wind would not dishevel them on the open deck. With such an assistant, preparations for dinner with the captain were in full swing. Edith decided not to retire to her room, taking advantage of Etienne's absence, and we helped each other. It was much more fun and interesting than resorting to the services of twitchy maids, which were in great demand today. This was also reported to us by Gilles, who went to their service room. Actually, it was there that he borrowed the burners we needed. Thanks to our joint efforts, we stood side by side and looked at ourselves in the mirror. Edith emphasized the blackness of her hair, combing it smoothly at the temples and fluffing it up at the top of her head into a high hairstyle. I styled my light blond hair in waves around my face and made a magnificent cocoon out of it, from which two strands descended on my shoulders on both sides. I opted for an emerald dress with a square neckline. It set off the color of my eyes and emphasized a slender figure. Edith, in contrast to my strict appearance, stopped preferring an outfit of bright peach color. A few exotic bird feathers in our hair gave us both a perky air. There was very little time left before dinner, when Etienne literally burst into the cabin. - Ready? - Glancing briefly at our outfits, the husband hurried to close in the bedroom, where the tuxedo prepared by Gilles was waiting for him. It didn't take long for him to change clothes, and soon we all went out on deck together. The sight of the evening sun slowly sinking into the sea took my breath away. We stopped to enjoy the spectacle. A whistle and a sharp command rang out over the ship. We looked up and saw one of the officers standing on the bridge. The "goddess's favorite" trembled and swayed harder on the waves. Surprised, she grabbed her husband's hand. Our fears turned out to be unfounded. We sailed. The beach began to slowly recede. The sails on the masts fluttered open. The panels flapped in the wind, and then inflated, and the ship added speed. The sailors hung on the crossbars, obeying jerky commands, and all this strictly regulated fuss was illuminated by a red star. Probably the most beautiful and majestic moment in my life. The sailboat majestically went out to the open sea, and the sun painted it in purple - the favorite color of the goddess. The ringing of the bell reminded us of dinner. It is impolite to be late to the captain when he will represent the team. Entering the hall, we made sure that almost all the places at the tables were already occupied. The last latecomers hurried to accommodate according to the instructions on the cards. Etienne moved to the main and largest table in the middle of the room. Here our three places remained free. I don’t know how Maitresse Valandi succeeded, but Edith ended up with us, and not with strangers. The rich decoration of the hall could compete with luxury royal palace. Crystal chandeliers and sconces crushed the light, multiplying it. Magic balls hovered under the ceiling, adding brightness to the room. Their cold white color merged with the rich yellow from the candles, creating a festive mood. The elated mood was read on the faces of those present, whether they were young masters or venerable masters. Waiters in black coats with white shirts and gloves lined the walls, waiting for the signal to start dinner. It turned out to be the arrival of the captain and senior officers. The imposing man in the snow-white uniform stopped and waited for his subordinates to line up next to him. Conversations at the tables died down in anticipation of the words of the most important sailor on the ship. - Dear masters and metresses! Welcome aboard the Goddess's Darling! - the captain said in a set and confident voice, - My subordinates will try to make your trip comfortable. Happy sailing! The passengers considered it their duty to greet the senior officers with applause. The captain went to our table, the rest settled down behind the neighbors. I took turns looking at those sitting with us. The consul was immediately identified by his unusual appearance. Pale, almost white with blue skin, bright red hair could only belong to a native of Venalia - the country of snows and fogs. Remembering the geography studied at the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination, she could easily explain the characteristic appearance . Venalia is an island state that has not maintained relations with its neighbors for quite a long time. Due to the northern location, it often snows over the territory, but at the same time, the warm current does not allow it to linger for a long time. Melting and evaporating, high humidity is formed, hence the fogs, through which the sun rarely peeps to the ground. Next to the consul was the captain on one side and the good-natured-looking elderly master on the other. His neighbor turned out to be a respectable metressa. They seemed like old acquaintances, if not spouses. Several men in tuxedos are unknown to me, but Etienne exchanged friendly words with some of them, and I assumed that they were from the diplomatic group, his colleagues. Then another middle-aged couple stood out. They sat with a detached look, politely responding to speeches addressed to them. Edith found herself between two young men who clearly wanted to vie for her attention. And her brilliant brown eyes showed how much she enjoys communicating with them. Etienne introduced me to his and my neighbors, who turned out to be his colleagues, as expected, and after that the conversation between them, as expected, turned to politics. The waiters served dishes, removed empty plates, offered to pour wine. The menu was mainly seafood, which is not surprising on a ship, and I gave them credit. “May I offer you white wine, maîtressa,” a quiet and polite voice that sounded over my shoulder made me shudder in surprise. There was nothing unusual about the question, only the man who was now standing behind me and bowing in obeisance could not be here! I looked up at him and met black eyes. His lips slightly smiled, confirming the impossibility of the situation. The wine was suggested by my former mentor, Emiri Brossard. - Claire, problems? - Etienne's question returned to reality. - No, - stammering, she answered her husband and looked away from a familiar face, - I don't want white wine. Thank you. - Bring a berry, - Etienne turned to the "waiter" behind me, - my wife prefers it. “It will be done,” said a painfully familiar voice. And it's just crazy, but suddenly all the sounds around disappeared, and I distinctly heard the receding steps of a man. He's still here! On the ship! What does he need here? By an effort of will, she forced herself to sit and not look back after the departing master Brossard. Voices at the table were heard somewhere in the distance, not touching my hearing. I did not understand the words and did not participate in the conversation. She just stared blankly at her plate and poked at the food with her fork. Will he come back and bring berry wine? And if not? What if it's just a hallucination, and I heard it only because the thought of the master Brossard did not let go? Why is he on the ship? And why is he in a waiter's uniform? After all, his position in society allows him to pay for the trip on the "Goddess's Favorite" and, thanks to his status, to be at the table next to the captain, and not to serve! Troll offal! As soon as this man appeared in my life, everything flew to the barbarians in the steppe! I heard his footsteps from afar. He walked calmly and confidently. The carpet muffled the sounds, but it was impossible not to recognize the familiar gait. - Berry wine, metressa, as you requested, - a quiet voice made her vibrate with every sound. - Thank you. No need, - I said dryly, - I have enough. In fact, I was indifferent to any wine, but the berry one was reminiscent of the wedding day, and was firmly associated with memories of Etienne's kiss. I did not want to drink it from the hands of Emiri Brossard. - Pour me, my dear, - my husband asked, - Are you a sommelier? - No, master. I am a steward and part-time waiter, - without looking, I knew from the tone how the man's lips curved in a dismissive smile. - In our kingdom, any work is honorable, - said the diplomat. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a white-gloved hand holding a green glass bottle. A fragrant dark liquid splashed into the glass, and then the former mentor moved on to the next guest at the table. I stole a glance at him, and my heart ached painfully at the recognition. All the same profile, known to me by every dash. Clean-shaven cheeks, shadows around the eyes. I'm sure you haven't been sleeping well lately and haven't had much time to rest. His unusual hairstyle is short-cropped hair behind and unruly curly locks falling over his forehead. Everything about him seemed familiar. Shoulder turn, proud posture, lips uttering the same duty phrases. To any stranger, Maitre Brossard looked like a well-trained waiter, an obedient servant with good manners, and only I knew what he really was. Proud, implacable, disdainful of the favor of the aristocrats. He knew too well the falseness of friendly speeches, having lived all his life in the royal palace. And now I watched him curry favor in a servile bow to wealthy travelers who boast of their fortunes. I will never believe in his sincere desire to be in a subordinating position. Only not Maitre Emiri Brossard, who threw formidable accusations in the face of King Edward himself! He would rather go back to the lake house and earn his living as a healer than take a job as a waiter. Then what is he doing here? But the fact remains. His figure in service clothes bowed before the aristocrats he despised, who did not even notice his presence. Despite the rich selection of dishes, the appetite was completely gone. Étienne noticed my thoughtfulness and showed concern. I had to come up with excuses for how I felt. The seafood helped. He easily believed that from unusual food she felt a slight malaise. However, it was almost true. Many guests at the table leaned on the wine generously offered by the servants, and this allowed them to pay tribute to the skill of the cook. Edith, busy talking with her neighbors, hardly touched the dishes. I was happy for her, at least someone enjoys socializing over dinner. I hoped to regain my composure in the salon, where the orchestra played quietly, but my dreams did not come true. By order of the head waiter, all the waiters followed the guests. They scurried between entertaining travelers and served drinks. - Claire, ask for water? You look too pale, - Edith was worried, noticing my condition. “Perhaps,” she agreed. - Waiter, - a friend waved her hand, calling for the nearest one. It turned out to be Emery Brossard. - What do you want? Guilt? - he, as befits a good servant, did not look at us, lowering his eyes, but this did not make it any easier. “Bring my friend some water,” Edith ordered. The man glanced briefly at Edith, and read a lively interest in him. Chapter 4 - Perhaps I'd better go on deck, get some air, - she said as soon as the former mentor left. “Now I’ll take the cape,” Edith supported. I went to the door, and my friend was stopped by one of the young men sitting next to her. She would try to get rid of him as soon as possible, but I was itching for a breath of fresh air. On the open deck, in fact, the spirit of a cool breeze. I rubbed my hands over my bare shoulders, shivering shiveringly, but that cleared my thoughts a little. Have you been told today how amazing you look? - familiar mockery in simple words, supposed to mean a compliment, sounded too native. - Why are you here? - sharply turned to face the former mentor, - It's not because of me, - I stared inquisitively into his eyes that seemed black in the late evening twilight, - What kind of interest brought you to the ship? It's just a coincidence that the two of us are in this narrow space, but who do you really care about? Consul? Do you look after him among the attendants? - Tristan was right - chuckled Maitre Brossard - Your mind is able to compare the facts and draw the right conclusions. - Is the consul in danger? - I decided to ignore the assessment of my abilities. - No. The king's order is to accompany him to his homeland, - he calmly replied, - The members of the diplomatic group are officially watching him, I am watching everything, lost among the servants. So, Maitre Brossard was here by order of the king. All right. He wouldn't want to be around me for anything. Why would he date an ex-intern? Moreover, who has recently become a married metres. The old way of life of a man slipped an obvious answer, but I knew for sure that he did not need me. - It suddenly turned out to be convenient, - in the meantime, Maitre Brossard continued to speak, - no one takes stewards, waiters seriously, they have frank conversations with them, not embarrassed in expressions. Their faces are not remembered. We just don't exist for anyone. The servants are remembered if help is needed, but that's all. - I noticed you. The evening wind ruffled the naughty curls, and I could hardly restrain the desire to touch them. “You are special,” it was said in a strange tone, as if he put a completely different meaning into the words, but did not have time to unravel it. - Claire! Are you not cold? - I heard the alarmed voice of Edith, - Oh, thank you! - she drew attention to the tray in the hands of master Brossard, - you found my friend and brought her water. Claire, how are you? "It's all right," she assured her. - Sure? She threw a cardigan over my shoulders. - Full. Fresh air, a glass of water and a conversation with the waiter did me good. You didn't give your name. I must know how to deal with him! "Emiri," he introduced himself. - Wonderful! - Edith perked up, - We recently met Gilles, now we will not only turn to him with requests for help. “Always at your service, madam,” he bowed briefly, turned around and left, carrying a tray with an empty glass in his hands. - A handsome man, - Edith looked at her thoughtfully, - even in the uniform of a waiter, he draws attention to himself. - I did not pay attention, - I tried to answer as indifferently as possible. The evening air was cool, forcing her to wrap herself more tightly in a cape. It didn't help much. I was shaking and shaking with a small chill. - Emiri... . - Edith drawled thoughtfully, - a rare name, memorable. A friend leaned on the wooden railing and thoughtfully examined the night sea, splashing with noise somewhere below. The ship went at full speed, obeying the wind and the helm. - I think that was the name of your mentor, - she turned to me and looked inquisitively, - Emiri Brossard. Right? - You're right, - she answered, deciding for herself whether it is possible to devote a friend to the affairs of a fortune teller? - Strange coincidence. Don't you find? She didn't back down. - This is not a coincidence, - resolutely wrapped herself in a cardigan, - The waiter and my former mentor are the same person. Maitre Emiri Brossard. Edith looked at me for a long time. - So, that's why you were so excited during dinner when you saw him, - her friend drawled understandingly. I didn't expect to see him here. He signed the documents on the end of the practice, and now we are not connected in any way, - I tried to convey the information as dryly as possible. But it doesn't seem to work for me. My words only further fueled the interest of the curious fortune-teller. “As far as I remember, your mentor was influential at court. Then why are we watching him act as a waiter? - inquisitiveness of the mind is characteristic of all graduates of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. - About this I can only guess. I'm sure Maitre Brossard was here for a reason, - she tried to avoid answering. Soothsayer did not ask to keep his secret, but his very position on the ship, when he works incognito, does not say that I should not spread about the order of King Robert? The former mentor trusted me, knowing that I would not let you down. - Tell me, is that why you lost your gaiety, parting with your mentor? - All-understanding girlfriend screwed up her eyes. - I became a married and respectable mother, - she smiled broadly in response, - Tricks and flirtatious conversations with fans were left behind. - Oh, something doesn’t please me with such prospects in marriage, - Edith was horrified cheerfully, - If marriage means becoming boring, then I’d rather live my life alone. “And you will break the hearts of men with your inaccessibility,” I laughed. - That's it! Let them prove that marriage with them is a worthy substitute for the freedom of fortune tellers! She grabbed my arm and led me back to the salon. The cold wind ruffled the clothes, leaving alone the hairstyles preserved by magic. Fully appreciated the advice of an experienced Gilles.

Sea cruises continue to be popular mediterranean sea among the inhabitants of Europe, the population of continental America is not indifferent to them. Agree, it would be very strange if Russian lovers of cruise tourism bypassed this direction. So let's talk about which Mediterranean cruises for 2020 deserve special attention and relevant for residents of the Russian Federation, what are the prices, and what is the schedule of the most popular routes offered by leading travel companies.

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People planning to go on a sea voyage to the countries of the Mediterranean are inevitably faced with a huge number of a wide variety of proposals. There are about three and a half thousand of them on the Via Maris website alone. Is it a joke to get acquainted with each of them and choose the most attractive for yourself? However, the client does not need to independently study the features of each tour. All that is required of him is to roughly know the main parameters of the trip of interest (city of departure, duration of the tour, approximate date of departure, etc.), our employees will be happy to inform you about everything else.

All inclusive Mediterranean cruises in 2020 are all you need to make a call from Russia to a toll-free number. We will inform you about the most up-to-date routes that suit your preferences, tell you about ticket discounts, and provide professional assistance in choosing an individual package of services. But let's not deviate from the topic. And let's take a closer look at the key features that cruises on a liner in the Mediterranean have.

As we have already said, it is quite difficult to stop on your own on any particular route. It is also not easy to decide on the list of countries that should be visited in the process of this exciting journey. Let's start with the fact that cruise tours can take place both in the Asian, European or African part of the Mediterranean Sea, and in all of the above directions combined. And now - a little "fuel to the fire": tourist routes can run through twenty-one independent states, in which dozens of cities, regions and hundreds of various attractions are located. To see all this, you need to spend at least a few months. But in order to comprehend the atmosphere of the most remarkable places in the Mediterranean, a few days are enough. The latest information for those who travel is rather "rarely, but accurately" rather than long and imposing. For everyone else, keep going.

Saturation of available routes

About two and a half million square kilometers occupies the area of ​​​​the Mediterranean Sea. This means that the sea "odyssey" will allow you to fully enjoy the beauty of the water surface, which is surrounded by several continents at once. Partly due to this unusual location, partly due to climatic conditions, the saturation of tourist routes that allow you to cruise the Mediterranean with benefits for the soul and for the body.

Seasonality of routes and weather conditions in the main directions

We have already talked a little about the location, now, as for the climate: because of its features, sea cruises to these places are equally popular in winter, summer and in the off-season. But the goals of tourist routes in different time years can be very different. For example, spring and summer are the seasons when it is advisable to cruise on the sea. In winter, in some Mediterranean countries, the weather deteriorates: sometimes it rains here, and in rare cases it even snows. However, the winter months are well suited to get to know the local attractions without queues, unnecessary noise and haste. This time of year is characterized by special routes. They can be recommended to those who are annoyed by noisy crowds of tourists from all over the world, who like to stroll slowly along interesting places taking photos near local attractions and visiting cozy cafes or restaurants.

The softest climatic conditions are celebrated in the very center of the Mediterranean - on island nation called Malta. These places, even in winter, can be visited without fear that bad weather or cold will tourist excursion by surprise.

More about shore excursions

One of the main attractions that Mediterranean cruises are famous for is the ability to freely participate in shore excursions. For residents of Russian latitudes, this is a real find. The local countries captivate travelers with the unprecedented beauties of nature, and local attractions immerse them in the wondrous world of their rich history. Every city here is a living monument of architecture, and every local square is a place where history was made.

As you can see, a tour on a Mediterranean liner is not only an opportunity to enjoy the beauties of the sea. This is a unique chance to learn a lot of new things, expand your knowledge about the history of ancient and modern states, and also capture yourself against the backdrop of famous sights that the vast majority of the inhabitants of the planet "Earth" can only see in a picture or on a TV screen.

As for the duration of parking in a particular city: it directly depends on the parameters of the tourist offer. Given the huge variety of tourist routes, parking times can vary significantly and should be known in advance, for example, at the moment when you are just planning to buy a 2020 Mediterranean cruise.

The variety of routes is a rather vague concept, if not ghostly. Therefore, let's talk about the main directions, which, in addition to the beauties of nature, allow you to see the sights largest cities and get to know the surroundings.

Popular destinations and favorite tourist routes

So, the first city that comes to mind to a traveler who is about to make a sea cruise from Moscow is Rome, the legendary haven of ships located in the very center of Italy. A tourist route with a call at the port of Civitavecchie, you will get to know the local sights in detail, visit the archaeological complex with the ruins of a real ancient city, and immerse yourself in the atmosphere of bygone eras. cruise tour by the Mediterranean Sea with a stop at Rome is recommended for those who are not indifferent to the Renaissance, and for whom historical values ​​are more than empty words.

Special attention deserves a cruise from Barcelona on the Mediterranean Sea with a tour of local attractions. After all, Barcelona, ​​currently the capital of Catalonia, is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful European cities. This is largely due to the rich architectural heritage that came to life during the Middle Ages and the rapid development of European culture. The architectural appearance of the city organically combines the most popular styles, allowing endless enjoyment of the creations of ancient masters. And if you are interested in how much it costs to cruise on a liner in the Mediterranean Sea with a starting or intermediate route point located in Barcelona, ​​representatives travel agency Via Maris will be happy to help you sort out this issue.

Also, any cruise on a yacht in the Mediterranean, which took place without visiting Palma de Mallorca, can be considered wasted time. The same can be said about cruises, which are served by roomy ocean liners. It's about the extraordinarily beautiful ancient city, which is located on the shore of large bay. Tourists are welcome here unique beaches, amazing architecture and monuments of past eras that have survived to this day.

Before you go to exciting tour, it is necessary to solve one more, perhaps the most important question. Namely: what is the price, or how much will you have to pay for a trip on a liner in the Mediterranean? The answer to it depends on several factors: on the chosen season, on the direction, and also on the duration of the sea cruise. Detailed information regarding the cost of tours in the Mediterranean, you can get from our catalog. In addition to this, representatives of the Via Maris agency will be happy to answer any questions you may have.

Elena Pomazueva

Soothsayer. Practice in the province of Camargue

© Pomazueva E. A., 2017

© Art design, Alfa-kniga Publishing House, 2017

There was a merry bustle among the girls. We rejoiced at the end of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. We were wearing berets, trimmed with bright ribbons with the symbols of the faculties, embossed in gold. Dark blue robes of expensive fabric, pinned with large brooches on the right shoulder, fell in wide tails, revealing the rustling brocade skirts of floor-length evening gowns. According to the protocol, immediately after the presentation of diplomas and symbols of belonging to one of the received professions, a grandiose ball will be held. The highest nobility and the merchants of our city were invited, so that we could show off in front of all the outfits.

What young magician can resist the temptation to fix her own appearance? That's right, by the end of the first year, we were shining with beauty, the guys on the streets turned after us, and invitations to dates from fans rained down in silvery petals of messages written in a hurry. TO last year each found its own image, requiring minimal cost and effort to maintain it. Because, alas, in the morning, having overslept the wake-up call, many graduates forgot to put on a marafet and raced in their natural form, scaring passers-by along the way.

Pulling tails in various disciplines, preparing for a diploma and defending it took a lot of time and effort. But no one canceled parties, dancing until the morning and dates! At the same time, it was still necessary to think about future practice, to calculate everything in such a way as to make a good career. After all, a symbol of belonging to the profession - a diploma does not guarantee a high income. We'll have to prove that the young specialist is worth something. And yes, it doesn't hurt to get some practice!

Actually, the scheme of how a graduate finds his place in life has been worked out for a long time. The school was well known in the country, enjoyed the support of those who had already graduated from it, kept in touch with almost all the witches, sorcerers and healers, whom she regularly invited to teach and share her experience. Many of them readily responded to the proposal to take graduates for practice. Everyone was content and happy, especially today. Girls and boys excitedly discussed protection, as well as future life.

- Whom did you choose? I grabbed my friend's hand.

Edith and I have a rare unanimity. We liked each other from the first day we met. True, at the very beginning they accidentally doused themselves with ink, scorching a clumsy neighbor whose hands are growing out of the wrong place. But while they washed their fingers and washed their clothes, hurrying to the first formation, they managed to make friends. In addition, we both entered the faculty of divination, and this finally brought us closer.

"Metressa Valandi," she replied with hidden pride.

I chuckled softly. Here's a nimble girl! Managed to grab the most prestigious practice! Every soothsayer dreams of getting to Metresse Valandi from the first day of training! This is such a legendary person! She has clients from high society, of course, that in her salon you can make the necessary acquaintances. Yes, and the metressa herself helps her protégés to get a good job.

- Cunning! - with full awareness of the importance of this fact answered her.

- And who are you? Edith asked.

“Emiri Brossard,” she said mysteriously.

- Whom? - Edith asked a little absently, glancing at the podium where the headmaster was going to make a speech.

“Emiry Brossard,” I repeated, just as absent-mindedly.

- Who is this? Edith turned to me.

“I don’t know, she’s from the Camargue,” I replied, and even stood up on tiptoe to see everything that was happening on the podium.

- And you decided to go to such a hole? Edith was surprised and pulled her elbow, drawing my attention to herself.

- Let it go! Think Camargue! But her practice counts for two years, ”I said importantly. “As long as you smile and fuss around your patroness for the entire set time, I will already finish my internship and get a decent job!”

The opportunity to start looking for a well-paid job a year ahead of others attracted me to the extreme. My ambitious plans were wide-ranging. Mom made useful acquaintances, boasting at the right moment about her smart daughter, who was about to graduate from the famous school. So it didn’t make sense to lose a whole year in practice with a fortune teller for a standard salary from the school. I have a gift, I have developed it decently during my studies, and the rest can be improved in the process. Moreover, I never shied away from self-education, not limited to a mandatory program course. So, with the approval of her beloved mother, she chose the Camargue, despite the remoteness of the province.

"Claire, you're the same as always!" Either all or nothing. Edith shook her head, but continued to smile.

"Quiet, you bastards!" - shushed us, because the director began his heartfelt speech.

“On this day, we say goodbye to our graduates,” the principal, who graduated from our school with a degree in witchcraft, spoke in a loud, well-placed baritone voice. He inexplicably managed to cope with the entire team, from the teaching staff

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