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Annotation: The mentor signed documents on the early completion of the practice from the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. A new life is ahead. Left behind the strict Emiri Brossard, the master Odilon and the intrigues of the royal court. Claire and her husband go on a honeymoon trip. 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 confined space - from passengers to crew members Chapter 1 The echoing sound of the temple disc echoed 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 multicolored ribbons of the metress hats, tossed the skirts of the masters' coats. From the window of the room allotted to the brides before going out to the bowl, one can see the future spouse, guests and relatives gathered in front of the temple. With a wandering gaze, she slid over the male figures, hoping and fearing to find a familiar personality. Dark, unruly curls, cut short in the back, and falling in front of brown eyes. He was not here. My mentor, Maitre Emiri Brossard, did not attend his intern's wedding in Tulus. The hope of his appearance did not leave until the first blow to the temple disk. No, he definitely rejected my proposal for a joint future, wishing 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 if I noticed a familiar silhouette in the crowd of guests. Could I calmly walk by and take the marriage vow, knowing about the presence of a man who has occupied all my thoughts lately? We had to go through and experience a lot. Death of Christoph, who saved me from certain death, who covered one restless witch with himself. The accusation of Emiri Brossard in the murder of King Edward, and then a thorough investigation of the attempts on the life of Prince Robert and his wife Orianne, who turned out to be one of those who wanted to take the vacated throne. And our goodbye at the parents' house, when not a trace remained of the understatement. - Claire, it's time. Get ready. Soon there will be a second blow, - mother said with excitement in her voice, entering the room for the brides. - Already? - turned her back to the window, trying to hide the disappointment befell. The face was in shadow, giving it the opportunity to give it an expression of solemnity. According to my recollections, brides at weddings went to the temple bowl in just such a mood. We need to shake ourselves up, leave everything unnecessary in the past and look into the future, where a new life awaits. Husband, marriage and honeymoon. - Don't worry, - noticing my condition, my mother said, - Everything will go just fine. The guests have gathered and are eagerly awaiting at the temple. “I'm supposed to be worried,” she smiled faintly in response. - You're right, baby, - my mother put her arm around her shoulders. She tried to support, but I realized from the tremors of her hands that she had to make an effort to stay outwardly calm. My parents sincerely wished me happiness. I did not doubt it. They tried to protect my life from the slightest danger. My father was worried when I was in the palace and took part in the investigation of the murder of King Edward. He warned about the dangers of high society, waiting for the numerous smiles of aristocrats. Relatives made the only right decision in their opinion, choosing a worthy young master as my wife. Etienne Attaglia was born in Tulus, 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 is investing all his strength in his career. The future husband does not have a magical gift, but colleagues and mutual acquaintances spoke about him only positively. 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 Attalya, 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 mind the independent business, but also promised all-round help. After all, he has many acquaintances and friends, not only in the diplomatic service. Etienne is easy to communicate with. A charming smile lit up his face during a conversation, infecting with spontaneity. In his company, I involuntarily caught myself on the fact that after a while I begin to look cheerfully at life and the prospects of life 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, thanks to diligence and dedication in the complete absence of magic, that won the trust of his father. My timid objections to a brief acquaintance with my future spouse were not taken into account. My safety and a peaceful future were at the forefront, which, according to my parents, could not be like that next to Emiri Brossard. His reputation at the royal court, his dissolute lifestyle did not speak in his favor. It was the presence of a mentor in my life that prompted a parent to take decisive measures - to find a husband for his daughter, proceeding not from heart affection, but from considerations of better happiness. The second blow of the gong silenced the excited voices in front of the temple. The guests ceremoniously walked inside, examining the festive decoration. I myself was staring when I passed by. I do not know what expenses the parents went to and who they had to convince to give permission, but the hall with high canvases was decorated with the help of 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 live own life ... The buds were filled with juice and blossomed with iridescent inflorescences. She involuntarily pulled her nose, trying to inhale the scent. But the magic extended only to the visual illusion, in the temple there was a usual smell of incense sticks. - Everything! It's time! Your way out. ”Mom’s commanding tone shook him. Now I will leave the room and head towards the center of the hall. Breathing more air into her chest, as if before jumping into the water, she stepped resolutely towards the door. The past with stupid hopes is left behind, and a new, as yet frightening life awaits me. She glanced briefly towards the ritual bowl and smiled slightly at her fiancé. A tall, handsome young man my father had chosen to marry, he made an impression in a navy blue suit made in the latest fashion. They had just begun to enter into the custom of wearing long jackets, and not everyone abandoned the usual cut of the cropped front. The strict costume was decorated with modest embroidery with silver thread. Having habitually switched to magical vision, she noted the protective spells, imperceptibly woven into the pattern of the pattern. The hair was bristling with a disobedient "hedgehog", imparting impudence to the strict appearance of the groom. Blue-gray eyes looked at the assembled guests calmly and appraisingly. During several meetings with him, Etienne noticed this feature. He always looked around and scrutinized even random passers-by. His observation was amazing. He could remember which hat he was looking at, and even name the color of the piping in the decoration. Such attention to my person flattered and disposed to the young man. Preparations for the wedding were carried out without my direct participation. Mom took care of all the trouble. Father and former guardians discussed money issues with the groom, and Milka and I got a choice of dresses and jewelry. The younger sister enthusiastically plunged into a series of fittings and selection of boutonnieres for the wedding dress. Surprisingly, the little charming girl had enough taste to give good advice. True, they boiled down to simple statements: "No!" and "Wow, how beautiful!" But this was enough to make a decision. I took the first step out of the bridal room at the same time as the priest came out of the opposite door. Smiled at such symmetry. After all, according to legend, the bride should come to the bowl at the same time as the templar, then the goddess's blessing will descend on the future wife. A solemnity reigned on the bald man's face, and his eyes, meeting my gaze, gave a smile. The old templar adhered to old traditions and tried to walk with me step by step. Silence reigned around. As soon as we met at the bowl, huge flowers flashed overhead, and butterflies flew out of them. Luminous pollen fell from the wings of the insects, and with magical eyes, she was fascinated by the weaving of the spell of protection and the wish of happiness and good luck. Tiny curls fell over the shoulders, enveloped in magic. In ordinary reality, I was decorated with colorful butterflies flapping their wings with every movement. The priest offered up a prayer to the goddess, asking for blessings for "this woman and this man." A thick baritone echoed over the heads of those present. I heard the quiet sighs of young metress, dreaming of being in my place next to the bowl, and venerable matrons remembering their wedding. The bright rays of the spring sun played on the edges of the ritual vessel. The bald templar with a solemn air scooped up water from the divine source and handed the round vessel to me, as the keeper of the future family hearth. Then the priest scooped it up again and held it out to Etienne. He pressed his lips to the edge, staring straight into my eyes. Not seeing the usual good-natured smile, I felt his appraising look on myself. Sharp, attentive and I would even say undressing. The glamor subsided instantly, as soon as the groom returned the dishes back to the priest. They looked at me again with almost adoration. And now the unbreakable gaze expressed interest and enthusiasm. Such a masculine look cannot be confused 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. Sis 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. “Blessed day, metressa Attalya,” came a familiar sonorous girlish voice. - Edith! - I was delighted, - Meet me, this is my husband Etienne, and this is my friend. We learned divination together. “Blessed day, metressa,” my husband bowed politely. Edith made a short curtsy. I saw with what interest she looks at the young man next to me, but at the same time tries to mask it with a friendly treatment. She appreciated the combed dark blond hair, charming smile, stately figure, and then looked at me expressively. There was approval in her eyes. I myself understood that if Etienne and I had met under different circumstances, our relationship could have developed completely differently. My husband looked very attractive. Sometimes I caught the interested glances of women when we walked through the streets of Tulus. However, Etienne did not pay any 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 me strength to survive the endless string of guests rushing to name me by my husband's name. Now I have become the metressa Claire Attaglia, and every next congratulatory person hastened to emphasize this. All documents were signed last night and submitted to the Royal Chancellery for signature in order to record the civil status of Maitre Etienne Attaglia and Metressa Claire Alusier. Today, a celebration took place in the temple of the goddess, where I finally changed my status, having ceased to be a young graduate of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination and became the wife of one of the employees in the diplomatic department. - Claire, metressa Valandy asked to convey congratulations, - meanwhile, between the monotonous speeches of relatives and friends, Edith said. - I sent her an invitation, - politely smiling, nodded to one of my dad's colleagues. A short man with noble gray hair on his temples spoke at length about how incredibly lucky I was to marry the meter Attalya. Etienne tried to tactfully get rid of the interlocutor, but he even grabbed her husband by the sleeve of his jacket so that he would not be pushed aside in the crowd. So to exchange phrases with a friend turned out fragmentarily and with large intervals. - She was detained by King Robert, - Edith managed to cut in between the congratulatory speeches, simultaneously fighting off the attention of one of the young people. Together, we looked spectacular - 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? - the friend was stunned by the information. - Why did you decide this? - Impolitely turned away from some stranger who was shaking hands with Etienne. - Metressa Valandi said, - Edith nodded importantly, - King Robert summoned the chief priest and gave such an order. And I was still wondering 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 congratulations dried up, and we were able to enter 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 lightly squeezed, expressing support and attention. She looked at him gratefully. He is a good man, and I will try to be an exemplary wife for him. We were the last to arrive in the hall where the banquet is to take place. Everyone who was in the temple during the ceremony and who joined the celebration later was looking forward to us. Tables were crammed with treats, and misted decanters with strong liquor and bottles of wine, rising among the variety of dishes, called for treats. Despite the excitement that did not let go from the early morning, even I felt the desire to refresh myself. What can we say about the guests, eagerly casting a glance at the richly set table? Dad invited everyone to the table, and then the celebration began. Edith and I had to part. Etienne and I sat down at a free-standing table, and the guests were seated according to the cards. It is a pity to talk almost failed, I wanted to ask in more detail about life in the capital, and about the Valandi metress too. I know Edith does not accompany her mentor to the palace, but maybe she tells her at least something about the king, the new constable and ... my other acquaintances. At this thought, she exhaled, looked at the handsome young man next to her and diligently smiled back at him. 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 metressa Valandi is still the sorcerer of the court. And yet I wanted to know at least a little more detail about these people who were a part of my life last winter. But we will have to postpone a long and interesting conversation for me until the end of the banquet. I was looking forward to the signal when I could get up from the table and go to Edith. But alas, the invited guests seemed to be deliberately trying to exhaust their patience. I even started to fidget in place, wanting to leave the place in full view. - Soon it will all be over, and we will only be left alone, - intercepting my hand, wrinkling an innocent napkin, tried to cheer up Etienne. “I wanted to talk to Edith,” she smiled softly in response to the support. - Long time no see? - asked her husband. “Since graduation at the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination,” I replied. - I understand, - his smile widened a little, giving warmth in his eyes, - I think we can ask for a break. - Do you think? - She looked uncertainly at my dad, with a happy expression on her face listening to her immediate superior. “You’ll see,” Etienne winked. His gaze became serious as he examined the guests at the table, and then, when the congratulatory speech was seated on a chair, Etienne got up himself and raised a glass full 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, saluting. - I want to raise a toast to my adorable young wife Claire Attalya! - his voice sounded distinctly in the spacious room. And these words were immediately picked up by the discordant chorus of guests. Etienne 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 proclaimed again. The musicians immediately began to play a little louder from the adjacent dance hall. We walked past the tables under the gaze of all those present, breaking the flow of the celebration. Not everyone has expressed congratulations yet, not all parting speeches have sounded from the lips of experienced masters and metress. But no one dared to object to a self-confident man who wished to whirl the newlywed in a dance. We only danced together. The guests soon settled in a circle, but all remained to the side, allowing us to whirl in a whirlwind of music. My partner moved beautifully, and almost immediately adapted to each other. I looked into the gray-blue eyes of my husband, not noticing anything around. Etienne made a few compliments to make him feel more confident. I liked his presence nearby. Will it always be this way? When the dance was over, 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 room. I looked for Edith, wanting to be with my friend for a little while. Etienne was the first to find her and bring her to her. - Can I leave my wife, metressa with you? - from the charming smile of a man, a blush began to play on the girl's cheeks. 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 girlfriend hastily assured him. Etienne tactfully walked away not far, talking to one of his acquaintances. At the same time, he did not lose sight of me and at the same time allowed him to freely communicate with Edith. - Well, Claire! - Shaking her head, stretched out a friend, - You surprised by your marriage! In response, she was silent, only throwing a short glance in the direction of Etienne. It is too long and difficult to explain the reasons that prompted my dad to hastily marry me off. “I finished my practice ahead of schedule,” I told her. “I know that,” she replied, “metressa Valandi lamented and swore heavily at Master Aluzie. Did you know they know each other? “Yes,” she answered shortly. - I will not convey the expressions that she called your father, - Edith giggled quietly, - you can believe me, metressa did not stint to go over all the shortcomings of both the master Aluzier himself and all the men. With warmth I remembered the glorified witch. Our first meeting, when I almost fell under severe punishment for using magic in the palace, turned out to be unforgettable and instructive. And further communication with metress Valandi brought a lot of new knowledge. - So everyone? I asked cheerfully, waiting for the story to continue. - Believe me, everyone got it! And even to King Robert himself. Although your mentor was among the leaders with unflattering epithets, - the girlfriend assured, - I don’t know why he was so special in front of her. - I also got it from the respected witch? - a familiar voice made me flinch with surprise. With mixed feelings, she turned to the man with a southern tan and a white-toothed smile. - Maitre Odilon! - Edith and I breathed out in sync and politely bowed in a half-bow. - Really temperamental metressa never walked in my address? the former royal judge asked, responding to the greeting with short nods. Edith excitedly looked at me, looking for a clue or advice, and I was glad of an unexpected meeting with an old acquaintance. - 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 went cold, his eyes were like ice, arrogance appeared in his expression. He threw up his chin, showing open disdain for the distinguished guest. “Accept my congratulations, Master Attalya,” the new constable of the court extended his hand to shake. “Thank you,” Etienne said dryly. I did not understand the changes that had taken place. Just now, my husband was beaming with benevolence towards all the invited guests, and suddenly, when he met the former royal judge, he became not like himself. Edith looked confusedly from one man to another. Only one master Odilon glowed 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 harsh tone. - Master, you allow yourself indecent liberties when addressing my wife, - it seems that sand creaked on my teeth from such words. Once I, too, was shocked by the shameless appeal of the royal judge to me, but over time I got used to it and stopped paying attention to the 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 in correcting my mistake. Once upon a time, Metress Aluzier and I closely communicated during an investigation in the province of Camargue, and since then this appeal has taken root to a charming graduate of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. “Claire is now my wife and respected metressa Attalya. I ask you to leave familiarity in addressing her, - Etienne gave the former royal judge a haughty look. Chapter 2 My husband, making a remark, tried to observe the decency 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 have an old friendship, although his free appeal to me from the very first days has long ceased to irritate. - What do you have in the box? - Edith intervened, trying to defuse the situation. “A present,” the court constable answered shortly and again held out the black box in his open palm. The velvet material covered the sides, the villi shimmered with multicolored flashes in the light of lighted candles and magic balls that adorned the dance hall. - Whose? - Etienne did not remain indifferent. - Mine, - again confined himself to a dry answer Maitre Odilon. I stretched out my hand on the one hand, reassured by this assurance and on the other, agitated by my husband's displeasure. A small object easily fit in the man's wide palm, but I immediately felt the tangible weight of the box, barely took it with trembling fingers. She threw back the rounded lid and held her breath for a fraction of a moment, and then raised a surprised look at the donor. An elegant ring with a tiny black stone could not be fooled by its small size. A powerful crystal, set in a 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 wore on the arm of the constable of the court. “A present from an old friend,” Maitre Odilon explained, catching my amazement. I'm sure he noticed my understanding of the value of jewelry. In the palace, the question of strengthening the protection of the king with the help of these crystals was discussed. 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,” Etienne said, taking the black box from my hands and looking closer. “I hope you don’t mind your wife wearing my gift?” - the polite tone of the constable did not fit in my view with the usual manner of communication of the meter of Odilon. Was it possible that life in high society changed him so? Of course, the southerner’s sarcastic remarks sometimes jarred, but somehow I managed to get used to them. And now cold politeness, correctly constructed phrases repelled with their impersonality. But behind this mask hides a cheerful and temperamental inhabitant of the Camargue province. “Claire, try it on,” Edith nudged lightly. She accurately considered the unusualness of the ring and now, for sure, is eager to ask in more detail about its purpose. But in the presence of my husband I was in no hurry to do this. In an incomprehensible way, Etienne forced both her and me to hide the overwhelming curiosity. And the master Odilon did not try to win over the interlocutor. Rather, we tried to observe decency in the conversation and could not wait for the moment when we were three of us. However, Etienne was not going to go anywhere. I took a ring out of the box, it sat on my finger flawlessly. The corners of Master Odilon's lips twitched into a faint smile. If not for my knowledge of the facial expressions of a man, I would never have noticed. - Thanks to. Very beautiful, - I said, feeling the warmth spreading in my soul. - Master Constable! one of Etienne's former guardians said from afar. This man was one of those who drew up the prenuptial agreement and all the affairs of my husband. 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 representative man, the same age as my father. - A pleasant surprise! - he shook hands with Maitre Odilon. “Mutually, Maitre DuLage,” said the former royal judge, keeping a friendly expression on his face with all his might. - Do you know each other? - I asked, watching the efforts of the southerner to conduct small talk. “I had to meet in the palace,” Maitre Odilon replied, turning to me, while his gaze clearly showed the desire to run away from the interlocutor, too zealously shaking his hand. - Maitre Odilon is a famous person in the Corps of Royal Judges, - an obsequious smile spread over the thin lips of Maitre Dulage, - 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, “metressa Attalya took an active part in the capture of one of the most dangerous killers. - Claire? - my husband demanded an answer. - It was, - I confirmed, - It happened by accident. - Nothing like this! - Maitre Odilon interrupted me, - Your divination helped in the investigation. Thanks to your prediction, the Governor of Dubier, Maitre Ibert, survived. And your visit to the sorcerer helped you catch the killers. "Claire, did you really do it?" Risking your life? - Edith clung to the sleeve of the dress and began to stir. “That’s how it was,” smiled Master Odilon. - No more investigations! No catching killers! Is that clear, Claire ?! Etienne snapped, overlapping the music in the ballroom. Oh goddess! Frightened, she glanced around. Everyone was looking 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. - Reasonable remark, metressa Attalya, - Maitre DuLage entered into the conversation, - The duty of a young wife is to give her husband's attention, and not to seek adventure. Follow him everywhere and please the slightest desires. The feeling of squeaky sand on my teeth became intrusive. This is exactly 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 it really going to be like this in my marriage? And dreams of independence and own business will remain only dreams. - Is that how you imagine family happiness? - asked Maitre Odilon, not taking his attentive gaze from my husband's attorney. - Are you married? - Mater DuLage answered the question with a question. - No. - When you get a wife, then we will return to discussing this issue, - the man blossomed with a smug smile. The constable remained 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 me, this is the master Odilon constable of the court of his majesty, - hastened to introduce the men to each other. They exchanged traditional greetings, and the discussion about the role of the wife in marriage ended. - Maitre DuLage and Maitre Attalya, I need to talk to you about the trip, - it turned out that dad appeared on business. Etienne hesitated, not wanting to leave me with the constable, but my father insisted and stubbornly led both interlocutors aside. - Kitty, are you sure of your choice? - looked after my husband and his attorney Maitre Odilon. “I hope Maitre Attalya has a different view,” Edith said grimly. - Life will show, - tried to get away from discussing the topic. “Thank you again for the ring,” I thanked more sincerely. - Not at all, - the constable smiled warmly, - I know that with your restlessness you will definitely get involved somewhere else. Therefore, I specially ordered it. Moreover, given my current position in the palace, this is not difficult. I would give it to you in any one, but here is such a reason - a wedding! The question about the fate of Master Brossard was on my tongue, but I restrained myself not to ask it. It is indecent for a married metress to take an interest in the life of a man who has rejected her in the past. - What kind of travel did Maitre Aluzier talk about? Edith asked. - Etienne and I are going on a cruise on the sea. He is assigned to the diplomatic team escorting the consul of Venalia to his homeland. This will be our honeymoon trip, - answered a friend. - Sea cruise?! she asked enthusiastically. “This guy's got a good job,” the constable chuckled. “Combine work and honeymoon. She lifted her nose, again hearing the mockery in her voice. Be that as it may, but Etienne is my husband, although he was chosen by his father, and not by his own heart. But I will not let him belittle him either. - Kitty, do not throw evil glances at me, - the southerner said conciliatoryly, - I was only surprised at his grasp. You won't be lost for such a husband. “You know, Claire, I'll go with you! Edith blurted out unexpectedly. “How I like the determined metressa,” Maitre Odilon muttered with a contented 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 gave one of his white-toothed smiles to both of us. He looked at Edith expectantly. - 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 came up to us. The name of the master Odilon sounded in the conversation, and the girlfriend remained without a name. - So I'll talk to the great witches ... che ... the sorcerer Valandi and his Majesty, - Master Odilon hesitated, but corrected himself in time. “Claire is right, they won't let me go until the end of the practice. Otherwise, it will be a violation of the conditions, - the friend was sad. - Do not hang your nose ahead of time. Just trust me. I have a plan. ”The ex-royal judge's confident tone was reassuring and fearsome with understatement. I'm even afraid to imagine what exactly he was up to. - Kitty, will you dance with me? - the man gallantly offered his hand, and I readily put my palm. “With pleasure, Master 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 will not be bored. I soon spotted her dancing around with a smiling partner. - Do you want to ask anything? - Leaning to my ear, asked the Master Odilon. - Of course, - readily kept up the conversation, finally being alone with him, - How is His Majesty doing? “Not bad,” said Master Odilon. The death of Princess Orianna undermined the truce with Intuly, now King Robert is looking for allies in confrontation with old enemies. “It must have been hard for King Hilbert to learn about his daughter’s death,” I said knowingly. - Rather, he was unhappy with the failed plan to seize our kingdom, - the constable shook his head. - You think so? - was amazed at the indifference of the father, who had lost his daughter. - I myself delivered the body of the princess to Intualia and saw it, - assured the master Odilon, - Orianna for Hilbert was a means to achieve the cherished goal. The girl was brought up in the palace by teachers and tutors. There was never a warm relationship between father and daughter. I remembered the late King Edward, who was about the same attitude to the heir to the throne - Prince Robert. The director, Maitre Arnaud Vaillant, trained him and Emiri Brossard at the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. “Besides, Orianna isn't the only child. King Hilbert has two more sons. Princes Gareth and Dwayne. By the way, sensible young people, - continued the story of the constable. “As arrogant as Princess Orianna?” - remembering the intuition, I asked. - Hard to say. I did not know the princess during her lifetime. However, the heirs of Intualia seemed to me more preoccupied with the succession to the throne. They try to plot against each other in order to blacken in the eyes of the king. Interstate affairs are of little concern to them. Receiving our delegation with the body of a sister, they behaved with dignity, but they talked only with their father. Rather, they played the role of extras alongside a strong personality. - There is no worse trouble than a weak king in the state. We were lucky with His Majesty, - making another "pas", summed up the story about the rulers of Intualia. - Who else would you like to ask? - Master Odilon narrowed his eyes slyly, drawing me closer to him. - How did you settle in your new place? - innocently waved her fluffy eyelashes at him. - He drove out Bertlen's servants, made several blood enemies, won the hearts of the metress of half of the royal court. In general, nothing remarkable, - he said happily, - Is there anyone else you are interested in? In response, she said nothing, trying not to meet her partner's gaze. This was a success, because the complex shapes allowed to gracefully turn the head. - By the way, the Grott family is expecting an addition, - without waiting for any other questions from me, the constable continued the conversation. "Is Maryele in position?" - I was delighted. “Louis is in seventh heaven,” Maitre Odilon assured. - He was very pious before, but now he goes to the temple every day to offer a prayer to the goddess. - And Nicholas? - the yellow-toothed cavalier from Art recalled. - I knew that you were not indifferent to him! - the partner laughed. It was impossible not to smile, and yet I tried to look at the interlocutor with a condemning glance. His free manner of communication attracted everyone's attention to us. - Our ladies' man missed you for a while, and then consoled himself in the arms of local beauties. There are rumors that one of them managed to catch a loving guy. So soon he will become a family man, and you probably will not recognize him if you come to visit Maryele, - the southerner told the latest news. Maryele, Maitre Louis Grott, Art, Nicholas. And also the house by the lake and the Maitre Brossard. It was only a year ago, but it seems that it happened in another life, which was left far behind. - Kitty, you are sad, - looking into his eyes, said the master Odilon, - By him? The shadow of the mentor invisibly appeared between us. I looked at my partner without looking up, but I could not utter the question that was torn from my tongue. “I'm happy for Nicholas,” she managed to squeeze out, pretending that we were continuing to talk about the native of Art. In response, the former royal judge chuckled, leaving an unanswered question. With the last sound of music, we bowed to each other, and my partner took me to Etienne. The husband glared at the constable, but refrained from barbs. - Happy voyage, Claire, - with these words the 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. For some reason I was sure Etienne would never let me go to the Camargue to visit Mariel. It's a pity I didn't ask about the time when the joyful event is expected. Nothing! I will write to her when I return from my honeymoon trip. We were dancing again with Etienne. He briefly explained why dad called him aside. My unwillingness to keep up the conversation stopped further conversations. And yet my husband could not resist and spoke out: - Claire, I would not want to see the constable next to you. He is in a high position at court, his attention is sought, but he is too free with you. I have to think about career and reputation. “Etienne, believe me, Master Odilon will never allow himself anything reprehensible,” she honestly assured her husband, trying to calm him down. - I am glad about the proximity of our trip. During this time, we get to know each other better and no high-ranking officials will be able to bring discord between us. Yes, it probably is. It seemed right to agree with him. Only I knew for sure, it was not the master Odilon who occupied my thoughts. - Claire! - Edith's joyful shout attracted attention. A friend almost ran in our direction. The cheeks were flushed, the dress parted in waves to the sides, sticking to the front legs. The toes of ballroom slippers peeped 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 her hands the friend was clutching a silvery petal, ready to crumble between her fingers. The eyes burned with excitement. “This is from the Valandi metressa.” She tried to convey a message to me, but it turned into silvery dust. “Don't scare me,” I demanded. Etienne squeezed my elbow with his hand in response to this remark, silently promising support. “I just got permission from metressa Valandi to travel with you. The written confirmation has already been sent and will arrive in Tulus tomorrow, ”Edith enthusiastically told the overwhelming news. “Explain yourself, metressa,” Etienne asked, puzzled. - I found out about your sea cruise and wanted to ask the mentor to allow me to accompany Claire, and the metressa Valandi herself sent me a message about this, - the friend hurried to explain, - The Great Witch! Awesome prediction! - And most importantly on time, - she chuckled softly under her breath, guessing where the legs grow from this "prediction". - Are you sure? "Favorite of the Goddess" - comfortable passenger ship and the cost of travel on it is considerable. Far away non-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 the mentors and do not think about the costs. Now my husband has outlined the situation in a businesslike manner. Etienne is assigned to the diplomatic group, and our travel is paid by the royal treasury. And what about Edith if the metressa 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 "Favorite of the Goddess", - Etienne made a specific proposal. “I’ll do so,” Edith squealed. She looked at her sympathetically. In fact, the money issue must be resolved. 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 dance, and we could no longer 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 kept trying to reach the flowers in my hairstyle, which she liked in the morning. And dad kept solemnity on his face. I was the only one 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 awaited us. The horses were importantly swinging their plumes on their heads to the beat of the clatter of hooves, and after us the guests waved their hands, pouring out onto the evening street. It was then that I became aware of 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 metressa. My surname became the name of my husband, and now we will share our worries and joys together. Etienne offered his hand to help him out of the open carriage. The curious people who had gathered around with incredible speed stared at us, but the young husband did not seem to notice them. He smiled charmingly, a warm palm slightly squeezed my cold fingers, and it seemed that he was not interested in anything in the world except me. Suddenly, the silver of the message flashed in front of his face, and then buried himself 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 across the man's face, - Now your friend is of the least interest. We'll talk about her tomorrow. Etienne's hot gaze could not be confused with anything else. His blue-gray eyes stared intently, hungrily. From this look I was embarrassed, and I wanted to breathe in the cool air. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Men's arms hugged my shoulders, warming, and Etienne's hot lips touched mine. He smelled of the sweet berry wine that was served to us at the table. The message fell like a silvery dust at my feet. Chapter 3 The smell of the sea was felt even before the port appeared. The cries of seagulls flying in the cloudless sky grew louder as we approached. The first to appear were the tops of the masts with flags flying on them. Different colors and images probably meant something, but as a person far from naval life, they did not tell me anything. I even tried to get up from impatience, trying to look more, and laughed, noticing exactly such a movement of Edith. We looked at each other and leaned back against the soft back of the seat. Etienne was busy looking at some papers sent to him just before his departure. From the way he raised his eyebrows, which caused a vertical crease on his forehead, and from the concentrated expression on his face, she guessed the importance of the documents. My husband was allowed only two days after the wedding to be out of work, and then watched the busy life of a diplomat preparing to go on a trip. 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 Valandi metressa, where she not only gave permission to travel accompanied by the Attalya spouses, but also attributed it to another mentor, who was on the ship "Goddess's Favorite". They promised to announce the name immediately upon arrival on board, since this moment was still being clarified. Edith was happy with the opportunity to go sailing and continue practicing, I was happy for her. The financial issue raised at the banquet was easily resolved. Metressa Valandi agreed to pay the expenses. Everything went well. Etienne, who grumbled the first two days of escorting the Campo metress, eventually acknowledged the best. After all, he had little time left to communicate with his young wife, and I will not be bored if Edith is around. The week passed quickly. Carried away by collecting and buying new dresses, relying on the status of a married metressa, I tried to forget the memories and experiences that tormented me. A new life, in which now the husband occupied the main place, a different attitude of others and the expectation of a sea voyage - everything distracted and drew prospects for the future. - Is this our ship? - asked, having examined the beautiful sailing ship. Its bare masts swayed slightly, and the deck was animated. The sailors scurried about with 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 my hat to see at least something, the lace umbrellas above my head did not save me. Glare reflected from the water, crushing and playing the game according to the same known rules. - "Favorite of the goddess", - raising his eyes and looking closely, Etienne confirmed my guess. - How do you want to look at him with sails. It will probably be an amazing sight, ”Edith said enthusiastically. - Only if you stay on the shore, - my husband commented mockingly on the words of his friend, - You can't see all the beauty from the deck. Etienne and Edith long ago switched to "you" in conversation, deciding to throw formalities aside. In the end, we have a long journey ahead of us, and we will communicate quite often. A friend was the first to offer friendship and my husband readily agreed. - Departure is scheduled for the evening, almost at sunset. We will have supper at the captain's reception. This is a mandatory presentation of the crew on the first day of being on board, - consulting the papers, informed Etienne, - Dress code - evening dresses for metress and tuxedos for masters. At these words, Edith and I exchanged glances. Apart from my presence in the palace during the investigation of the assassination of King Edward, this is our first time in the world. Dinner hosted by the captain of the Goddess's Favorite, well-trained waiters serving distinguished guests. And we will be among them! My heart leaped with anticipation, and my cheeks were noticeably warmer with excitement. Finally, I will find myself among the highest nobility, and the status of a diplomat's wife will make us equal. It seems that marriage turned out to be a profitable party in this sense. Absentmindedly, she watched the approach of the port, the wheels of the open carriage tapped on the cobblestones, and the horses' hooves counted out the rhythm fractionally. Anticipating a trip by sea, I was expecting a completely unusual, magical time spent on the ship. The noise of the port fell upon us unexpectedly. Only we rolled along an empty road, looking at the ships lined up along the piers, as if we had gone down to coastline, were surrounded by loud shouts of loaders, the creak of winches pulling bulky boxes to merchant ships, sharp whistles and the ringing of ship bells. The carriage stopped, and we had to cover a short distance on our own, which remained to the ladder of the "Goddess's Favorite". We were greeted by two sailors on both sides, they were here to help passengers who were not used to walking on a staggering surface. They watched closely as we walked down the ramp and saluted us aboard. It smelled pungently of wood, tar and strong tobacco. The salty wind immediately fluttered the wide-brimmed hats, yanking openwork umbrellas from their hands. Etienne introduced himself to the officer who met us and gave orders for our luggage. Then at our disposal was given one of the stewards, who hastened to escort us to the allotted cabins. Unusual smells, sounds were overwhelming. The creak of masts overhead, the clatter of heels on the planks, the scurrying sailors hurrying on business - everything was unusual, and I looked around in confusion. We were given a stateroom as large as I could compare to Edith's. We had a small living room and a bedroom with a wide bed. There was also a shower behind the fence. The friend was content with a cabin with a bed and two chairs, but she also had the amenities. As Etienne explained to us, "The Goddess's Favorite" is the most comfortable ship designed for the travels of wealthy aristocrats. Therefore, in each living room there were 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 in 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,” Étienne said, leaving us alone. As soon as he left the cabin, there was a knock on the door. We looked at each other, and I gave permission to enter. “Metressa Attalya, I'm your steward,” the young man introduced himself as he stepped inside. A black suit with a white shirt and gloves looked spectacular. A polite smile on a clean face indicated a willingness to serve. Ironed trousers with sharp arrows, polished shoes to a shine - all gave the impression of a well-trained servant. - For my call, it is enough to press this button, - with these words he demonstrated a copper semicircle located in the wall, - And your wishes will be fulfilled. - Thank you ... - paused, waiting for the steward's name. - Gilles, at your service, metressa Attalya, - he bowed, introducing himself, - Do you have any wishes, questions? - I have a question, - Edith entered the conversation, - I am Campo metressa, am I also entitled to a personal steward? - For second-class cabins, one steward is sent to help for several people, - he answered politely, - You also have a call button. “Thank you, Gilles,” her friend smiled, looking at the young man with all her eyes. The maids were nothing new, but it seemed unusual to have a male attendant. - What dress will you wear for dinner? - Edith asked when the acquaintance with the service personnel ended. - Tea rose colors? - went to one of the suitcases, which had not yet been unpacked. - In the evening under artificial light, it will not look good. Put on something with silver embroidery, - advised a friend. “His back is too open,” I doubted. - That's right! Beautiful and seductive, - stood up for the dress Edith. Soon we were getting clothes out of our suitcases and started arguing. After all, the most difficult thing in life is the choice. Especially when it is there. I managed to outsmart Edith by raising 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. We learned from him about the presence of a laundry on the ship, where our dresses can be put in order, several trained maids in the state who are able to create hairstyles for passengers, and we were also instructed on evacuation from the ship in case of danger. We asked about the rest of the passengers on the Goddess's Favorite. They turned out to be not only diplomats accompanying the consul Venalia to their homeland, but also wealthy travelers who sent sailing 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 society was decent and very respectable. After such information, Edith was on fire to make useful contacts, hoping in the future this will help to attract more wealthy clients. I agreed with her arguments and sighed softly. After the wedding, Etienne and I no longer discussed my fees about the witch's salon, tacitly deciding to postpone this conversation until the return from the cruise. And we need to use this time to get to know each other better. The presence of her friend was happy. With whom else could you discuss both the evening dress and the hairstyle relying on it? Gilles is an obliging young man, but you can't talk to him about women's things? It turned out, and in this he is an expert. The steward arranged for us a burner to heat our curling irons and even served them in the right sequence. And on his own advice, the curls were fixed with magic so that the sea wind would not ruffle 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 more interesting than resorting to the services of the twitched maids, who were snapped up today. Gilles, who went to their service room, also informed us about this. Actually, it was there that he borrowed the burners we needed. Through joint efforts, we stood side by side and looked at ourselves in the mirror. Edith emphasized the blackness of her hair, combing smoothly at the temples and fluffing it at the top of her head into a high hairstyle. I put my light blond hair in waves around my face and made a lush cocoon out of it, from which two strands descended on both sides of my shoulders. I opted for an emerald-colored dress with a square neckline. It set off the color of my eyes and emphasized the slender figure. Edith, in contrast to my strict appearance, stopped and preferred a bright peach-colored outfit. Several exotic bird feathers in our hair gave both of us a perky look. There was very little time left before dinner, when Etienne literally burst into the cabin. - Ready? - glancing at our outfits, my husband hurried to close in the bedroom, where a tuxedo prepared by Gilles was waiting for him. It didn't take long to change him, 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 sounded over the ship. We threw our heads up and saw one of the officers standing on the bridge. "The Goddess's Favorite" trembled and swayed more violently on the waves. Out of surprise, she grabbed her husband's hand. Our fears turned out to be in vain. We were sailing away. The shore began to slowly recede. The sails fluttered noisily on the masts. The canvases flapped in the wind, and then inflated, and the ship increased its speed. The sailors hung on the rungs, obeying abrupt commands, and all this strictly regulated vanity was illuminated by a red luminary. The most beautiful and majestic moment probably was not in my life. The sailboat majestically went out into the open sea, and the sun painted it purple - the goddess's favorite color. The ringing of the bell reminded us of dinner. It is impolite to be late to the captain when he is presenting the team. Entering the hall, we made sure that almost all the seats at the tables were already taken. The last latecomers were in a hurry to accommodate according to the directions on the cards. Etienne went to the main and largest table in the middle of the room. Here our three seats remained free. I don't know how the metressa Valandi succeeded, but Edith ended up with us, not with strangers. The rich decoration of the hall could rival the luxury royal palace ... Crystal chandeliers and sconces crushed the light, multiplying it. Magic balls floated from the ceiling, adding brightness to the room. Their cold white color merged with the rich yellow from the candles, creating a festive mood. High spirits were read on the faces of those present, be they young metress or respectable masters. Waiters in black frock coats with white shirts and gloves on their hands lined the walls, waiting for the signal to start dinner. It turned out to be the arrival of the captain and senior officers. A respectable man in a snow-white uniform stopped and waited for his subordinates to line up next to him. Conversations at the tables subsided in anticipation of the words of the most important sailor on the ship. - Dear masters and metresses! Welcome aboard the Goddess's Favorite! - the captain said in a well-trained and confident voice, - My subordinates will try to make your trip comfortable. Happy sailing! The passengers felt it their duty to greet the senior officers with applause. The captain went to our table, the others settled down at the neighboring ones. I took turns examining those sitting with us. The consul recognized him immediately by his unusual appearance. Pale, almost white with blue skin, bright red hair could only belong to a native of Venalia - the land of snow and fog. Recalling the geography studied at the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination, I 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 its 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 fog, through which the sun rarely peeps out on the ground. Next to the consul was the captain on one side and the good-natured elderly master on the other. His neighbor turned out to be a representative type of metress. 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 married couple stood out. They sat with a distant look, responding politely to the speeches addressed to them. Edith found herself between two young people who clearly wanted to compete for her attention. And in her shiny brown eyes you could see how much she enjoys communicating with them. Etienne introduced me to his and my neighbors, who turned out to be as expected of his colleagues, and after that the conversation between them, as expected, turned to politics. Waiters served dishes, removed empty plates, offered to pour wine. The menu was mostly seafood, which is not surprising on the ship, and I gave it credit. - I can offer you white wine, metressa, - a quiet and polite voice that sounded over my shoulder, made me flinch with surprise. There was nothing unusual about the question, only the man standing behind my back and bowing down could not be here! I looked up at him and met black eyes. His lips smiled slightly, confirming the impossibility of the situation. The wine was offered by my former mentor, Emiri Brossard. - Claire, problems? - returned to reality the question of Etienne. - No, - stammered, answered her husband and looked away from the familiar face, - I don't want white wine. Thanks to. - Bring the 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 want here? With an effort of will she forced herself to sit and not look after the departing Maitre Brossar. The voices at the table rang out somewhere in the distance, without touching my ears. I did not understand the words and did not participate in the conversation. I was just staring at the plate pointlessly and picking at the food with a fork. Will he come back and bring berry wine? And if not? What if it’s just a hallucination, and I only heard it because the thoughts of Master Brossar didn’t 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 "Favorite of the Goddess" 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 steps from afar. He walked calmly and confidently. The carpet muffled sounds, but it's impossible not to recognize the familiar gait. “Berry wine, metressa, as you asked,” a quiet voice made me vibrate with every sound. - Thanks to. No need, - I said dryly, - I have enough. In fact, I was indifferent to any wine, but the berry reminded of the wedding day, and was firmly associated with memories of Etienne's kiss. I didn't want to drink it from the hands of Emiri Brossard. - Pour it for me, my dear, - asked my husband, - Are you a sommelier? - No, master. I am a steward and part-time waiter, - without looking, I knew from the tone of how the man's lips curved into a disdainful smile. “In our kingdom, any work is honorable,” said the diplomat. With a peripheral vision, I noticed a hand in a white glove holding a bottle of green glass. A dark, fragrant liquid poured into the glass, and then the former mentor moved on to the next guest at the table. I glanced at him furtively, and my heart ached painfully from recognition. The same profile that I know every little bit. Clean-shaven cheeks, shadows around the eyes. Surely lately he slept badly and left little time to rest. His unusual hairstyle is short-cropped hair in the back and naughty curly locks that fall over his forehead. Everything about him seemed familiar. A turn of the shoulders, proud posture, lips uttering the same routine 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, disregarding the disposition of the aristocrats. He knew too well the falsity of friendly speeches, having lived all his life in the royal palace. And now I watched him, in a servile bow, curry favor with wealthy travelers who boast of their fortunes. I will never believe in his sincere desire to be in a subordinate position. Only not the master Amiri Brossard, who threw formidable accusations in the face of King Edward himself! He would rather go back to the lake house and earn money as a healer than be hired to serve as a waiter. Then what is he doing here? But the fact remains. His figure in official clothes bowed before the aristocrats he despised, who did not even notice his presence. Despite the rich choice of dishes, the appetite has completely disappeared. Etienne noticed my thoughtfulness and showed concern. I had to come up with excuses for my well-being. The seafood helped. He easily believed that from the unusual food he felt a slight discomfort. However, it was almost true. Many of the guests at the table drank wine, generously offered by the service staff, 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 at dinner. I hoped to regain my composure in the salon, where the orchestra was playing quietly, but my dreams did not come true. By order of the head waiter, all the waiters followed the guests. They scurried among the amusing travelers and handed drinks. "Claire, would you like to get some water?" You look too pale, - Edith worried, noticing my condition. - Perhaps, - agreed with her. “Waiter,” her friend waved her hand, calling on the nearest one. It turned out to be Emiri Brossard. - What would you like? Guilt? - he, as befits a good servant, did not look at us, lowering his eyes, but this did not make it easier. “Bring my friend some water,” Edith ordered. The man looked up briefly at Edith, and read a keen interest in him. Chapter 4 “Perhaps I'd better go out on deck, get some air,” she said as soon as the former mentor left. - Now I'll grab the cape, - supported Edith. I went to the door, and my friend was stopped by one of the young people sitting next to her. She would try to get rid of him as soon as possible, but I couldn't wait for a breath of fresh air. On the open deck there is indeed a cool breeze. I rubbed my open shoulders with my palms, shivering chilly, but this allowed me to clear my thoughts at least a little. - Have you already been told how amazing you look? - the familiar mockery in simple words meant to denote a compliment sounded too familiar. - Why are you here? - Sharply turned to face the former mentor, - It's not because of me, - I inquisitively stared into his seemingly black eyes in the twilight of late evening, - What kind of interest brought to the ship? It's 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, - Maitre Brossard grunted, - Your mind is able to compare facts and draw correct conclusions. "Is the Consul in danger?" - 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 look after him officially, I watch everything, lost among the servants. This means that Maitre Brossard was here by order of the king. Everything is correct. He would never be near me. Why would he be dating a former intern? Moreover, the recently married metressa. The old way of life of a man slipped the obvious answer, but I knew for sure, he did not need me. - It turned out to be unexpectedly convenient, - meanwhile, continued to speak Maitre Brossard, - stewards, waiters, no one takes seriously, they conduct frank conversations, not embarrassed in expressions. Their faces are not remembered. We just don't exist for anyone. They remember the service staff if they need help, but that's all. - I noticed you. The evening wind ruffled my disobedient 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 figure it out. - Claire! Are you cold? - Edith's alarmed voice was heard, - 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 now,” 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 contact him! “Emiri,” he introduced himself. - Perfectly! - Edith perked up, - We recently met Gilles, now we will not only turn to him with requests for help. “Always at your service, metressa,” he bowed briefly, turned around and left, carrying a tray with an empty glass in his hands. - A handsome man, - Edith followed with a thoughtful look, - such even in the uniform of a waiter draws attention to himself. - I did not pay attention, - I tried to answer as indifferently as possible. The evening air was cool, forcing him to wrap himself up in a cloak. It didn't help much. I was jerked and pounded with small chills. - Emiri ... - Edith drawled thoughtfully, - a rare name, memorable. The friend leaned on the wooden railing and thoughtfully looked at the night sea, splashing with noise somewhere below. The ship was in full swing, obeying the wind and the steering wheel. “It seems that was the name of your mentor,” she turned to me and looked inquisitively, “Emiri Brossard. Right? “You’re right,” she responded, deciding for herself whether it is possible to devote a friend to the affairs of a witch doctor? - Weird coincidence. Don't you find? - she did not back down. - This is not a coincidence, - she wrapped herself in a cardigan more resolutely, - The waiter and my former mentor are one person. Maitre Emiri Brossard. Edith examined me for a long time and carefully. “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 information as dryly as possible. But it seems that I did not succeed. My words only fueled the interest of the curious witch. “As far as I remember, your mentor was influential at court. Then why are we watching him act as a waiter? - an inquisitive mind is characteristic of all graduates of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. - I can only guess about it. I'm sure Maitre Brossard was here for a reason, - she tried to avoid answering. The fortune-teller did not ask to keep his secret, but his very position on the ship, when he works incognito, doesn’t say that I should not spread about the order of King Robert? The former mentor confided in me, knowing that I would not fail. - Tell me, isn't that why you lost your gaiety after parting with your mentor? - the all-understanding friend squinted. - I became a married and respectable metress, - smiled broadly in response, - Behind there are antics and flirtatious conversations with fans. “Oh, I’m not happy with such prospects in marriage,” Edith said cheerfully, “If marriage means becoming boring, then I’d better live my life alone. “And you’ll 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 the sorcerer! She grabbed my arm and led me back into the salon. The cold wind ruffled his clothes, leaving the hairstyles preserved by magic alone. The advice of experienced Gilles was fully appreciated.

After the consul left, Etienne switched to one of his fellow diplomats. I looked for Master Brossard and headed to the deck, deliberately avoiding the busy circle of sofas. Without looking back, I knew that the mentor would soon follow me.
- So? - almost immediately heard the quiet voice of the witch doctor, as soon as she leaned against the railing.
She turned sharply and tried to peer into the man's face. The light from the interior lit up his eyes well. Dark, almost black in the night. They looked worried.
- Why did you decide that they tried to poison the consul? - asked a question that tormented me for a long time.
“The waiter behind him changed the plates while the consul was busy with Kavier.” I shook my head.
No. All wrong. I sat very close. The waiter didn't do anything like that.
- Geller did not ask him about this, - explained the mentor to my tacit objection.
- This was not surprising, - I objected, - He just removed the half-eaten bread, smeared with squid and replaced it with fresh. I was puzzled by the moment with algae.
- Or rather, - demanded the witch.
I explained in detail how the consul dealt with the half-eaten sandwich and expressed my concerns about the missing seaweed.
“No, Claire. This is different, - Maitre Brossard objected to me, - At school, diplomats are taught, first of all, to take care of their own safety. In this case, Geller did not finish the left bread, because poison could be added to it as soon as he released it from his hands. Noticed? The consul always sprinkles his own bread. It doesn't matter what product. Be it butter, sauce, pasta, anything you can put poison into easily.
- Isn't it easier to immediately poison the entire volume of the sauce? - I asked, puzzled, - Why such difficulties?
- And if the first is eaten by someone else, and not the consul? Then it is not he who will be poisoned, but Geller will be warned. If they encroach directly on the Venalese himself, then poison will be poured only into his food.
- Then this applies to wine, - 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 everything is,” I sighed.
“But it’s effective,” he replied weightily.
- It turns out that he meant it when he said not to pay attention, because this is professional, - she concluded.
- Most likely, - the mentor agreed with me.
- But then ... - from the overwhelmed excitement I forgot how to breathe, - I remembered! - Excitedly exclaimed and immediately looked around in fright, - He said the same when he kissed the hand of Metressa Kavier. She tried to poison him?
- It is unlikely, - the mentor doubted, - Most likely the consul felt the scent of perfume and did not touch his lips to Kavier's skin. This is also taught to diplomats.
- Afraid to get poisoned? - I clarified, not wanting to remove the label "poisoner" from the bastard.
- Rather, I was afraid of a love spell. He's a family man, Claire. And if he can afford an affair while traveling, then he will definitely not want to bring the problem of a personal plan into his country, but noticing my skeptical expression on his face, he added, “I do not know of the poisons that can be applied to my own skin and stay alive. but at the same time kill another person.
A flickering shadow swept across our faces, and at the same time there was a woman's laugh. Someone was leaving the salon. We hastened to disperse in different directions. Maitre Brossard headed for the service passage, while I walked away from the doors and brightly lit windows into the deep shadow of the tropical night.
The metressa Cavier passed by, pressing her whole body against the consul. He was saying something quietly, leaning over to 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 headed towards the first class cabins. I heard Cavier's metressa slipping down the ladder, her low scream and more laughter. The man scolded himself for being impolite, and then their voices faded away. As far as she 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-played comedy to catch the unwilling consul in the net.
Interestingly, the fatal beauty was interested in Maitre Geller in his high position? She could not really get carried away with a boring, pale-faced Venal. Of all the memorable features of appearance, only red hair can be noted.
- Do you miss? - Maitre Blanquard cooed provocatively, bursting into my reasoning.
Troll offal! A black man in the night is almost incurable. I was frightened not so much by him as by the sudden appearance behind me. He might well have sneaked up and thrown me overboard. I wouldn't even have time to utter a word!
“I went out to get some fresh air before going to bed,” she answered dryly.
Internally, everything got close. Let him only take liberties! Now I know what a former “friend” of my husband is capable of. I will attack immediately!
“I was hoping to join your company tomorrow,” the healer said in a secular tone, puffing a cigar in the darkness. “Probably, you are the only ones who were not inspired by a horse ride to the waterfall. Paleron is especially beautiful at this time of year. It is for this reason that he was included in the cruise.
- Have you been there before? - involuntarily became interested.
- More than once, - another flash of red light, and then she outlined a semicircle, going down, - So I managed to see the waterfall, appreciate the beauty of the mountain stream and even swim in it. The city is much more beautiful.
- Really? And what is special about it? - decided not to demonstrate skepticism.
In my opinion, not everyone will like the port city, where sailors find a temporary shelter, and then set off again.
- Late spring, - Maitre Blancard breathed out and the aroma of expensive tobacco, almost akin to a man's cologne, reached me, - The townspeople adorn Paleron with curly flowers. They even have a competition for the best design of a house, street, quarter. You know, they adore their city and do not allow visitors to enter closed areas.
“But you saw it,” I said incredulously.
“A black-eyed woman from Palerone showed it,” he said with a hint in his voice.
I had no desire to ask questions. Turned away into the darkness of the night. An identification light 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.

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

Information about the region

People planning to go on a sea voyage to the Mediterranean countries inevitably face a huge number of the most diverse proposals. Only on the website "Via Maris" there are about three and a half thousand of them. Is it a joke to familiarize yourself 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, indicative date sailing, etc.), our employees will be happy to inform you about everything else.

To go on all-inclusive cruises in the Mediterranean in 2020, you just need to call a toll-free number from Russia. We will inform you about the most relevant routes that match your preferences, we will tell you about ticket discounts, and we will also provide professional assistance in selecting an individual package of services. But let's not get away 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 rather difficult to stop on your own on any particular route. It is also not easy to decide on the list of countries to visit during this exciting journey. To begin with, cruise tours can take place both in the Asian, European or African part of the Mediterranean Sea, and in all of the listed destinations combined. And now - a little "oil on the fire": tourist routes can run in twenty-one independent state, 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 notable places Mediterranean, a few days are enough. last information for those who travel, rather, "rarely, but accurately", rather than long and imposing. For everyone else, we continue.

Saturation of available routes

About two and a half million square kilometers covers 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 this unusual location, partly the climatic conditions, is due to the richness of tourist routes that allow you to cruise around the Mediterranean for the benefit of body and soul.

Seasonality of routes and weather conditions in the main directions

We have already talked a little about the location, now with regard to the climate: because of its peculiarities, sea cruises to these places are equally popular in winter, summer and off-season. But the goals of tourist routes at different times of the year can be strikingly different. For example, spring and summer are the seasons when it is advisable to cruise by sea. In winter, in some Mediterranean countries, the weather worsens: sometimes it rains here, and in rare cases it even snows. However, the winter months are good for getting around the local attractions without the lines, noise and rush. This time of the year is characterized by special routes. They can be recommended to those who are annoyed by the noisy crowds of tourists from all over the world, who like to stroll slowly through interesting places, taking photos near local attractions and visiting cozy cafes or restaurants.

The mildest climatic conditions are observed in the very center of the Mediterranean - on the island state called Malta. You can visit these places even in winter without fear of bad weather or cold weather. tourist excursion by surprise.

A little about shore excursions

One of the main charms for which Mediterranean cruises are renowned is the ability to seamlessly participate in shore excursions. For residents of Russian latitudes, this is a real find. Local countries conquer travelers with unprecedented beauties of nature, and local attractions immerse them in the wonderful world of their rich history... Every city here is a living architectural monument, and every local square is a place where history was made.

As you can see, a cruise on a liner in the Mediterranean is not only an opportunity to enjoy the beauty of the sea. This is a unique chance to learn a lot of new things, replenish your knowledge about the history of ancient and modern states, and also capture yourself against the background of famous sights that the vast majority of the inhabitants of planet Earth can see only 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 a ghostly one. Therefore, let's talk about the main directions, which, in addition to the beauties of nature, allow you to see the sights of the largest cities and get acquainted with the features of the surrounding area.

Popular destinations and favorite tourist routes

So, the first city that comes to mind for a traveler planning to take a sea cruise from Moscow is Rome - the legendary haven of ships located in the very center of Italy. The tourist route with a call to the port of Civitavecchia will allow you to get acquainted with local sights in detail, visit the archaeological complex with the ruins of a real ancient city, and plunge headlong into the atmosphere of bygone eras. A cruise tour of the Mediterranean with a stopover in Rome is recommended for those who care about the Renaissance and for whom historical values ​​are more than just empty words.

Special attention should be paid to a cruise from Barcelona along the Mediterranean Sea with a tour of local attractions. After all, Barcelona, ​​which is 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 you to endlessly enjoy the creations of ancient masters. And if you are wondering how much a cruise on a Mediterranean liner with a starting or intermediate point of the route located in Barcelona costs, the representatives of the Via Maris travel agency will be happy to help you sort out this issue.

Also, any yacht cruise in the Mediterranean that took place without visiting Palma de Mallorca can be considered a waste of time. The same can be said for cruises that are served by roomy ocean liners... We are talking about an unusually beautiful ancient city, which is located on the shores of the largest bay. Unique beaches await tourists here, amazing architecture and the monuments of the past eras that have survived to this day.

Before embarking on an 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, as well as 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 agency "Via Maris" will be happy to answer any questions that interest you.

Benefits of vacation on a sea cruise

1. One sea voyage allows you to combine several trips to different cities and countries, while the cost of sea cruises includes not only accommodation in the cabin, but also meals on the All Inclusive or Ultra All Inclusive system, as well as the use of the entire infrastructure of the ship and entertainment programs.
2. Vacation on a sea cruise provides a huge selection of sea routes, including travel to such exotic places on the planet, which is almost impossible to reach by land. In particular, on the website of our company you can buy a sea cruise to Antarctica or to the Galapogo Islands and see with your own eyes what a limited number of people see!
3. Only on a cruise can each family member do exactly what he wants - read a book, sunbathe by the pool, listen to live music, play sports, ride attractions, relax in the spa or watch evening performances, films and at the same time be always together. Sea cruises on liners provide a unique opportunity to relax with the whole family or a group of friends, while always having your own space.
4. The cruise industry has reached unprecedented heights in terms of tourist comfort. A modern cruise liner is a 5 * floating hotel that has literally everything. Even cheap sea cruises offer spectacularly and cosily decorated cabins with all the comforts of a 5 * hotel. All modern liners have cabins of different categories, for example, cabins with a window and a balcony, luxury, suites, royal suites. The infrastructure of such a liner includes large sports areas, swimming pools, luxurious spas with thermal rooms and salt caves, casinos, concert halls and children's clubs, numerous incredible attractions.
5. Most cruise companies care about the convenience and leisure of not only adults, but also young travelers, equipping children's playrooms and clubs on board, offering many special entertainment programs and shows, a children's menu, as well as the services of animators, educators and nannies. A number of cruise companies offer sea cruises for a special offer: free for children under 18 years old, subject to accommodation with two adults in a cabin.
6. It is never boring during a sea cruise. Cruise itineraries are very varied and offer a lot of adventure and interesting excursions... Depending on the region of travel, tourists are invited to visit the most interesting cities, snorkel on the world's best coral reefs, climb a glacier in Alaska, relax on beautiful Caribbean beaches, and see the striking cultural attractions of Southeast Asia.
7. Cruises are new acquaintances! Rest on cruise ship offers a lot of opportunities to find new like-minded people and make friends with those who share your interests. The Cruise House company offers sea cruises from Russia and travels with Russian groups - in this case, the language barrier will not interfere with communication! Pay attention also to themed cruises - wine, dance, card players - from the first to the last day of the trip, you will be surrounded by fellow travelers of the same interests.
8. On a cruise, tourists will definitely learn something new. In addition to the exciting excursion program many cruise companies include in the price of sea cruises other educational events, language, culinary, dance and computer classes, lectures on culture, traditions, history of the regions along which the cruise route passes. Especially for curious travelers, we recommend buying a luxury sea cruise or expedition cruises - these operators offer the widest possible choice of a wide variety of educational and recreational activities.
9. Every day you can explore a new city - as a rule, liners move from port to port at night, leaving the daytime completely at the disposal of tourists who do not need to worry about connecting flights or train schedules. The routes of even the cheapest sea cruises include only the brightest port cities in the region - the impressions of such a trip will remain in your memory for years to come.
10. The versatility of a cruise vacation is its compliance with the needs of the most different groups travelers, from couples in love or newlyweds to retirees. Sea cruises from Russia are an excellent and inexpensive option for Russians who can save on air travel. The onboard All Inclusive entertainment and catering system allows you to save on food and entertainment.

The Cruise House offers the widest selection of cruises around the world from 19 of the most popular world and Russian cruise companies. Our company has the most advanced cruise booking system on the Russian market, which is directly integrated with the databases of a number of cruise companies and allows you to independently select, book and pay for a cruise or a full-fledged cruise package online in real time.

A sea cruise is truly the best type of vacation for the modern traveler!

Elena Pomazueva

Vorozheya. Practice in the province of Camargue

© Pomazueva E.A., 2017

© Design, "Alpha Kniga Publishing House", 2017

Merry vanity reigned 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, chipped with large brooches on the right shoulder, fell in wide folds, revealing the rustling brocade skirts of evening dresses to the floor. According to the protocol, immediately after the presentation of diplomas and symbols of belonging to one of the professions received, a grand ball will take place. The highest nobility and merchants of our city were invited so that we could flaunt in front of all the outfits.

What young magician can resist the temptation to tweak 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 date invitations from fans rained down with silver petals of messages written in a hurry. TO last year each found her own image, requiring minimum costs and efforts to maintain it. Because, alas, in the morning, having slept through the wake-up call, many graduates forgot to start the marafet and rushed in their natural form, scaring away passers-by along the way.

Pulling up tails in various disciplines, preparing for a diploma and defending it took a lot of time and effort. But no one has canceled parties, dances until the morning and dates! At the same time, it was 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 a profession - a diploma does not guarantee a high income. We'll have to prove that a young specialist is worth something. Yes, and practice to pick up will not hurt!

Actually, the scheme of how a graduate to find his place in life has been worked out for a long time. The school in the country was well known, enjoyed the support of those who had already graduated, kept in touch with almost all sorcerers, sorcerers and healers, whom she regularly invited to teach and share their experience. Many of them readily responded to the offer to hire graduates. Everyone was content and happy, especially today. The girls and boys were excitedly discussing protection as well as their future life.

- Whom did you choose? - I grabbed the hand of a friend.

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, the fire on which the light is a clumsy neighbor, whose hands are growing from 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 together.

“Metress Valandi,” she replied with hidden pride.

I chuckled softly. That's a nimble girl! I managed to grab the most prestigious practice! Every magician dreams of getting to the Valandi metress from the first day of training! This is such a legendary person! She has clients from high society, it is clear that in her salon you can make the necessary acquaintances. And the metressa itself helps her protégé 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 repeated a little absently, casting a glance at the podium, where the headmaster was going to make a speech.

“Emiri Brossard,” I repeated, just as absently.

- Who is this? - Edith turned to me.

“I don’t know, she’s from Camargue,” I replied, and even stood 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! Just think, Camargue! But her practice counts for two years, - I said importantly. - As long as you will smile and bother around your patroness for the entire allotted time, I will 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 extraordinarily. My ambitious plans were broad in scope. Mom made useful acquaintances, at the right time bragging about her clever daughter, who was about to graduate from the famous school. So it didn't make sense to lose a whole year in practice with the witch for a standard salary from the school. I have a gift, I developed it decently during my studies, and the rest can be improved already in the process. Moreover, I have never shied away from self-education, not limited to the mandatory program course. So, with the approval of her beloved mother, she chose the Camargue, despite the remoteness of the province.

- Claire, you are as always! Either all or nothing. - Edith shook her head, but continued to smile.

- Quiet, you talkers! - shouted at us, because the director began his heartfelt speech.

“On this day, we say goodbye to our graduates,” said the director, who had graduated from our own school with a degree in witchcraft, in a loud, well-delivered baritone. In an incomprehensible way he managed to cope with the whole team, starting from the teaching staff