Ibhib, the Longville tunar, stirred me from the beam.

For a week ended, he was in the Catacombes in Beauburg. He stretched me on the left and right. He was given in the stamps taking the map with some-people. He charted and drank their blood.

Pehlivanul!

Then he stumbled on the banks of the underground river and rushed with that oackey siren, Brunhila. She bit her tits in the hell, and she screamed in one to crack the vaults of the galleries where they were dead. Jean Limbosu's job had learned, I can swear.

Of course I followed the tunar with my monitors. I didn't trust the bags like him. It hadn't changed too much. As if his belly had grown. It was like a fog was floating on his eyes. The scales shone, however, that in the good times and his wrists were working on his wire.

As I heard him stinging his beasts, I touched the frosts quickly. I stopped the engines. I took off my chest. I was looking.

- Wait for the place! I shouted threateningly, preparing my lead.

Ibhib Rânjit, revealing his lumps, and I don't know what. I didn't believe it. His nostrils were rubbing, his chest. He was turning his eyes quickly. It would have had something on your soul. The misery! He cracked Umăru 'his mouth came out.

What else to wait?!

I released a salvation. The walls were shaken. The bubble rolled down the surface, losing through the tubular streets of Beauburg. And Tunaru?

Ha, ha, ha! His bastard's mother!

That figure of everything made me. He caught the lead between his silver digs and spited them straight into my escaping, I stretched my hairy war, and Ibhib shouted from the dark and took me in his arms, whispering with joy.

My bones spilled. It was green, Golănoiul!

- Bazaar! Didn't you catch the mold-on? Ibhib asked me, beating his fleshy lips, full of saliva.

- Dar tu, pramation?!

- I went to Trafalgar!

— Aha!

- I drew a big day scot!

- Leave the gargle! Tell me what wind is bringing you. What is you?

- Well, how do you stay with the yellows?! Puscăi Tunaru ', scratching behind his ear.

-One I don't!

— Aha!

- Do you have a job for me?!

- I have, Golănoiule!

-Let him go. I die of curiosity, I said quickly, removing a clondir with juice juice.

-He sent me a word moreaugarin. Omu 'has a Baban job of everything. Have you heard of old light diamonds?!

- I heard something, something, I lied without blinking.

-Moreaugarin says they would have some pilgrims who come from beyond the cosmic horizon!

-He also told me a hell, I lied again, without shaking my voice.

- Old story, me, bazaar. Pilgrims are sound beings born from the primary sound of the universe. One day they stole the ideal cities of people. They took her. They walked her throughout the universe until the old light diamonds began to pale. So the pilgrims returned from the road. They raised the fortress on Venus, and the diamonds began to glitter again. But the Venusian civilization was destroyed by betrayal, hope and crime. The Venusians did not resist the temptation. They wanted to become immortal and became life and death for old light diamonds. Have rejected their faith. They lapsed their priests and left their places of worship in comparison. The pilgrims deceived them in a way and face and pushed them to fight with each other.

- And the pilgrims?!

-they changed their plans. They descended through the wormho holes and tried to lift the fortress on the Earth.

- The imperfect copy of the earth?!

- How do you say.

- Did they succeed? I asked dead curiosity.

- No. The gravitational field of the planet was unstable. The settlements constantly changed their geographical position due to very strong temporal whirlwinds. A lot of garbage thrown from the ground reached the terrarian beaches. From that powerful amalgam, all kinds of impossible beings were born who changed the planet's entropy index all the time!

- Tunar, he gets my head!

- Wait that! I finish immediately! The pilgrims ...

- I come to earth!

-This is Spilu ', bazaar! On earth. Old light diamonds will be in our nose!

- And we will put a clove, on them, tunar!

-You got it!

- Yes, will you trust Moreaugarin?!

-I thought.

-I say let's go on his hand and then make him a party until he shortens herself!

I went with him. What did I have to lose? Totora, Circaru ', and Gargarelli, Philosofu', and Plororu, Măcelaru 'from Venus, and Vlasko, Trumpetistu' and Brolla, who had a speaking parrot.
Great joy. We gathered our whole band. Then, at dawn, I headed for Moreaugarin. In the lip of the ocean, we were waiting for us, in an abandoned castle, on the edge of Adamville. We were kind of hunger when we arrived. May, let's break the gates of Moreurin.

Bad! He behaved beautifully with us. He was gentle like a lamb. Spring word. In the eyes, honey. Tricks. Baliverne.

He gave us a speech. He had a tongue stuchit. He had crossed on a machine of his Nărăvas. That was the clouds of a puck. You couldn't know what. Scarebeu? Mechanical octopus? Plastic demon, glass and steel? A chimera?!

The machine had red, sparkling spheres. Silver rods full of spikes. Multicolored prisms to read in them the past, present and future. A huge Fulton dynamo. Inflatable tubes, snakes. Fire balls. A piston of a ton. A German turmine. A steel ram. Glossy, slippery scaffolding. Dizzy birds. Celophan snakes and undulating holograms. Organic pile from which all kinds of Drăcoveni were born. An ancient pyramid-stretchy from which blue lightning shook. A rusty launch ramp.

A Metrycks supercalculatory. And a bottle van der Wraff.

Moreaugarin was still walking on the command deck, shaking his silver mane, swinging his lilies tubes, pulling out the smoke and shouted the madman in the hell:

- Welcome, my tigers! My lions! My brave fighters! I heard that you covered your glory at the trafalgar! Bravo, tigers! You fought with the same obscure forces with which I and I have a quarter of a century! They want to snatch my original secret! We will not leave them!

- Now! Now! Now!

- That's how I want you, tigers! We will clean up! We will reorganize the whole universe! Bloating? The spit? The winds! The vomiting! We will pass them through fire and look! We will save the spirit, tigers!

- URAAI!

- We will free the ideal city and re -enter the pure spirit between its walls! We will polish the diamonds of old light, so that their spark will revive the spirit!

His words were beautiful. Rightly uplifting. But we wanted to know what our part was. Otherwise, well -crafted words, but not for us.

I told her from the cheek 'Moreaugarin. He was angry. He did us with egg and vinegar. He shouted to us angrily:

- Don't disappoint me, tigers! You are the flower of the sidereal wars! You are my knights!

Well, a lot said, knights. Oh, some soldiers harassed through fights, yes, I was. We kept our weapons well hidden in the body. You would have said that we are such angels. Ordinary passers -by. And we? The fluffy of the fiers. Hard hardness. Scary right.

-Listen, Moreaugarin, you say we start in the crusade, right?! Yes, with old light diamonds what about?! Brolla asked, the one who had a speaker parrot.

- Aaaaa! Tiger! The immortality spines you in your chest! You will be immortal. I promise you! We will be the masters of the universe! We will be the principle of one that multiplies, we will be Mandhala, we will be the philosophical egg!

"Don't get you, Moreaugarin," Ibhib shouted, Tunaru 'from Longville, jumping from one foot to the other. We want to know our part. The sound of yellow, that is dear to us!

- That's it! What do we win if we tap them until one on the rakes of pilgrims?! I asked, wanting to be in the job, not to stay aside.

- Oh! How did the universe drip a spark of spirit in a haram like you, bazaar! Moreaugarin roared, taking me on foot. Look at you! Poor! You're full of pus inside! Full of bubbles! We'll get you! I'll burn you with a reddish boil, Soldie! Do you want yellow? I'll give you yellow! Do you want women? You will have full! Dangerous weapons? You will have the most dangerous weapons in the universe! But glory, bazaar?! Gloria? We will free the ideal fortress! And we will cover glory! We will open their gates and we will cover our glory! On the knees, tigers!

We all fell in the dust, ashamed. Moreaugarin pressed a pedal of his and threw a green, green ray. The widow was tugging, changing into the rainbow.

Look, Moreaugin embraced us!

I was in his power. I had no escape. He could have gone. He could have cracked us turtle. To whisper our vital fluid. Let us change our spirit. Ready, ready to break our chest, to tie our hearts, to make it singing it slightly with the nail.

It would have been in a state, the lie!

And we? I was like spells. We had fallen into the pace. I had no escape in any way.

We climbed the bridge of his machine and started to wander the universe in a long and wide until we reached the waters of the Atlantic Ocean. In Cornu 'Africa I submerged the ships of some pirates and harassed a pack of calms that were doing their menders there for a hundred and some years. We supplied ourselves to Gibraltar and we made our heads with some focus and touious Arabic. We lied to the world that we were going to fish for whales in the distant North. Who to believe on the word?!

The Americans, Russians and Patagons had smelled something. Even the Genoese had been on the wire. And the Aryans hidden well in the Brazilian jungle, and some from Tibet. They sent secret agents behind us. Those had hidden weapons in the job and all the woodsmen were bribing to her with a secret, something.

We were followed by a squadron of ghost aircraft, a nuclear submarine and an aerostate full of infantrymen. They targeted us from a military satellite, they put on a bacterium to crush us the leather and leave us without ears.

The poor!

I laughed in my nose. We cracked the chest and removed the heavy artillery, and Moreaugarin swept everyone with his green ray.

We found the path and a octopus coming from the landlord in search of food and a horde of Saraban dancers who were hated with the good, I pulled them in the sting and frying them, and I cut the slices, slices, I fluttered it in the cannons,

- Hey, is there anything?! Moreaugarin shouted from morning to evening, not leaving us to soil in Gabie.

- Desert waters!

— Vine anaforu’!

- Attention to Artimon!

- The brown rudder!

- Keep these hope, Plotooor!

- Draw the sail, soldie!

- Molaaa!

- Binds Sartu '!

- Throw the probe!

- Hold Straiu '!

- Come to the tachet!

Look at the robot on the deck. For a while we sailed without coal trying to keep them for the big fight. The baskets shone in the sun, they were waiting, crazy, to reddened, fluff, fluff, fluff.

- A boat! He screamed one day, as taken out of my minds, Vlastko, trumpeter.

We bullied at Parapetu 'Otelit. I scored the stretches. I shouted to the machines to stop the wind that stuck from the tubes of the sample, swelling our canvas.

"A heavenly sign," Moreaugarin told us by jealous of the waters with his green radius.

- A monk! Plotor, mackerel ', burst into crying like a child.

The monk was barely blowing. He had a harsh and bullied beard. He hadn't eaten for days. Carried a bizarre installation with him in the boat. I researched her without a voice.

Nauser, he told us the whisper:

-Earthrifier the seas and oceans for years, penetrated by a mysterious thought. I want to record the voice of the Lord. I often begged him to tell me a word at least. One, just. I have plates with me and a patefon. I don't lose my hope. If you give me some snacks, I will pray for your crusade, sons!

Hait, I told myself, Călugărașu smelled what we were wearing. But how?! Life in the wilderness of waters to have taught him to read in the soul of beings?!

We said. I human. He ate with lust. He made us clear how his installation was working. So beyond. A bitter bathe. My crusaders, Tuț! Even Moreaugarin was sitting in a mouthful as if he had been stupid. Călugărașu still gave them 'before putting a waltz, a tango or congress. Let's decrease our dark foreheads of warrior thoughts. But where did I know my monk that we had weapons in the body, stuck deeply, away from the light of the eye.

-We are tired broken, I spoke, looking at the monk. Let's leave it tomorrow night, too caring! What would you say about a soft bed, from seaweed and sea flowers?!

Călugărașu was sent. The eyes were bothered. He murmured something in his beard. Leave it, I had no sleep anyway.

I felt it at midnight. He slipped on the bridge, in the moonlight. He went to the stern. Moşmondit was still there. I was only eyes and ears. I saw him pulling the patefonu 'and choosing one of the silver plates. It wasn't a patefon, you see good! No installation to register the voice of the Lord! I stuck like a cat from my place, between the barrels with olive oil. My goals were sleeping. Sloreitu 'lu' Moreaugarin was heard beyond the polar circle.

-Prequestion, didn't you get your sleep?!

- Ah, you were, boy? He whispered to my dumb mongărașu. I went out on the deck. I thought I heard a voice. Maybe it's the Lord, I told myself. He endured me!

- It's the song of the whales, preacher.

— Aha!

-The whales are, more than sure.

- My secret work this song, son!

"That's how it would be, Precynice," I growled my chest. " And what monastery did you say you were?! Maybe on Ascabia ...

I didn't get to end my words. Călugărașu 'put the silver plate in his weapon and an angel music poured over the waters. I felt my blood on my nose and mouth. I crashed wide on the deck. How much to roll in waves. The sounds had turned into poisonous arrows. My harassment, my hairy and wicked war were bleeding.

I hardly got up. My scarf had swollen, ready, ready to burst into hell. I threw myself before. I cracked my chest and drew a salvation of killers.

- betrayal! Ibhib, Tunaru ', shouted on the bridge in the Izmene.

- Pirates! Gargarelli, Philosopher ', threw fire to the fire.

- Dissmanuuu, bath! screams the plot, tearing everything around with his steel claws.

No trace of the monk. Moreaugarin held me in his arms. He set up a ceremony. His fakes sang at the thrombone and drums. Moreaugarin decorated me. It took me to the chest a medal made from the sheets of a police novel I knew about. He kissed me on his cheeks. He raised me in rank. He made me a counteramyral.

Later, at night, pulling the cigar like Barosani, I stayed at the tacla. The goals were snoring. The moon had lifted up his legs. Blow a warm wind.

MOREUGARIN MI-A ZIS:

- Contamial, do you believe in this crusade?!

— …?

-Don't you already feel the old light diamonds burning your guts?! Do you feel the sparkle of the ideal fortress? Didn't your soul long for the old light, from the beginning of the universe? How are you going to feel when millions of people will ride through the open gates, complaining of happiness that they have found themselves?!

I didn't say anything. We browse through troubled waters. Perhaps already the pilgrims, put on a monk's guard, had lifted on the walls of bubbling and asteroids of fire, to slap us, to keep us in the sidereal hole!

-What will you do with your diamond? Moreaugarin scratches me by throwing the bats from his silver cigar. Will you swallow it to become immortal? Don't you think it is vanity? What will you do with immortality? How many wars will you rub your leather?! Does he have any purpose? Isn't it more dizzy to live once? To burn like a torch-in a blink?!

Passover!

As he tried to take me with the sugar. As he was still in my soul. I felt where I beat. I could see what his work was! He wanted to give him my diamond. Hulpavnicul!

Laughed in my nose:

-And why wouldn't I be immortal?

- Do you want to encompass you, bazaar?! Immortality is for the chosen spirits! They have to become the principle of one that multiplies! Would you like not to be soldiers in flesh and bones, but a principle that orders the universe in the great game? Do you want to meet with the absolute to the detriment of the flesh?!

-And then?

-Sell him, bazaar! I buy it!

Listen the prama! How I was wraping me! He was not thinking about 'Moreaugarin to release the ideal city for people, as he had lied to us, bastard!

I crushed the cigar under the boot and went to sleep. I perched all night. I had no sleep. I dreamed of the Bazacians.

At dawn we fitted. I made a jump in time. We raised our weapons. We tightened on the deck. I kneel. We made the sign of the cross. We were preparing for battle.

Ibhib, Tunaru ', pulled me aside. He showed me a pouch of yellow. He whispered to me:

- Bazaar, boy! Leave the immortality! What do you care. Look, we sold our part of More-Uautuin. What are you up to? Look how much of the money I have worried!

I pulled one over the neck. I bit him by his ears. What a part, Tunaru '. Ready, ready to sell me the non -beginning 'moreaugarin.

- You see, tunar!

Heavy fogs went down the deck. A tin was poured over us. We hit us rotating stars. A steel snake whispered. The pilgrims were still changing their shape. Ibhib hit them with the cannon. Vlasko, trumpeter, slaughtered them, turning their sounds into bombings.

Moreaugarin screams, preface ':

- For the ideal fortress, before! So, my tigers! Let's free the old light walls!

How's it more! How was he lying!

Văzduhu 'you were. TROZNI. Gemu. The waters began to boil loudly. A banquet collapsed. The sun is thinning. Somewhere, high, hanging a star.

- Uraaaaa! Ibhib screamed, Tunaru ', taking her in the footstep.

- They! Plotor, mackerel 'urges us, and he is stupid.

Later it was quiet. Over the stretches bleached by snow, you floated for a while a purple smoke. Blood flowed from the sky. Fulgui for a few hours. We gathered at the foot of the ideal fortress and cleaned our weapons. Some birds of prey are piercing the pilgrims' thieves. Moreaugarin crouched on a still hot bombing, wanting to give us a new speech. He was still with my eyes after me now, that the fight was over and I had to give me my part, an old light diamond. Golănoilor did not care about this peasantry. They had been drinking from the dust of the rifle and the pork songs were leaned. Moreaugarin cries in a throat voice:

- Thank you, the tigers! My knights! The ideal widowed fortress will be ...

Seeing that no one was listening to him, he left the damn. He removed his dagger and began to scratch the walls, carefully caressing the diamonds of old light. I kept after him.

He was angry at me angry:

- What do you want?!

What did he want? My part, you see well. He didn't even want to hear, he started screaming:

- For years I wanted immortality! I searched her in a woman's love! In vain! Agatha was not immortal! Madam Brizard beaten me! Have you heard of her, soldier?!

-No, I said, blushing a little.

- What do you know? I brought Mandhala! Do you know why?

-No, I admitted by blowing.

- You are a pretended, bazaar. I met your mother. It was the same! And everyone in Adamville was pretended! The flower of the spirit?! Not to be! Some bastards! Potlogari! Gargaragii! Lazy and corrupt! They had them after the vain glory! They swore the government, but they arrived in the ministerial chair would have been on the break!

- Do you judge them, Moreaugarin? Do you have this right to judge people?!

- Duplica! You will never know ...

- Do you want to do another experiment, something?! I asked him, pushing my chest.

He got caught, bastard. But he laughed in hiccups. To kill him, he told me. I do it quickly, quickly, he told me.

- Come on, don't go! You are the beginning and the end!

- Shut up! Come on, bazaar! That's your purpose! Shoot, soldie!

-One more word and I make you the pacea, I threatened him in vain, giving me a step back.

- Courage, Bazaar! Do it!

He was playing with me. He wanted to seize me with his green ray. He wanted to give a lesson to the soldiers. Let no other Saturday wear. To lead him as he wanted.

He shouted to me:

-You can do it! Come on, the absolute is waiting for me! I am the principle of one who multiplies!

Here's the shouted Moreaugarin!

A eyelid was struggling. His blood was boiling. He began to remove the diamonds and squeeze them with a trembling hand. I rushed and threw one. Moreaugarin broke out in crying. He rushed to tighten my throat. I released a salvation of the stretches. Moreaugarin took a step back, wiping his blood from his lips. I closed my eyes and released the fists of hot lead.

Moreaugarin collapsed. He had been pushed for a few moments, with blood. It rolled off the deck, reddling the foam of the waves. He took a wind of wind and scattered it through the ice. It broke into thousands of chunks.

As I descended on the walkway, I saw one coming out of the sand. He came to me and, speaking in dodi, told me as if we had known since the world:

- Moreaugarin, the sky is red, it will be wind.