Uras stumbled across the corridor and slammed the door there open. He turned and grabbed the doorknob to keep from falling to the floor, and found himself staring wide-eyed into a stone room with an impossible sky through the arches leading to the balcony and fireplace. This time there was no corridor. He froze, half crouching near the polished table, and looked at the man by the fireplace, straightening up. He heard the door closing behind him. "Who are you, stay away from me!" he shouted, his voice hitting the stone wall back. Uras jumped a little this time, but managed not to shout. .Without taking his eyes off the man before him, he stepped back to the door and tried the lever. He didn't move; the door was locked. "You look thirsty," said the man by the fire.
There was a glass on the table, and he handed her a glass. "I'm a little bit," he said hesitantly, taking the glass. The man leaned forward carefully, one hand on the back of the chair, watching her. He just held the cup in his hand. The man's sharp eyes were watching him. Uras put the glass back on the table. "I couldn't be as thirsty as you think," he said. The man straightened up suddenly, expressionless. "Who are you?" Uras asked. Flames were rising from the man's eyes and mouth, Uras thought, but he couldn't be sure. "My name is 'Yilbe'."
Uras approached the door and frantically pulled the handle. The door handle did not move, however, but he continued to turn.
"You Bürkut are the last of the last," the man said suddenly. "I finally found you. You can't hide it from me forever." Uras turned to look at the man. He swallowed hard. He wanted to think it was a nightmare. He reached out to pull the doorknob one last time, then stood up straighter.
"Give me the sword," said Yilbe. "To hell with the ice folk, only I can wield the sword, against the darkness." Uras' hands are knotted into fists. Flames burst out as the man laughed. "Then I will take it by force." Uras shook his head. "The sword does not obey you, Bürküt knows its owner." "Fool, I'll be the owner of the sword, after I kill you" It sounded like flames roaring to Uras. Uras stepped back and hid behind his hands. His palms were sweating. Uras swallowed. Without looking at the man, he banged his fist on the door again. His hand hurt. The man laughed at this. Try "Are you?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man's finger move to point at her. Uras gathered all his courage and shouted at him, "Then I will fight you," he said, and suddenly the ground collapsed with the flames coming towards him.
Yilbe
The sunlight hitting his narrow bed finally woke Uras from his deep but restless sleep. Although he remembered bit by bit what happened last night, he couldn't remember how he got here. Sighing, she tossed the pillow aside and sat up with a grimace as she stretched. Her head still aches. This did not surprise him. After what had happened last night, this was quite normal. Uras looked at the other beds and saw that they were empty. Sunlight flooded the room through the window. He jumped out of bed muttering to himself angrily. Quickly washed and dressed, Bürkut hesitated for a moment about the sword. She had left saddlebags and blanket rolls in the room. Uras wielded his sword. He went down the stairs two at a time and into the kitchen. He wanted to know what was going on.
When he went down to the kitchen, the innkeeper was in the kitchen, facing a plump woman whose arms were covered with flour up to her elbows, a woman who was obviously a cook. Everyone in the kitchen seemed busy with something. The cook stared at Rand. "I guess you want something to eat, huh? All right, come in." The woman called out to another woman, "Bring some bread, cheese and milk. That's all for now. Sit down. All of your friends are out." Uras took a stool from the table while one of the maids brought a tray. When the cook returned to kneading the dough, he began to eat, but he had not finished speaking.
The cook waved his floury hand. "You're one of those who came with Ms. Ayda, aren't you?" Dough threw a particularly heavy punch. "For a few weeks the inn has been very full," he said. Uras was not listening to what the cook was saying. His mind was on what happened last night. He hurriedly finished his breakfast, thanked him and left in a hurry. He needed to talk to someone.
He entered the middle hall. The room was a divorced place with colorful pictures on its high walls. A huge fireplace was burning in front of it. There were rows of tables and chairs all over the place. People with pipes in their teeth and mugs in their hands were resting on chairs. Ewin was sitting on a table in the middle of the room, he wouldn't have gone with the others. He turned his head as if he sensed her coming. He had a pipe in his mouth. "You're awake," he said. Uras sat down in the chair next to him. "I just wanted to talk. I…" He realized he didn't know how to bring it up. "Last night," Ewin took a puff from his pipe, and as he let it go, the smoke drifted into the air. "You met a Yilbe here last night. If it weren't for Mextumsila, he would have almost killed you." Uras was surprised. "Did he save me?" Ewin said, "I know you don't trust him, but for now, we need him. He's a ruthless real mage, I tried to stop Yilbe but it wasn't enough. I've never seen it this strong and in human form before. You must have seen the flame in his eyes. Yelis and now you." After taking a deep breath, "Yilbe fled, the city guards were informed. Searched everywhere but not found. He must have left the city long ago, his kind is after swords and yours is a rare one. Others will come too. "We're in more trouble now than we've ever been," he said. Uras looked at her with astonished eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "And you sent the others to see the city?" Ewin suddenly stood up. "Yeah, that's right, we're in town and we have a whole day to see him," she said. Seeing that the effort wasn't moving, he said, "Why don't you hurry up and get up?" "You go. I want to lie down here for a while," Ewin said, "I won't let you be alone here, you'll have to come with me," and headed for the door. He stopped at the Gate to see if Uras was following him. Uras was following him. "Just a minute, I have to put on something," he said.
A minute later, Uras went upstairs and closed the door behind him. He leaned against the wall of the room, his smile fading. His head still ached. She didn't feel any excitement in Yilbe. A few minutes later he put on his cloak and walked down the hall. This time he went down more slowly, rubbing his temple.
The street was cramped, indeed the city was busier than ever, as his mortar had said. Uras and Ewin left the door of the inn and mingled with the street full of people. Uras' headache encouraged him to return to the inn. Walking down the street, a low female voice said, "Are you the man with the sword pointed at Bürküt?" Said. When Uras turned his back, the woman had mingled with the crowd. Uras shuddered.