"Let Go, Martin!" Where's mom? the girl whimpered and looked around fearfully, big tears streaming down her cheeks. Black hair, tousled after sleep, shone with the glow of the conflagration.
"Run, Anhra, run!" Mommy will be right back! the boy repeated quickly, without stopping. They were at the security wall, where the local boys had hidden a secret hole and Martan forced his sister into it, and then dived into a dark hole himself.
It was dark and cool outside. The children, smeared with soot and earth, looked around fearfully and waited for their eyes to adjust to the predawn gloom after the bright fire. From beyond the wall came the eerie rumble and crackle of wood being consumed by fire, the clash of blades, the angry cries and cries of women, but the human voices grew fewer.
Bacha! Dokhtarak! a tall, dark-faced warrior, who had climbed the guard wall and seen the children below, shouted angrily. In his right hand he clutched a scimitar, the blade of which was covered with a dark liquid.
Come On, Angra! Martan pulled his sister back by the arm toward the low rock that was not far away. The girl who was not resisting and smearing dirty tears on his cheeks, tottered behind him. Her long black hair blew in the cool wind.
Brother and sister ran along the gentle slope of the hill, covered with dried grass, often skirting the boulders and boulders standing everywhere. Behind them they could hear the sound of horses ' hooves. Looking back, Martan saw two riders galloping after them. His chest went cold, but he tightened his grip on his sister's hand and ran as fast as he could toward the darkening bulk of the cliff, hoping to hide there.
The edge of the sky to the right of the children was reddened by the dawn rays, illuminating the pale beige mounds of large boulders, which were becoming more and more near the highest rock in the district. Suddenly seeing a small cleft under one of the boulders, the boy instantly made up his mind and turned toward it.
Martan pushed the whimpering little sister into the black gloom and dived after her. There he put his hand over her mouth and shushed her. The horse's footsteps came nearer and seemed like thunder from heaven, but Martan's heart was pounding even louder and the boy was trying to breathe more steadily to calm him.
The two horses slackened their speed and the two alien warriors leaped from their wolf-skinned backs.
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