Emissaries 1, 2, 3 parts. Complete collection

What's up, buddy? he turned to the half-asleep beggar.

He did not realize that the appeal addressed to him. Wide-eyed, he looked around and saw that beside him sits a strong man of eye-catching appearance, smiling and holding out his bun.

– Thank you, raspy voice replied wretches, accepting the gift. He immediately began to deal with it, cautiously looking at the unusual neighbor. He was sitting there and as if nothing had happened, eating a loaf of bread, and then, meeting my eyes with the startled glances of passersby.

The poor man very quickly ate his bun and inquiringly, with gratitude, awkwardness and embarrassment looked at his neighbor, who had only a couple of times to bite the muffin. The Walker, right, felt the look, turned and, realizing what was happening – handed the beggar his almost untouched food.

He took her and just as quickly eaten.

– What brings you to our city, if not a secret? after some time he heard a squeaky voice man.

– No secret. I live by traveling to different cities and countries. I see who lives what.

Why would you?

– I love life in all its manifestations, admire, admire it.

The poor man nodded in surprise but approval.

What are you doing here?

– The fate of this… sadly, stretched out on the exhale source.

– And you're okay with it?

The poor fellow smiled slyly and replied.:

– I guess so, if that's the way it is.

– Apparently-Yes – – downcast eyes, repeated traveler, then suddenly rigidly asked:

– And will until my last day to sit on the square and beg?

I see you have a sentence more interesting? the poor man asked hopefully in his eyes.

"Come, Archinus, let us do a better job," said the wanderer, standing up and extending his hand to the poor man.

The poor man stood up, gritting his knees, stretched, stretched his little hips, then stared at his companion, but not asked the question about how he knows his name. The last time he heard him called twelve years ago, was the day his wife died.

***

Achord did not skimp on charity. He gave enough means to his new acquaintance to ensure that he brought himself in order. And the next morning, at the door of the cabin where the Yacht stopped, there was a knock.

– Not locked, please come in – there was a powerful, but friendly voice.

When the door opened, the light illuminated the unusual face of the Archinus. Yes, he was dressed as a Shah, combed and shaved, he was younger than twenty years, but most of all it stood out gracious person.

– Good morning, Archinus, come in, now let us to drink tea.

"Tell me, master, why did you believe me?" the visitor asked, sitting beside the Yacht.

– What kind of master am I? You're a free man, don't demean yourself. Are you asking why I fed you yesterday, gave you money and demanded nothing in return?

– Yes, I do not understand, especially since I could hide with the money and not come to you today.

– You can leave me at any time as desired, and the money I can give you more if you need it.

– But why? Who are you? Why are you helping me?

Achord smiled.

– Don't worry, dear friend, I am sincerely glad that you are here now, in a beautiful external and internal arrangement. I'll answer your questions, but after we eat. Eating is not desirable to combine with a conversation, otherwise the food loses most of its nutrients and the conversation is perceived in half. Attention dissipates, and many little things are overlooked. And the little things do not matter much…

Archinus my eyebrows, knowing that it begins to lose the idea, or rather, what had failed her new friend.

– Because they decide everything! – finished the Yacht.

After the tea ceremony, the Archinus received answers to his questions.

– I'm not just helping you. I came here to help – it's my mission. By the way, you came here for the same.

– Here? The cabin?

Down here.

Archinus chewed his lips in a troubled smile. Crazy this man was clearly not similar, in his words, felt the truth, some tranquility, freedom.

– You'll understand, Archinus, all in good time. I'm going into town now. You can keep me company if you want.

– How did you know my name?

– Knowledge is now right in front of me, I just voiced it. Come on.

Archinus patted bulging eyes and left the cabin, following the wanderer.

A lot of people have already gathered in the square. Merchants laid out their goods, buyers languidly trudged from shop to shop. A few onlookers lost in oblivion, amused passers-by children with their thoughtful awkward faces, and pickpockets, just emptied their pockets trying to get lost in the crowd.

– Your city lives by trade, fraud, theft. Don't want to specify a different vector of development – Achard turned to his new friend.

– I want, of course, but as?

– What do these people want most? – Achord waved his hand over the area.

– Money, of course, wealth, prosperity – replied Archinus.

So let's give them money, wealth, prosperity, maybe then they will see that the world is not limited to that, that there is something else worth living for?

– It would be nice, but where do we get the wealth and even in such quantity?

– Everything is and always has been. Yes it will. Only the shape changes. Look at that pile of tanks by the hedge.

In the far part of the market square there were really full tanks of waste. Old ragged clothes, rotten fruit, broken supports, remains of ridiculous adaptations for trade and with what inhabitants of the city preferred to leave. Achord went straight to them. Archinus only yesterday courted these tanks with the utmost care, trying to find them at least something edible or more or less surviving from the clothes, and today, being in a completely different status felt some disdain, disgust. Not too eager and agile, but he came to these tanks, not realizing that meant his companion. Imagine his surprise when in the tanks just filled with debris, he saw a large variety of coins. And highly not small coins.

– A-not staying, cried out Archinus, a couple of times wiping his eyes and patting his cheeks.

– Money? Holy shit, money! – he exploded from the overabundance of feelings and rushed to fill the pockets of coins.

On his cry turned a dozen people, they immediately rushed to the tanks, to satisfy their curiosity about what money the man shouted so quickly something stuffed in his pockets. Behind these ten, several dozen people hurried.

Realizing that now there will be hustle and bustle, Achord overturned tanks. The coins clanged to the ground and rolled in different directions. A minute later, the entire area safely in all growth there was only one person – Achard. All the others, like a swarm of bees, actively worked with their hands, raking coins, who, how many will carry under the merged chorus of cries and enthusiastic voices.