The third book of the Assassin cycle. As the saying goes: "Soon the fairy tale affects, but not soon the case".... So with me like that. I had a desire to rush in pursuit of Guy's kidnappers, but the possibilities were still tight. Despite all the regenerative abilities of my body, the wound healed difficult and painful, although the local Aesculapius constantly assured me that anyone else in my place would have given his soul to the local gods long ago. Of course, I mentally agreed with him, because I perfectly understood that I survived only thanks to the help of the Observer. I confess it was not particularly comforting. Gaya was in the hands of unknown persons, and this worried me much more than my own health, but all attempts to go on the road ended somewhere in the middle of the street, from where caring villagers returned me back to the tavern room in a state of prostration. Nevertheless, the next day, with the persistence of a fly beating against the glass, I made a new attempt, and everything was repeated again.