IV

Helawiza blinked. Again. At last, darkness in her eyes escaped. She found herself in the small room where were: an ash round table with the white tablecloth, a thatch sofa where the witch was lying, a marble fireplace and (Helawiza couldn’t image why it was here) a big harp. It seemed new.
Helawiza tried to remember what has happened with her. Then she did and tried to stand up, but felt a terrible pain in her left knee and fell back to the soft pillows.
Suddenly she heard music. It was the most beautiful song Helawiza has ever heard. Somebody was playing the violin. The witch recognized a lullaby of Juliclause: “The white cat”. The sweet tenor sang:
I’ll become a white cat,
I will jump to your bed...

Helawiza called:
- Hey! Is anybody here?
The music stopped. The oak door opened and a young man entered. Helawiza had never seen such a handsome man. He had a long blonde hair and the warm brown eyes. His figure was very tall and the witch could see the big muscles under his clothes.
- Ah, you’ve woke up, young witch, - he smiled. – How are you?
- Who are you and why I’m here? – asked Helawiza instead of an answer.
- Well, my name is Lord Gregory. I’m an owner of this place. And who are you, beautiful witch.
- My name is Helawiza. I’m from Avlassor.
- Wow! It’s so far! – Lord Gregory said. – Well, Helawiza from Avlassor, what has brought you to my home?
- I am looking for Gekanland, - Helawiza replied.
Suddenly Gregory (I will be calling him just Gregory) became pale.
- What do you want from Vilorra? – He asked.
- I want to return my brother Altar. He is in the captivity of Vilorra.
Gregory sighed.
- Helawiza, it’s impossible. Do you know what does Vilorra do with the men who are in her captivity? Sure you don’t. She spends a night with them and then zombies. My best friend tried to escape, but she put a spell of forever sleeping on him.
- Sir John Backsword, - Helawiza guessed.
- Yes. Helawiza, don’t! If the female appears in Vilorra’s castle, she just kills her! Her castle is built from the bones of them!
Helawiza began to cry. Gregory sat near her and embraced protectively:
- Don’t cry, honey. Stay with me, I’ll teach you to play the harp. I fell in love with you from the first sight when I found you lying in the forest with the broken leg. I raised you and rode here. Stay here, Helawiza!
- Thank you very much, Lord Gregory, - witch began…
- No Lords! Gregory!
- Ok, Gregory, I’m very pleased to you but I must find Altar.
- How are you going to look for him with the broken leg? You need at least two weeks to make in healthy. I’ll cure you and care about you.
Helawiza just nodded.
- Now, you should try to fell asleep. I will sing the lullaby for you.
The witch nodded again, closing her eyed. The man kissed her, took the guitar and played his favorite “The White Cat”.