Готовый перевод Метка судьбы / Mark of Destiny: Chapter V

"My lord, she's..."

"This is... a zebra?"

"A special one. A Qouhani zebra."

"How much do you want for her?"

"Fifteen thousand coins, and a box of crossbows."

"Where you want them, boss?" asked the pegasus, stretching his wings.

"The quarries. I want to have fun tonight."

"Half a box of crossbows! You can take a whole city with so many weapons!" The unicorn made another circle around me. "You understand what I say, do you?"

I nodded my head.

"Fine! Perfect! One less problem. O Celestia, give me patience!" he exclaimed suddenly. Then he sat on the ground and closed his eyes, raising his hooves to the sky.

"She's a zebra, she was born like that. Now go home, it's time to dinner."

"But I wanted to make friends with ze... zebra!"

"She looks [i]so[/i] cool. Can I paint myself like her on the Nightmare Night, dad?"

"What's your name?"

"Zecora."

If so, where should I have gone?

"Stop whinning, or I'll have to put a gag into your mouth. You scare my son," hissed Holder from upstairs and locked the door again.

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"Hello there, kid."

"Hunting? What the buck kind of hunting?! You've ruined an entire village! There are lots of foals and old zebras. What do you need them for?"

"Me? I don't."

"Where did you get this thing? Crossbows were forbidden!"

"I think we've seen enough," said Mamba with a sigh.

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"Zecora."

"What's an airship?"

"Oh, there have been amazing and tragic events. A real revolution took place in Zebrica. The Royal Palace in Zevera was taken by rebels and ruined, the ruling family murdered. The power now is in the hooves of the provisional tribal council; they demanded an extradition of all ponies in the Caliphate and threatened Dromedor with war. Though large in size, camels—for the most part—are a peaceful nation of traders and artisans, so they preferred to make concessions... Which is rather sad for us."

"Sometimes it's a single spark that is needed to make stale, all-forgotten hay fire up and destroy everything around... I've only heard snatches of rumour that a well-armed band devastated three zebra villages along one of the rivers at one time. Well, it was that spark."

"Excuse me, do you have some water?" I said.

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