Vorozheya sea cruise. Vorozheya

Elena Pomazueva

Vorozheya. Practice in the Camargue province

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There was a cheerful bustle among the girls. We rejoiced at the end of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. We wore berets trimmed with bright ribbons with the symbols of the faculties, embossed in gold. Dark blue robes made of expensive fabric, pinned with large brooches on the right shoulder, fell in wide tails, revealing the rustling brocade skirts of floor-length evening dresses. According to the protocol, immediately after the presentation of diplomas and symbols of belonging to one of the acquired professions, a grand ball will take place. The highest nobility and merchants of our city were invited so that we could show off in front of all the outfits.

What young magician can resist the temptation to improve her appearance? That's right, by the end of the first year we were shining with beauty, guys on the streets turned to look after us, and invitations to dates from fans rained down like silver petals of messages written in a hurry. TO last year each found its own image, requiring minimum costs and efforts to maintain it. Because, alas, in the morning, having slept through the wake-up call, many graduates forgot to put on the marathon and rushed in their natural form, scaring passers-by along the road.

Pushing up in various disciplines, preparing for a diploma and defending it took a lot of time and effort. But no one canceled parties, dancing until the morning and dates! At the same time, it was necessary to think about future practice, to calculate everything in such a way as to make a good career. After all, a diploma, a symbol of belonging to a profession, does not guarantee a high income. You will have to prove that the young specialist is worth something. And it won’t hurt to get some practice!

Actually, the scheme for how a graduate can find his place in life has been worked out a long time ago. The school was well known in the country, enjoyed the support of those who had already graduated from it, and maintained contact with almost all fortune tellers, sorcerers and healers, whom it regularly invited to teach and pass on their experience. Many of them readily responded to the offer to take graduates for practice. Everyone was satisfied and happy, especially today. The girls and boys excitedly discussed defense, as well as their future lives.

– Who did you choose? – I grabbed my friend’s hand.

Edith and I have a rare unanimity. We liked each other from the first day we met. True, at the very beginning they accidentally splashed themselves with ink, at the mercy of a clumsy neighbor whose hands grow in the wrong place. But while they were washing their fingers and washing their clothes, hurrying to the first formation, they managed to make friends. On top of everything else, we both entered the faculty of divination, and this finally brought us closer together.

“Metress Valandi,” she answered with hidden pride.

I chuckled softly. What a nimble girl! Managed to grab the most prestigious practice! Every sorceress dreams of getting to see Mistress Valandi from the first day of training! This is such a legendary personality! She has clients from high society, it is clear that in her salon you can make the necessary contacts. And the mistress herself helps her protégés get a good job.

- Tricky! – I answered her with full awareness of the importance of this fact.

-Who are you? – Edith asked.

“Emiri Brossard,” she answered mysteriously.

- Whom? – Edith asked a little absentmindedly, glancing at the podium where the school director was going to give a speech.

“Emiri Brossard,” I repeated just as absentmindedly.

-Who is this? – Edith turned to me.

“I don’t know, she’s from the Camargue,” I responded and even stood up on tiptoe to see everything that was happening on the podium.

- And you decided to go to such a hole? – Edith was surprised and tugged at my elbow, drawing my attention to herself.

- Let it go! Just think, Camargue! But her practice counts for two years,” I said importantly. - While you are smiling and fussing around your patroness for the entire prescribed period, I will already finish my internship and get a decent job!

The opportunity to start looking for a well-paid job a year earlier than others was extremely attractive to me. My ambitious plans had a wide scope. Mommy made useful contacts, at the right moment boasting about her smart daughter, who was about to graduate from the famous school. So it didn’t make sense to lose a whole year in practice with a fortune teller for a standard salary from the school. I have a gift, I developed it quite well during my studies, and the rest can be improved along the way. Moreover, I have never shied away from self-education, not limited to the mandatory program course. So, with the approval of my beloved mother, I chose the Camargue, despite the remoteness of the province.

– Claire, you are as always! It's all or nothing. – Edith shook her head, but continued to smile.

- Quiet, you chatterboxes! - they hissed at us, because the director began his heartfelt speech.

“On this day we say goodbye to our graduates,” the director, who once graduated from our school with a degree in witchcraft, spoke in a loud, well-placed baritone voice. He incomprehensibly managed to cope with the entire team, starting from the teaching staff

After the consul left, Etienne switched to one of his fellow diplomats. I looked for Master Brossard and headed to the deck, deliberately avoiding the busy circle of sofas. Without looking back, I knew that the mentor would soon follow me.
- So? - I almost immediately heard the quiet voice of the sorceress as soon as I leaned on the railing.
She turned around sharply and tried to peer into the man’s face. The reflection of the lights from the cabin clearly illuminated his eyes. Dark, seeming almost black in the night. They looked worried.
- Why did you decide that they tried to poison the consul? - I asked a question that had been tormenting me for a long time.
“The waiter behind him changed the plates while the consul was busy with Kavya,” I shook my head.
No. All wrong. I was sitting very close. The waiter didn't do anything like that.
“Geller didn’t ask him about this,” the mentor explained to my silent objection.
“There was nothing surprising in that,” I objected. “He just removed the half-eaten bread smeared with squid and replaced it with fresh one.” I was puzzled by the algae issue.
“Or rather,” demanded the warlock.
I explained in detail what the consul did with the half-eaten sandwich and expressed my concerns about the lost seaweed.
- No, Claire. This is different,” Master Brossard objected to me. “At the school of diplomats, they are taught to take care of their own safety first of all.” In this case, Geller did not finish the left bread, because poison could have been added to it as soon as he let it go from his hands. Noticed? The consul always butters his own bread. It doesn't matter what product. Be it oil, sauce, pasta, anything that can easily be filled with poison.
- Isn’t it easier to poison the entire volume of sauce at once? - I asked, puzzled, - Why such difficulties?
- What if someone other than the consul eats first? Then it will not be he who is poisoned, but Geller will be warned. If an attack is made directly on the Venalian himself, then poison will only be poured into his food.
“Then this also applies to wine,” I noted.
“Of course,” Master Brossard agreed with me, “If Geller leaves an unfinished glass of wine or a cup of drink, he never touches it again.”
“It’s all so confusing,” I sighed.
“But it’s effective,” he answered weightily.
“It turns out that this is exactly what he meant when he said not to pay attention, because this is professional,” she concluded.
“Most likely,” the mentor agreed with me.
- But then... - from the overwhelming excitement I forgot how to breathe, - I remembered! - she exclaimed excitedly and immediately looked around in fear, “He said exactly the same thing when he kissed the hand of mistress Kavya.” Was she trying to poison him?
“It’s unlikely,” the mentor doubted. “Most likely the consul felt the aroma of perfume and did not touch Cavier’s skin with his lips.” Diplomats are also taught this.
- Afraid of getting poisoned? - I clarified, not wanting to remove the “poisoner” label from the scoundrel.
- Rather, I was afraid of a love spell. He's a family man, Claire. And if he can afford an affair while traveling, then he definitely won’t want to bring a personal problem into his country,” but noticing my skeptical expression on my face, he added, “I don’t know of poisons that you can apply to your own skin and stay alive, but at the same time kill another person.
A flickering shadow crossed our faces, and at the same time a woman’s laughter was heard. Someone was leaving the salon. We hastened to disperse in different directions. Maitre Brossard headed towards the service entrance, and I moved away from the doors and brightly lit windows into the thick shadow of the tropical night.
Maestress Cavier passed by, pressing her whole body against the consul. He said something quietly, leaning towards his companion, and she burst into seductive laughter at his phrases. Apparently, Master Geller decided to indulge in an affair, as the mentor said. The couple headed towards the first class cabins. I heard Maestress Cavier slip while going down the stairs, her quiet cry and laughter again. The man scolded himself for being discourteous, and then their voices disappeared. As far as I could see, the master decided to carry the victim in his arms. I wouldn’t be surprised if this turns out to be a well-played comedy to ensnare the consul who doesn’t want to be bewitched.
I wonder if the fatal beauty was interested in Master Geller because of his high position? She couldn’t really be carried away by a boring Venalian with a pale appearance. Of all the memorable features of appearance, only red hair can be noted.
- Are you bored? - Master Blancard cooed provocatively, breaking into my reasoning.
Troll giblets! A dark-skinned man in the night is almost indistinguishable. I was scared not so much of him as of the sudden appearance behind me. He could easily sneak up and throw me overboard. I wouldn't even have time to utter a word!
“I went out to get some fresh air before going to bed,” she answered him dryly.
Internally everything has come together. Just let him take liberties! Now I know what my husband’s former “friend” is capable of. I'll attack right away!
“I was hoping to join your company tomorrow,” the healer said, puffing a cigar in the darkness in a secular tone, “You’re probably the only one who wasn’t inspired.” horseback riding to the waterfall. Paleron is especially beautiful at this time of year. This is the reason it was included on the cruise.
-Have you been there before? - I involuntarily became interested.
“More than once,” another flash of red light, and then it outlined a semicircle, going down, “So I managed to see the waterfall, appreciate the beauty of the mountain stream and even swim in it.” The city is much more beautiful.
- Really? And what's special about it? - I decided not to show skepticism.
In my opinion, not everyone will like a port city where sailors find temporary shelter and then set off again.
“Late spring,” exhaled Master Blancart, and the aroma of expensive tobacco reached me, almost akin to men’s cologne, “The townspeople decorate the Paleron with climbing flowers.” They even have a competition for the best design of a house, street, or neighborhood. You know, they love their city and do not allow visitors to enter closed areas.
“But you saw it,” I said incredulously.
“One black-eyed resident of Paleron showed it,” he responded with a hint in his voice.
I suddenly became reluctant to ask questions. She turned away into the darkness of the night. An identification lamp loomed ahead. It was lit every night so that oncoming ships could see us. The canvas fluttered, hiding him for a moment, and then there was a loud bang and a woman's scream.

Elena Pomazueva

"Vorozheya. Sea cruise"

Fantasy novel

Abstract: The mentor signed documents on early completion of practice from the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. There is a new life ahead. Left behind are the strict Emiri Brossard, Master Odilon and the intrigues of the royal court. Claire and her husband go to Honeymoon . And among the passengers is Emiri, who is accompanying the consul of a neighboring kingdom to his homeland. A new murder investigation, where in a limited space everyone is suspected - from passengers to crew members Chapter 1 The booming sound of the temple disk echoed across the square, drowning out the cheerful conversations of the invited guests. Spring was early this year. The sun was hot, a warm breeze ruffled the multi-colored ribbons of the metresses' hats, and tossed the tails of the masters' coats. From the window of the room reserved for the brides before going to the bowl, you can see the future spouse, guests and relatives gathered in front of the temple. With a wandering gaze she slid over the male figures, hoping and fearing to find a familiar person. Dark, unruly curls, cut short at the back and falling in front over brown eyes. He wasn't here. My mentor, Master Emiri Brossard, did not come to his trainee’s wedding in Tulus. Hope for his appearance did not leave until the first blow to the temple disk. No, he most definitely rejected my proposal for a future together, wishing me happiness without him. And yet I could not believe it until the last moment. I can’t even imagine how excited I would be if I noticed a familiar silhouette in the crowd of guests. Would I be able to calmly pass by and take my marriage vows, knowing about the presence of the man who has occupied all my thoughts lately? We had to go through and experience a lot. The death of Christophe, who saved me from inevitable death, covering with himself one restless sorceress. Accusation of Emir Brossard for the murder of King Edward, and then a thorough investigation of the assassination attempts on Prince Robert and his wife Orianna, who turned out to be one of those who wanted to take the vacated throne. And our farewell in our parents’ house, when not a trace remained of the understatement. - Claire, it's time. Get ready. “There will be a second blow soon,” my mother said with excitement in her voice, entering the bride’s room. - Already? - she turned her back to the window, trying to hide the disappointment that had befallen her. The face was in shadow, making it possible to give it an expression of solemnity. According to my recollections, brides at weddings came to the temple bowl in exactly this mood. We need to shake ourselves up, leave everything unnecessary in the past and look to the future, where a new life awaits. Husband, marriage and honeymoon. “Don’t worry,” my mother said, noticing my condition, “Everything will go just fine.” The guests have gathered and are waiting impatiently at the temple. “I’m supposed to worry,” she barely smiled in response. “You’re right, baby,” mom hugged her shoulders. She tried to be supportive, but from the trembling of her hands I realized that she had to make an effort to remain outwardly calm. My parents sincerely wished me happiness. I had no doubt about it. They tried to protect my life from the slightest danger. My father was worried when I ended up in the palace and took part in the investigation into the murder of King Edward. He warned about the dangers of high society that awaited behind the numerous smiles of aristocrats. My relatives made the only right decision in their opinion, choosing a worthy young master as my wife. Etienne Attaglia was born in Tulus, but after the death of his parents, on the recommendation of his guardians, he went to a private school, where he received an excellent education. Dad spoke of him as a promising diplomat, putting all his energy into his career. The future husband does not have a magical gift, but his colleagues and mutual acquaintances spoke only positively about him. So, my family’s choice was made in favor of my daughter’s happiness, even against her preferences. Of course, in a conversation with Etienne Attaglia, I tried to explain my desire to open my own divination salon, and this idea was supported by my future husband. He not only did not object to independent business, but also promised all-round assistance. After all, he has many acquaintances and friends not only in the diplomatic service. Etienne is easy to communicate with. A charming smile illuminated his face during the conversation, infecting with spontaneity. In his company, I involuntarily caught myself that after some time I began to look cheerfully at life and the prospects for life together. Dad spoke of my future husband as a serious, responsible young man making progress in his political career. I think it was his desire to achieve more, thanks to diligence and determination in the complete absence of magic, that won his father’s trust. My timid objections about a short acquaintance with my future spouse were not taken into account. My safety and a calm future were put at the forefront, which, according to my parents, could not be that next to Emiri Brossard. His reputation at the royal court and dissolute lifestyle did not speak in his favor. It was the presence of a mentor in my life that prompted my parent to take decisive action - to find a husband for her daughter, based not on heartfelt affection, but on considerations of better happiness. The second blow of the gong silenced the excited voices in front of the temple. The guests walked decorously inside, looking at the festive decorations. I looked at it myself as I walked past. I don’t know what expenses the parents went to and who they had to convince to give permission, but the hall with high ceilings was decorated with the help of magic. Birds of incredible colors sat on the weaving plants as if they were alive. While the flowers themselves shone with an inner light and seemed to live their own life. The buds filled with juice and blossomed into iridescent inflorescences. She involuntarily sniffed, trying to inhale the aroma. But the magic extended only to a visual illusion; the temple smelled as usual of incense sticks. - All! It's time! “Your way out,” mom’s orderly tone shook her. Now I will leave the room and head towards the center of the hall. Inhaling more air into her chest, as if before jumping into water, she decisively stepped towards the door. The past with its foolish hopes is left behind, and a new, still frightening life awaits me ahead. She glanced briefly towards the ritual bowl and smiled slightly at her fiancé. A tall, handsome young man, chosen as my father's husband, he made an impression in a dark blue suit, tailored in the latest fashion. The custom of wearing long jackets had just begun to become common, and not everyone abandoned the usual cut of a short front. The formal suit was decorated with modest embroidery with silver thread. Having habitually switched to magical vision, she noted the protective spells imperceptibly woven into the pattern. The hair stood up in an unruly “hedgehog”, giving the groom’s stern appearance an insolence. Gray-blue eyes looked at the assembled guests calmly and appraisingly. Over several meetings with him, Etienne noticed this feature. He always looked around and carefully examined even random passers-by. His powers of observation were amazing. He could remember which hat caught his eye, and even name the color of the trim. Such attention to my person was flattering and endearing to the young man. Preparations for the wedding were carried out without my direct participation. Mom took care of all the troubles. The father and former guardians and the groom discussed money issues, and Milka and I got to choose the dress and jewelry. The younger sister enthusiastically plunged into a series of fittings and choosing boutonnieres for her wedding dress. Surprisingly, the little charmer had enough taste to give practical advice. True, they boiled down to simple statements: “No!” and “Wow, how beautiful!” But this was enough to make a decision. I took my first step out of the bridal room at the same time as the priest came out of the opposite door. I smiled at such symmetry. After all, according to legend, the bride must come to the cup at the same time as the templar, and then the blessing of the goddess will descend on her future wife. Solemnity reigned on the bald man’s face, and his eyes, meeting mine, gave me a smile. The old templar adhered to old traditions and tried to walk step by step with me. There was silence all around. As soon as we met at the bowl, huge flowers flashed above our heads, and butterflies flew out of them. Glowing pollen fell from the wings of insects, and with magical vision I watched, fascinated, as weaving a protection spell and wishing happiness and good luck. Tiny curls fell onto the shoulders, enveloping them with magic. In ordinary reality, I was decorated with colorful butterflies, flapping their wings with every movement. The priest offered a prayer to the goddess, asking for blessings on “this woman and this man.” A thick baritone voice echoed over the heads of those present. I heard the quiet sighs of young mistresses dreaming of being in my place next to the cup, and respectable matrons reminiscing about their wedding. The bright rays of the spring sun played on the edges of the ritual vessel. The bald templar with a solemn look scooped up water from the divine source and handed the round vessel to me, as the keeper of the future family hearth. Then the priest scooped it up again and handed the cup to Etienne. He pressed his lips to the edge, staring into my eyes. Not seeing the usual good-natured smile, I felt his appraising gaze on me. Sharp, attentive, and I would even say undressing. The obsession subsided instantly, as soon as the groom returned the dishes to the priest. They looked at me again almost with adoration. And now the unwavering gaze expressed interest and passion. Such a male gaze cannot be confused with anything. The parents and Milka were the first to come up to congratulate. My father shook my now husband's hand and my mother hugged me. My sister hung on to both of us at the first opportunity. Etienne took my hand and did not let go, not wanting to leave me even for a moment. “Have a blessed day, Maestress Attalya,” a familiar, ringing girlish voice rang out. - Edith! - I was delighted, - Meet me, this is my husband Etienne, and this is my friend. We studied divination together. “Have a blessed day, mistress,” my husband bowed politely. Edith curtsied briefly. I saw with what interest she looked at the young man next to me, but at the same time she tried to disguise it behind a friendly address. She appreciated the combed dark brown hair, the charming smile, the stately figure, and then looked expressively at me. There was approval in her eyes. I myself understood that if Etienne and I had met under different circumstances, our relationship could have developed completely differently. My husband looked very attractive. Sometimes I caught interested glances from women when walking along the streets of Tulus. However, Etienne did not pay any attention to this. Always polite, correct and courteous. And his assurances about the anticipation of living together with me sounded sincere. It was impossible not to believe him. Edith stayed next to us. The presence of a friend gave me strength to survive the endless procession of guests rushing to call me by my husband’s name. Now I have become mistress Claire Attaglia, and each subsequent congratulatory person hastened to emphasize this. All documents were signed last night and submitted to the royal office for signature to record the civil status of Master Etienne Attaglia and Maestress Claire Aluzier. Today there was a celebration in the temple of the goddess, where I finally changed my status, ceasing to be a young graduate of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Enchantment and becoming the wife of one of the employees in the diplomatic department. “Claire, Mistress Valandi asked me to convey her congratulations,” Edith said, meanwhile, between the monotonous speeches of relatives and friends. “I sent her an invitation,” she nodded politely to one of my dad’s colleagues. A short man with noble gray hair at the temples spoke at length about how incredibly lucky I was to marry Master Attalya. Etienne tried to tactfully get rid of his interlocutor, but he even grabbed his husband by the sleeve of his jacket so that he would not be pushed aside in the crowd. So, exchanging phrases with my friend turned out to be fragmentary and with long intervals. “King Robert detained her,” Edith managed to wedge herself between congratulatory speeches, simultaneously fending off the attention of one of the young men. She and I looked spectacular together - a bright brunette with brown eyes and a light blonde with green eyes. - Do you know that the decoration in the temple is a gift from His Majesty to you for your wedding? - my friend was stunned by the information. - Why did you decide so? - She impolitely turned away from some stranger who was shaking Etienne’s hand. “Metress Valandi said,” Edith nodded her head importantly, “King Robert called the chief priest to him and gave such an order.” And I was still wondering how much it could cost to decorate the temple! My parents will never pay for this! Truly a royal gift. And only His Majesty can afford it. Gradually the flow of congratulators dried up, and we were able to go out to the square. In front of the high gates of the temple, my husband carefully threw a light coat with white fur over my shoulders. At the same time, his palms squeezed slightly, expressing support and attention. She looked at him gratefully. He good man , and I will try to be an exemplary wife to him. We were the last to arrive in the hall where the banquet was to take place. Everyone who was in the temple during the ceremony, and who joined the celebration later, was looking forward to us. The tables were crowded with treats, and among the variety of dishes, foggy decanters with strong liquor and bottles of wine stood out, calling for a treat. Despite the excitement that had not gone away since early morning, even I felt the desire to refresh myself. What can we say about the guests who looked with lust at the richly laid table? Dad invited everyone to the table, and then the celebration began. Edith and I had to separate. Etienne and I sat at a separate table, and the guests were seated according to cards. It’s a pity we almost didn’t manage to talk, I wanted to ask in more detail about life in the capital, and about the mistress Valandi too. I know that Edith does not accompany her mentor to the palace, but maybe she still tells her something about the king, the new constable and... my other acquaintances. At this thought, she exhaled, looked at the handsome young man next to her and smiled diligently back at him. The past is behind us, but I really wanted to inquire about the news. I understand that life does not stand still, and King Robert conducts the affairs of the state wisely. The constable of the court, Master Tristan Odilon, ensures the safety of His Majesty, and Maestress Valandi is still the sorceress of the court. And yet I wanted to know at least a little more about these people who were part of my life last winter. But I will have to postpone a long and interesting conversation for me until the end of the banquet. I eagerly awaited the signal when I could rise from the table and approach Edith. But alas, the invited guests seemed to be deliberately trying to exhaust their patience. I even began to fidget in place, wanting to leave the place in front of everyone. “Soon this will all be over, and we’ll be left just the two of us,” Etienne, intercepting my hand, which was crumpling an innocent napkin, tried to reassure me. “I wanted to talk to Edith,” she smiled softly in response to the support. - Long time no see? - the husband asked. “From graduation at the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination,” I answered. “I understand,” his smile became a little wider, giving warmth in his gaze, “I think we can ask for a break.” - Do you think so? - I glanced uncertainly at my dad, who was listening to his immediate superior with a happy expression on his face. “You’ll see,” Etienne winked. His gaze became serious as he surveyed the guests at the table, and then, as the speaker of congratulations sat down on a chair, Etienne stood up himself and raised a full glass of white wine in his hand. I noticed earlier that he only took a sip of it at the very beginning and did not touch it again. Now the husband raised his hand in salute. - I want to raise a toast to my charming young wife Claire Attaglia! - his voice sounded clearly in the spacious room. And these words were immediately taken up by the discordant chorus of guests. Etienne drank the wine to the bottom, put the glass on the table and extended his hand to me. - Wedding dance of the bride and groom! - he proclaimed again. The musicians immediately began to play a little louder from the adjacent hall reserved for dancing. We walked past the tables under the gaze of everyone gathered, disrupting the flow of the celebration. Not everyone who wished to express their congratulations has yet expressed their congratulations; not all parting speeches have come from the lips of experienced masters and mistresses. But no one dared to object to the self-confident man who wanted to spin the newlywed in a dance. Just the two of us danced. The guests soon settled in a circle, but everyone remained standing to the side, allowing us to swirl in the whirlwind of music. My partner moved beautifully and we adjusted to each other almost immediately. I looked into my husband’s gray-blue eyes, not noticing anything around. Etienne said several compliments, making him feel more confident. I liked having him around. Will it always be like this? When the dance ended, the husband bowed and led the way to the assembled spectators. Soon a new tune began to play, and other couples rushed to the middle of the hall. I looked for Edith, wanting to be with my friend at least for a little while. Etienne was the first to find her and lead her to her. - Can I leave my wife with you, mistress? - the man’s charming smile brought a blush to the girl’s cheeks. She smiled knowingly. I remember very well my first impression of meeting Etienne. She was just as embarrassed and blushed from the man’s attention. “Yes, yes, of course,” his friend hastily assured him. Etienne tactfully walked away not far away, talking to one of his acquaintances. At the same time, he did not lose sight of me and at the same time allowed me to freely communicate with Edith. - Well, Claire! - shaking her head, her friend said, “You surprised me with your marriage!” She remained silent in response, only casting a short glance in Etienne’s direction. It’s too long and difficult to explain the reasons that prompted my dad to hastily marry me off. “I finished my internship ahead of schedule,” I told her. “I know that,” she responded, “Maîtrese Valandi lamented and swore strongly at Master Aluzier. Did you know they knew each other? “Yes,” she answered briefly. “I won’t tell you the expressions she used to call your father,” Edith giggled quietly, “you can believe me, the mistress did not skimp on going over all the shortcomings of both Master Aluzier himself and all the men.” I remembered the famous sorceress with warmth. Our first meeting, when I almost ended up under severe punishment for using magic in the palace, turned out to be unforgettable and instructive. And further communication with mistress Valandi brought a lot of new knowledge. - So everyone? - I asked cheerfully, waiting for the story to continue. - Believe me, everyone got it! And even King Robert himself. Although your mentor was one of the leaders in using unflattering epithets,” the friend assured, “I don’t know what he did to her that was so special.” - Did I also get it from the respected sorceress? - a familiar voice made me flinch in surprise. With mixed feelings, she turned to a man with a southern tan and a white-toothed smile. - Master Odilon! - Edith and I exhaled synchronously and bowed politely. - Has the temperamental metress really never addressed me? - Answering the greeting with short nods, the former royal judge asked. Edith looked at me excitedly, looking for a hint or advice, and I was happy at the unexpected meeting with an old acquaintance. “Maitre Constable of the Royal Court,” Etienne joined our conversation, “It is an honor to receive you at our celebration.” An amazing metamorphosis happened to my husband. His gaze grew colder, his eyes became like ice, and arrogance appeared in his facial expression. He raised his chin, demonstrating open disdain for the distinguished guest. “Please accept my congratulations, Master Attaglia,” the new constable of the court extended his hand to shake. “Thank you,” Etienne responded dryly. I didn't understand the changes that had taken place. My husband had just beamed with goodwill towards all the invited guests, and suddenly, upon meeting the former royal judge, he became unlike himself. Edith looked confusedly from one man to another. Only Master Odilon glowed with his usual gaiety. “Kitty, I also want to congratulate you...” with these words, the constable of the court held out a black velvet box in his palm, but was interrupted by Etienne’s sharp tone. “Maitre, you take indecent liberties when addressing my wife,” it seems the sand creaked on my teeth from such words. Once upon a time I was also shocked by the shameless way the royal judge addressed me, but over time I got used to it and stopped paying attention to his friendly banter. “I beg your pardon,” the constable of the court, giving my husband an attentive look, apologized in an icy tone, “you are absolutely right in correcting my mistake.” Once upon a time, Maestress Aluzier and I communicated closely during an investigation in the province of Camargue, and since then this appeal to the charming graduate of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination has stuck. - Now Claire is my wife and respected mistress Attalya. I’ll ask you to leave the familiarity in addressing her,” Etienne looked at the former royal judge with an arrogant look. Chapter 2 My husband, having made a remark, tried to maintain the decency accepted in society. And even his tone corresponded to the situation, but for some reason an unpleasant aftertaste remained in my soul. Master Odilon is right, we are connected by an old friendship, although his free approach to me from the very first days has long ceased to irritate me. - What do you have in the box? - Edith intervened, trying to defuse the situation. “A gift,” the constable of the court answered briefly and again held out the black box on his open palm. Velvet material covered the sides, the fibers shimmered with multi-colored flashes in the light of lit candles and magic balls that decorated the dance hall. - Whose? - Etienne did not remain indifferent. “Mine,” Master Odilon again limited himself to a dry answer. I extended my hand, on the one hand reassured by this assurance and on the other, agitated by my husband’s displeasure. The small object easily fit in the man’s wide palm, but I immediately felt the noticeable weight of the box as soon as I took it with trembling fingers. She threw back the round lid and held her breath for a fraction of a moment, and then looked up in surprise at the donor. An elegant ring with a tiny black stone could not be deceived by its small size. A powerful crystal, set in a frame, activated itself at the slightest danger, regardless of whether the wearer had magic or not. The protection turned on instantly. A massive copy of the gift now graced the hand of the constable of the court. “A gift from an old friend,” Master Odilon explained, catching my look of amazement. I'm sure he noticed my understanding of the value of jewelry. The palace discussed the issue of strengthening the king's security with the help of these crystals. And now the former royal judge gives me an unusual ring that can protect me from unexpected danger. What could this mean? “An elegant thing,” Etienne said, taking the black box from my hands and looking closer. “I hope you won’t object to your wife wearing my gift?” - the polite tone of the constable did not fit in my mind with the usual manner of communication of Master Odilon. Has life in high society really changed him that much? Of course, sometimes the caustic remarks of the southerner were jarring, but somehow I managed to get used to them. And now the cold politeness and correctly constructed phrases were repulsive with their impersonality. But behind this mask hides a cheerful and temperamental resident of the Camargue province. “Claire, try it on,” Edith lightly nudged. She definitely noticed the unusualness of the ring and now is probably eager to ask in more detail about its purpose. But in the presence of my husband, I was in no hurry to do this. In an incomprehensible way, Etienne forced both her and me to hide the overwhelming curiosity. And Master Odilon did not try to win over his interlocutor. Rather, we tried to maintain decency in the conversation and could not wait for the moment when the three of us would be left alone. However, Etienne had no intention of leaving. I took the ring out of the box and it fit perfectly on my finger. The corners of Master Odilon’s lips twitched into a barely noticeable smile. If it weren’t for my knowledge of a man’s facial expressions, I would never have noticed. - Thank you. “Very beautiful,” I said, feeling the warmth spreading in my soul. - Master Constable! - one of Etienne’s former guardians said from afar. This man was one of those who drew up the marriage contract and managed all my husband’s affairs. Dad listened to his opinion and highly valued him. I didn’t care about legal subtleties, so I tried not to stay long in the company of a respectable man, the same age as my father. - A pleasant surprise! - he shook hands with Master Odilon. “Mutually, Master Dulage,” responded the former royal judge, trying his best to maintain a friendly expression on his face. - Do you know each other? - I asked, watching the southerner’s efforts to make small talk. “We had to meet in the palace,” Master Odilon answered, turning to me, while in his gaze one could clearly see the desire to run away from the interlocutor, who was shaking his hand too zealously. “Maitre Odilon is a well-known figure in the Corps of Royal Judges,” an obsequious smile spread across the thin lips of Maitre Dulage, “His investigations in the province of the Camargue are taught as an example for the younger generation.” “This is not only my merit,” Odilon hastened to object, “Matresse Attalya took an active part in the capture of one of the most dangerous murderers.” - Claire? - my husband demanded an answer. “It was so,” I confirmed. “It happened by accident.” - Nothing like this! - Master Odilon interrupted me, - Your divination helped in the investigation. Thanks to your prediction, Governor Dubier, Master Ibert, remained alive. And your visit to the sorcerer helped catch the killers. - Claire, did you really do this? Did you risk your life? - Edith grabbed the sleeve of her dress and began to bother. “That’s how it was,” Master Odilon smiled. - No more investigations! No more catching killers! Got it, Claire?! - Etienne barked, drowning out the sounds of music in the dance hall. Oh goddess! She glanced around in fear. Everyone looked only at us, many couples lost their rhythm due to my husband’s shout. Just a scandal was not enough! - Don't worry, Etienne. I’m not attracted to criminals,” she put on the most charming smile in her arsenal. “A reasonable remark, Maestress Attalya,” Master Dulage entered the conversation, “It is the duty of a young wife to give attention to her husband, and not to seek adventure.” Follow him everywhere and satisfy the slightest desires. The feeling of creaking sand on my teeth became obsessive. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid with all my might, having graduated from the “School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination.” Life, subordinate position and no development. Is this really going to happen in my marriage? And dreams of independence and your own business will remain just dreams. - Is this how you imagine family happiness? - asked Master Odilon, without taking his attentive gaze off my husband’s attorney. - Are you married? - Master Dulage answered the question with a question. - No. “When you get a wife, then we’ll return to discussing this issue,” the man blossomed with a smug smile. The constable remained silent, but the expression in his eyes showed how much he wanted to tell his interlocutor. The situation was saved by dad, who hurriedly approached us. Probably they told him about the loud conversation between us and he hurried to come. “Meet Dad, this is Master Odilon, constable of His Majesty’s court,” she hastened to introduce the men to each other. They exchanged the traditional greetings and the discussion about the wife's role in marriage ended. “Master Dulage and Master Attaglia, I need to talk to you about the journey,” it turned out that dad appeared on business. Etienne hesitated, not wanting to leave me next to the constable, but my father insisted and stubbornly led both interlocutors aside. - Kitty, are you sure of your choice? - Master Odilon looked after my husband and his attorney. “I hope Master Attaglia has different views,” Edith said gloomily. “Life will tell,” she tried to avoid discussing the topic. “Thank you again for the ring,” I thanked more sincerely. “You’re welcome,” the constable smiled warmly, “I know that with your restlessness you will definitely get involved somewhere else.” That's why I specially ordered it. Moreover, given my current position in the palace, this is not difficult. I would give it to you anyway, but here’s the occasion - a wedding! The question about the fate of Master Brossard was on the tip of my tongue, but I restrained myself from asking it. It is indecent for a married mistress to be interested in the life of a man who rejected her in the past. - What journey was Master Aluzier talking about? - Edith asked. - Etienne and I are going on a cruise by sea. He is assigned to the diplomatic team accompanying the Venalian consul to his homeland. This will be our honeymoon,” she answered her friend. - Sea cruise?! - she asked enthusiastically. “This guy has settled down well,” the constable chuckled, “Combine work and honeymoon.” She turned up her nose, hearing the mockery in her voice again. Be that as it may, Etienne is my husband, although chosen by his father, and not by his own heart. But I won’t allow him to belittle him either. “Kitty, don’t throw evil glances at me,” the southerner said conciliatoryly, “I was just surprised at his acumen.” You won't be lost for such a husband. - You know, Claire, I’ll go with you! - Edith suddenly blurted out. “How I like determined mistresses,” Master Odilon purred with a satisfied look and grabbed the girl by the arm. “You have practice,” she reminded her, “Metressa Valandi will never let you go.” “I can help in this matter,” the constable gave one of his white-toothed smiles to both of us, “I’ll put in a good word for the mistress... uh-uh?” He looked at Edith expectantly. “Metresse Edith Campeau,” my friend introduced herself, and I blushed, remembering the violation of the rules of decency. After all, I didn’t introduce them when the constable approached us. The name of Master Odilon appeared in the conversation, but the friend remained without a name. “So I’ll talk to the great witch... cough... sorceress Valandi and his majesty,” Master Odilon hesitated, but corrected himself in time. - Claire is right, they won’t let me go until the end of practice. Otherwise, it will be a violation of the conditions,” the friend became sad. - Don't give up ahead of time. Just trust me. “I have a plan,” the confident tone of the former royal judge was encouraging and instilled fears with understatement. I'm even afraid to imagine what exactly he was up to. - Kitty, will you dance with me? - the man gallantly offered his hand, and I readily put in my palm. “With pleasure, Master Constable,” she smiled back at him. We entered the circle of dancers, leaving Edith alone among the guests. But judging by the way two young men approached her at once, she would not be bored. Soon I noticed her, twirling in a dance with a smiling partner. - Don't you want to ask anything? - Master Odilon asked, leaning towards my ear. “Of course,” she readily supported the conversation, finally being left alone with him, “How is His Majesty doing?” “Not bad,” responded Master Odilon. “Worries have piled up, but he’s coping.” The death of Princess Orianna undermined the truce with Intualia, and now King Robert is looking for allies in the confrontation with old enemies. “It must have been hard for King Hilbert to learn about his daughter’s death,” I said understandingly. “Rather, he was dissatisfied with the failed plan to seize our kingdom,” the constable shook his head. - You think so? - I was amazed at the indifference of the father who lost his daughter. “I myself delivered the princess’s body to Intualia and saw it,” assured Master Odilon, “For Gilbert, Orianna was a means to achieve his cherished goal.” The girl was raised in the palace by teachers and tutors. There has never been a warm relationship between father and daughter. I remembered the late King Edward, who treated the heir to the throne, Prince Robert, in much the same way. The director, Master Arnaud Vaillant, trained him and Emiri Brossard at the “School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination.” - Besides, Orianna is not the only child. King Hilbert has two more sons. Princes Gareth and Duane. By the way, sensible young people,” the constable continued the story. - As arrogant as Princess Orianna? - Remembering the intuitive, I asked. - Can not say. I didn't know the princess during her lifetime. However, the heirs of Intualia seemed to me rather concerned with succession to the throne. They try to intrigue each other in order to denigrate each other in the eyes of the king. They care little about interstate affairs. Receiving our delegation with the body of their sister, they behaved with dignity, but they only talked with their father. They rather played the role of extras next to a strong personality. - There is no worse misfortune than a weak king in a state. His Majesty and I were lucky,” making the next “step”, she summed up the story about the rulers of Intualia. - Who else did you want to ask about? - Master Odilon narrowed his eyes slyly, pulling me closer to him. - How did you settle in your new place? - she innocently waved her fluffy eyelashes at him. - Kicked out Berthlen's minions, made several blood enemies, won the hearts of the mistresses of half the royal court. “In general, nothing remarkable,” he said joyfully, “Anyone else you’re interested in?” She remained silent in response, trying not to meet her partner’s gaze. This was possible because the complex figures made it possible to gracefully turn the head. “By the way, the Grott family is expecting a new addition,” without waiting for any other questions from me, the constable continued the conversation. - Is Mariel pregnant? - I was happy. “Louis is in seventh heaven,” assured Master Odilon. “He was very pious before, but now every day he goes to the temple to offer prayer to the goddess. - And Nicholas? - I remembered the yellow-toothed gentleman from Art. - I knew that you were not indifferent to him! - the partner laughed. It was impossible not to smile, and yet I tried to look at my interlocutor with a disapproving glance. His free manner of communication attracted everyone's attention to us. - Our ladies' man missed you for a while, and then consoled himself in the arms of local beauties. Rumor has it that one of them managed to catch a loving guy. So he will soon become a family man, and you probably won’t recognize him if you come to visit Mariel,” the southerner told the latest news. Mariel, Master Louis Grott, Art, Nicholas. And also the house by the lake and Maitre Brossard. It was only a year ago, but it seems to have happened in another life, far behind. “Kitty, you’re sad,” Master Odilon said, looking into his eyes. “For him?” The mentor's shadow appeared invisibly between us. I looked, without looking away, at my partner, but I could not utter the question that was rushing from my tongue. “I’m happy for Nicholas,” she squeezed out, pretending that we were continuing to talk about the native of Art. In response, the former royal judge chuckled, leaving the question unanswered. With the last sounds of music, we bowed to each other, and my partner took me to Etienne. The husband glared at the constable, but refrained from making barbs. “Have a nice voyage, Claire,” with these words Master Odilon said goodbye and left us. He left and took with him the past, in which the mentor, the Art of the Grott couple and even Nicholas remained. For some reason I was sure that Etienne would never allow me to go to the Camargue to visit Mariel. It’s a pity I didn’t ask about the time when the joyful event was expected. Nothing! I’ll write to her when I return from my honeymoon. We danced again with Etienne. He briefly explained why dad called him aside. My reluctance to continue the conversation stopped further conversations. And yet the husband could not stand it and spoke out: “Claire, I would not like to see the constable next to you.” He occupies a high position at court, his attention is sought, but he behaves too freely with you. I have to think about my career and reputation. “Etienne, believe me, Master Odilon will never allow himself anything reprehensible,” she sincerely assured her husband, trying to calm him down. - I'm glad that our trip is close. During this time, we will get to know each other better and no high-ranking officials will be able to cause discord between us. Yes, that's probably true. It seemed right to agree with him. Only I knew for sure that it was not Master Odilon who occupied my thoughts. - Claire! - Edith’s joyful shout attracted attention. My friend almost ran in our direction. Her cheeks were flushed, her dress spread out in waves to the sides, clinging to her legs in front. The toes of ballroom shoes peeked out from under the hem. - Claire, you won't believe it! - She couldn’t catch her breath. Her chest was heaving in the neckline of her evening dress, her hair was slightly disheveled, and in her hands her friend was clutching a silver petal, ready to crumble between her fingers. The eyes burned with fire from excitement. “This is from Mistress Valandi,” she tried to convey the message to me, but it turned into silver dust. “Don’t scare me,” I demanded. At this remark, Etienne squeezed my elbow with his palm, silently promising support. - I just received permission from Mistress Valandi to travel with you. Written confirmation has already been sent and will arrive in Tulus tomorrow,” Edith enthusiastically told the stunning news. “Explain yourself, mistress,” Etienne asked, puzzled. “I found out about your sea cruise and wanted to ask my mentor for permission to accompany Claire, and Maestress Valandi herself sent me a message about it,” my friend hastened to explain, “The great sorceress!” Amazing prediction! “And most importantly, on time,” she chuckled quietly under her breath, guessing where this “prediction” was coming from. - Are you sure? "Goddess's Favorite" - comfortable passenger ship and the cost of travel on it is considerable. Far from poor citizens can afford to travel on it,” Etienne spoke calmly, politely and tactfully. Edith pursed her lips in displeasure. During our internship, we are completely supported by our mentors and do not think about costs. Now my husband outlined the situation in a businesslike manner. Etienne is assigned to the diplomatic group, and our travel is paid for by the royal treasury. But what should Edith do if Mistress Valandi herself is not going on a sea cruise? “You need to find out who will pay for accommodation and food on the “Goddess’s Favorite,” Etienne made a specific proposal. “That’s what I’ll do,” Edith sank. She looked at her sympathetically. In fact, the money issue needs to be resolved. After all, we were preparing for independent life. It was I who had an unexpected turn of fate, and Edith is not going to give up her dream. Soon she was invited to a dance, and she and I were no longer able to talk until the end of the celebration. Etienne and I were seen off noisily and cheerfully. There were tears in my mother’s eyes, Milka was jumping around and kept trying to reach the flowers in my hairstyle that she liked in the morning. And dad kept a solemn expression on his face. I was the only one who was worried and afraid to start a life together. It was possible to walk to the house rented by the husband’s attorneys for the newlyweds, especially since the spring evening was conducive to walking, but a dressed-up open phaeton awaited us. The horses swung their plumes on their heads importantly in time with the clatter of their hooves, and the guests waved their hands after us, pouring out into the evening street. It was then that I realized the changes that had happened in my life. I am no longer a graduate of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination, but a married mistress. My surname has become my husband’s name, and now we will share our worries and joys together. Etienne offered his hand, helping him out of the open carriage. Curious people gathered around us at incredible speed, but the young husband seemed not to notice them. He smiled charmingly, his warm palm lightly squeezed my cold fingers, and it seemed that he was not interested in anything in the world except me. Suddenly, the silver message flashed in front of his face and then buried itself in his hand. “This is from Edith,” she joyfully told her husband after reading the message, “She’s coming with us.” “So be it,” a small cloud of discontent slid across the man’s face, “Now your friend is the least of your interests.” We'll talk about it tomorrow. It was impossible to confuse Etienne's hot gaze with anything else. His gray-blue eyes looked steadily, greedily. This look made me feel embarrassed, and I wanted to take a deep breath of cool air. The cheeks turned red with excitement. Men's hands hugged my shoulders, warming me, and Etienne's hot lips lightly touched mine. He smelled of the sweet berry wine that was served to us at the table. The message fell like silver dust at my feet. Chapter 3 The smell of the sea was felt even before the port appeared. The cries of seagulls flying in the cloudless sky grew louder as we approached. The tops of the masts with flags flying on them were the first to appear. The different colors and images probably meant something, but to me, as a person far from naval life, they didn’t tell me anything. I even tried to stand up with impatience, trying to look more, and laughed when I noticed Edith’s exact movement. We looked at each other and leaned back on the soft back of the seat. Etienne was busy looking at some papers sent to him just before his departure. By the way he knitted his eyebrows, which created a vertical crease on his forehead, and by the concentrated expression on his face, I guessed the importance of the documents. My husband was allowed to be out of work for only two days after the wedding, and then I observed the busy life of a diplomat preparing to go on a trip. Messengers knocked on our rented house several times a day, messages were sent and sent to Etienne's office. I was responsible for the preparations. However, Edith, mom and Milka took an active part in these efforts. The friend received written orders from Maestress Valandi, where she not only gave permission to travel accompanied by the Attalya spouses, but also assigned her to another mentor located on the ship “Favorite of the Goddess.” They promised to announce the name immediately upon arrival on board, since this point was still being clarified. Edith was happy with the opportunity to go sailing and continue her practice, I was happy for her. The financial issue raised at the banquet was easily resolved. Matressa Valandi agreed to pay the costs. Everything was going well. Etienne, who grumbled about accompanying Maestress Campo for the first two days, eventually accepted it for the better. After all, he had little time left to communicate with his young wife, and I wouldn’t be bored if Edith was nearby. The week flew by unnoticed. Carried away by getting ready and buying new dresses, due to the status of a married mistress, I tried to forget the memories and experiences that tormented me. A new life, in which the husband now occupied the main place, a different attitude of others and the anticipation of a sea voyage - everything distracted and painted prospects for the future. - Is this our ship? - I asked, looking at the beautiful sailboat. Its bare masts swayed slightly, and there was excitement on deck. The sailors scurried about in light clothes, carrying some objects. Their tiny figures almost blurred in the bright rays of the sun. I had to squint under the wide brim of my hat to see anything; the lace umbrellas above my head did not help. The glare reflected from the water, splitting up and playing a game according to the same known rules. “The goddess’s favorite,” Etienne, looking up and taking a closer look, confirmed my guess. - I really want to look at it with sails. “It will probably be an amazing sight,” Edith said enthusiastically. “Only if you stay on the shore,” my husband mockingly commented on his friend’s words, “You can’t see all the beauty from the deck.” Etienne and Edith had long since switched to first-name terms in their conversation, deciding to put formalities aside. In the end, we have a long journey ahead of us, and we will communicate quite often. A friend was the first to offer friendship and my husband readily agreed. - The departure is scheduled for the evening, almost at sunset. We will have dinner at the captain's reception. This is a mandatory presentation of the team on the first day on board,” Etienne informed, checking the papers. “The uniform is evening dresses for the metresses and tuxedos for the masters.” At these words, Edith and I looked at each other. Apart from my presence in the palace during the investigation into the murder of King Edward, this is our first appearance in public. Dinner hosted by the captain of the Goddess's Favorite, well-trained waiters serving distinguished guests. And we will be among them! My heart began to leap with anticipation, and my cheeks became noticeably warmer with excitement. At last I will be among the highest nobility, and the status of a diplomat's wife will make us equal. It seems that marriage turned out to be an advantageous match in this sense. Absentmindedly, she watched the approaching port, the wheels of the open carriage were tapping on the cobblestones of the pavement, and the hooves of the horses were counting down the rhythm. Anticipating a journey by sea, I expected something completely unusual, magical time spent on the ship. The noise of the port came upon us unexpectedly. But we were driving along an empty road, looking at the ships lined up along the piers, as if we had gone down to coastline , found themselves surrounded by loud screams of loaders, the creaking of winches pulling bulky boxes onto merchant ships, sharp whistles and the ringing of ship bells. The crew stopped, and we had to independently cover the short distance remaining to the ramp of the “Goddess’s Favorite.” We were met by two sailors on either side; they were there to help passengers who were not used to walking on an unsteady surface. They watched carefully as we walked up the ramp and saluted, welcoming us on board. There was a pungent smell of wood, tar and strong tobacco. The salty wind immediately ruffled the wide brims of the hats, pulling openwork umbrellas out of their hands. Etienne introduced himself to the officer who met us and gave orders for our luggage. Then one of the stewards was put at our disposal, who hastened to escort us to the assigned cabins. The unusual smells and sounds were stunning. The creaking of masts overhead, the click of heels on the plank flooring, the bustling sailors rushing about business - everything was unusual, and I looked around in confusion. The cabin we were given was quite spacious, as far as I could compare with the room allocated to Edith. We had a small living room and a bedroom with a wide bed. There was also a shower behind the fence. The friend was content with a cabin with a bed and two chairs, but she also had amenities. As Etienne explained to us, the “Favorite of the Goddess” is the most comfortable ship, intended for the travel of wealthy aristocrats. Therefore, each living space had separate amenities. Often titled persons took with them secretaries and personal servants; it was for such people that modest premises were intended. Edith was not at all embarrassed by this explanation. She looked out of the round window with delight and admired the port from the sea. “Claire, I’ll go and report to the consul about our arrival on the ship, while you settle down,” said Etienne, leaving the two of us alone. As soon as he left the cabin, there was a knock on the door. We looked at each other and I allowed him to enter. “Metressa Attalya, I am your steward,” the young man introduced himself, going inside. A black suit with a white shirt and gloves looked impressive. A polite smile on a clear face spoke of a readiness to serve. Ironed trousers with sharp creases, polished shoes to a shine - everything gave the impression of a well-trained servant. “To call me, just press this button,” with these words he demonstrated a copper semicircle located in the wall, “And your wishes will be fulfilled.” “Thank you...” she paused, waiting for the steward’s name. “Gilles, at your service, Maestress Attaglia,” he bowed, introducing himself, “Do you have any wishes or questions?” “I have a question,” Edith entered the conversation, “I am Mistress Campo, am I also entitled to a personal steward?” “For second-class cabins, they send one steward for several people to help,” he answered politely. “You also have a call button.” “Thank you, Gilles,” the friend smiled, looking at the young man with all her eyes. Maids were nothing new, but for a man to serve seemed unusual. - What dress will you wear to dinner? - Edith asked when the acquaintance with the service staff was over. - Tea rose colors? - went to one of the suitcases, which had not yet been unpacked. - In the evening under artificial lighting it will not look good. “Wear the one with silver embroidery,” my friend advised. “His back is too open,” I doubted. - That's how it should be! Beautiful and seductive,” Edith stood up for the dress. Soon we were taking clothes out of our suitcases and starting to argue. After all, the most difficult thing in life is choice. Especially when he is. I managed to outsmart Edith by raising the issue of her outfit for the evening. As a result, we were both glowing with enthusiasm, and all our thoughts turned to dresses, jewelry and hairstyles. During this time we called the helpful Gilles several times. From him we learned about the presence of a laundry on the ship, where our dresses can be put in order, several trained maids on staff who can do hairstyles for passengers, and we were also given instructions on evacuating from the ship in case of danger. We asked about the other passengers on the Goddess' Favorite. They turned out to be not only diplomats accompanying the Venalian consul to their homeland, but also wealthy travelers who set sail at the beginning of summer. The sea during this period is calm, the period of spring storms has passed, and the summer heat has not yet settled. We were assured that the company chosen was decent and very respectable. After such information, Edith was inspired to make useful contacts, hoping in the future this would help attract more wealthy clients. I agreed with her arguments and sighed quietly. After the wedding, Etienne and I no longer discussed my fees for the fortune teller's salon, silently deciding to postpone this conversation until we returned from the cruise. And we need to use this time to get to know each other better. I was glad to see my friend there. With whom else could you discuss both the evening outfit and the hairstyle that goes with it? Gilles is a helpful young man, but you won’t talk to him about women’s things? It turned out that he is an expert in this too. The steward organized a burner for us to heat up the curling irons and even served them in the right order. And on his advice, the curls were secured with magic so that the sea wind would not tousle them on the open deck. With such an assistant, preparations for dinner with the captain were in full swing. Edith decided not to retire to her room, taking advantage of Etienne's absence, and we helped each other. It was much more fun and interesting than resorting to the services of twitchy maids, who were in great demand today. Gilles also told us about this when he went to their service room. In fact, it was there that he borrowed the burners we needed. Thanks to our joint efforts, we stood side by side and looked at ourselves in the mirror. Edith emphasized the blackness of her hair by combing it smoothly at the temples and fluffing it up on top of her head into an updo. I laid my light brown hair in waves around my face and made a lush cocoon out of it, from which two strands descended onto my shoulders on both sides. I chose an emerald-colored dress with a square neckline. It set off the color of my eyes and emphasized my slender figure. Edith, in contrast to my strict appearance, chose a bright peach-colored outfit. A few exotic bird feathers in our hair gave us both a perky look. There was very little time left before dinner when Etienne literally burst into the cabin. - Ready? - Glancing briefly at our outfits, my husband hurried to close himself in the bedroom, where the tuxedo Gilles had prepared was waiting for him. It didn't take long to change his clothes and soon we all went out on deck together. The sight of the evening sun slowly sinking into the sea took my breath away. We stopped, enjoying the spectacle. A whistle and a sharp command sounded above the ship. We looked up and saw one of the officers standing on the bridge. “The Goddess’s Favorite” trembled and swayed more strongly on the waves. Out of surprise, she grabbed her husband’s hand. Our fears turned out to be in vain. We set sail. The shore began to slowly move away. The sails on the masts fluttered noisily. The panels flapped in the wind, and then inflated, and the ship accelerated. The sailors hung on the crossbars, obeying abrupt commands, and all this strictly regulated bustle was illuminated by a red light. There has probably never been a more beautiful and majestic moment in my life. The sailboat majestically emerged into the open sea, and the sun painted it purple - the favorite color of the goddess. The ringing of the bell reminded us of dinner. It is impolite to be late to the captain when he is representing the team. Upon entering the hall, we were convinced that almost all the places at the tables were already occupied. The last latecomers were in a hurry to settle down according to the instructions on the cards. Etienne headed towards the main and largest table in the middle of the room. Here our three seats remained free. I don’t know how Maestress Valandi succeeded, but Edith ended up with us, and not with strangers. The rich decoration of the hall could compete with luxury royal palace. Crystal chandeliers and sconces split the light, multiplying it. Magic balls hovered near the ceiling, adding brightness to the room. Their cool white color merged with the rich yellow from the candles, creating a festive mood. The high spirits were visible on the faces of those present, whether they were young mistresses or venerable masters. Waiters in black frock coats with white shirts and gloves lined the walls, waiting for the signal to start dinner. It turned out to be the arrival of the captain and senior officers. A representative man in a snow-white uniform stopped and waited for his subordinates to line up next to him. Conversations at the tables died down in anticipation of the words of the most important sailor on the ship. - Dear masters and mistresses! Welcome aboard the Goddess' Favorite! - the captain said in a calm and confident voice, - My subordinates will try to ensure that your journey is comfortable. Happy sailing! The passengers considered it their duty to greet the senior officers with applause. The captain headed towards our table, the rest sat down at the neighboring ones. I took turns looking at those sitting with us. The consul was immediately identified by his unusual appearance. Pale, almost white with blue skin, bright red hair could only belong to a native of Venalia - the country of snow and fog. Remembering the geography studied at the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination, I could easily explain the characteristic appearance . Venalia is an island state that has not maintained relations with its neighbors for quite a long time. Due to its northern location, it often snows over the territory, but the warm current does not allow it to linger for long. Melting and evaporating, high humidity is formed, hence the fogs, through which the sun rarely peeks onto the ground. Next to the consul was the captain on one side and a good-natured elderly master on the other. His neighbor turned out to be a representative-looking metress. They seemed like old acquaintances, if not spouses. Several men in tuxedos are unknown to me, but Etienne exchanged friendly words with some of them, and I assumed that they were from the diplomatic group, his colleagues. Then another middle-aged couple stood out. They sat with a distant look, politely responding to the speeches addressed to them. Edith found herself between two young men, who clearly wanted to compete for her attention. And it was clear from her sparkling brown eyes how much she enjoyed communicating with them. Etienne introduced me to his and my neighbors, who turned out to be his colleagues, as expected, and after that the conversation between them, as expected, turned to politics. The waiters served dishes, cleared away empty plates, and offered to pour wine. The menu was mostly seafood, which is not surprising on a ship, and I did it justice. “Can I offer you some white wine, maestress,” a quiet and polite voice that sounded over my shoulder made me flinch in surprise. There was nothing unusual in the question, only the man now standing behind me and bowing in a bow could not be here! I looked up at him and met his black eyes. His lips smiled slightly, confirming the impossibility of the situation. The wine was suggested by my former mentor, Emiri Brossard. - Claire, is there a problem? - Etienne’s question brought him back to reality. “No,” she answered her husband hesitantly and looked away from the familiar face, “I don’t want white wine.” Thank you. “Bring me some berries,” Etienne addressed the “waiter” behind my back, “my wife prefers it.” “It will be done,” responded a painfully familiar voice. And it’s just crazy, but suddenly all the sounds around disappeared, and I clearly heard the retreating steps of a man. He's still here! On the ship! What does he need here? With an effort of will, she forced herself to sit and not look back after the departing Master Brossard. The voices at the table were heard somewhere in the distance, not touching my ears. I did not understand the words and did not participate in the conversation. She just stared mindlessly at her plate and picked at her food with a fork. Will he come back and bring berry wine? And if not? What if it was just a hallucination, and I only heard him because thoughts about Master Brossard wouldn’t let me go? Why is he on the ship? And why is he in a waiter's uniform? After all, his position in society allows him to pay for the trip on the “Goddess’s Favorite” and, thanks to his status, to be at the table next to the captain, and not serve! Troll giblets! As soon as this man appeared in my life, everything flew to the barbarians in the steppe! I heard his steps from afar. He walked calmly and confidently. The carpet muffled the sounds, but it was impossible not to recognize the familiar gait. “Berry wine, matress, as you asked,” a quiet voice made you vibrate with every sound. - Thank you. “No need,” I responded dryly, “That’s enough for me.” In fact, I was indifferent to any wine, but the berry one reminded me of my wedding day, and was firmly associated with memories of Etienne’s kiss. I didn't want to drink it from Emiri Brossard's hands. “Pour me a drink, my dear,” my husband asked. “Are you a sommelier?” - No, master. I’m a steward and part-time waiter,” without looking, I knew from the tone how the man’s lips curved in a disdainful smile. “In our kingdom, any work is honorable,” said the diplomat. Out of my peripheral vision I noticed a hand in a white glove holding a green glass bottle. An aromatic dark liquid splashed into the glass, and then the former mentor moved on to next guest at the table. I glanced at him furtively, and my heart ached painfully with recognition. Still the same profile, known to me in every detail. Clean-shaven cheeks, shadows around the eyes. I'm sure I haven't been sleeping well lately and have had little time to rest. His unusual hairstyle is short-cropped behind and unruly curly locks falling on his forehead. Everything about him seemed familiar. A turn of the shoulders, a proud posture, lips pronouncing the same routine phrases. To any stranger, Master Brossard looked like a well-trained waiter, an obedient servant with good manners, and only I knew what he really was like. Proud, implacable, disdainful of the favor of aristocrats. He knew too well the falsity of friendly speeches, having lived his whole life in the royal palace. And now I watched him curry favor with rich travelers, boasting of their fortunes, in a servile bow. I will never believe in his sincere desire to be in a subordinate position. Not Master Emery Brossard, who threw menacing accusations in the face of King Edward himself! He would rather return to the lake house and make a living as a healer than take a job as a waiter. Then what is he doing here? But the fact remains a fact. His figure in official clothes bowed before the aristocrats he despised, who did not even notice his presence. Despite the rich selection of dishes, I completely lost my appetite. Etienne noticed my thoughtfulness and showed concern. I had to come up with excuses for how I felt. Seafood helped. He easily believed that the unusual food made her feel slightly ill. However, it was almost true. Many guests at the table drank wine, generously offered by the staff, and this allowed them to pay tribute to the skill of the cook. Edith, busy talking with her neighbors, hardly touched the dishes. I was happy for her, at least someone enjoys socializing over dinner. I hoped to regain my composure in the salon, where the orchestra was playing quietly, but my dreams did not come true. By order of the head waiter, all the waiters followed the guests. They scurried between the amusing travelers and served drinks. - Claire, should I get some water? “You look too pale,” Edith was worried, noticing my condition. “Perhaps,” she agreed with her. “Waiter,” the friend waved her hand, calling the nearest one. It turned out to be Emiri Brossard. - What do you want? Guilt? - He, as befits a good servant, did not look at us, lowering his eyes, but this did not make it any easier. “Bring my friend some water,” Edith ordered. The man glanced briefly at Edith, and there was lively interest in it. Chapter 4 “Perhaps it’s better for me to go out on deck to get some air,” she said as soon as the former mentor left. “Now I’ll grab the cape,” Edith supported. I headed towards the door, and my friend was stopped by one of the young men sitting next to her. She would try to get rid of it as quickly as possible, but I was eager for a breath of fresh air. There really is a cool breeze on the open deck. I rubbed my open shoulders with my palms, shivering chillily, but this allowed me to clear my thoughts at least a little. - Have you already been told today how amazing you look? - the familiar mockery in simple words meant to denote a compliment sounded too familiar. - Why are you here? - I turned sharply to face my former mentor, “It’s not because of me,” I stared inquisitively into his seemingly black eyes in the late evening darkness, “What kind of interest brought you to the ship?” It's just a coincidence that the two of us are in this narrow space, but who do you really care about? Consul? Do you keep an eye on him among the staff? “Tristan was right,” chuckled Master Brossard, “Your mind is able to compare facts and draw the right conclusions.” - Is the Consul in danger? - I decided to ignore the assessment of my abilities. - No. The king’s order is to accompany him to his homeland,” he answered calmly, “Members of the diplomatic group are officially looking after him, I am watching everything, lost among the servants.” This means that Master Brossard was here by order of the king. That's right. He would never be near me. Why would he date his former intern? Moreover, she recently became a married mistress. The man’s previous lifestyle suggested an obvious answer, but I knew for sure that he didn’t need me. “This unexpectedly turned out to be convenient,” meanwhile, Master Brossard continued to speak, “nobody takes stewards and waiters seriously; they have frank conversations in front of them, without hesitation in expressions.” Their faces are not remembered. We simply don't exist for anyone. They remember the service if help is needed, but that’s all. - I noticed you. The evening wind ruffled the unruly curls, and I could hardly restrain the desire to touch them. “You’re special,” it was said in a strange tone, as if he had put a completely different meaning into the words, but he didn’t have time to unravel it. - Claire! Aren't you cold? - Edith's alarmed voice was heard, - Oh, thank you! - she drew attention to the tray in the hands of Master Brossard, - you found my friend and brought her water. Claire, how are you? “Everything is fine now,” she assured her. - Sure? - She threw a cardigan over my shoulders. - Full. Fresh air, a glass of water and a conversation with the waiter did me good. You didn't say your name. I should know how to contact him! “Emiri,” he introduced himself. - Wonderful! - Edith perked up, - We recently met Gilles, now we will not only turn to him with requests for help. “Always at your service, mistress,” he bowed briefly, turned around and left, carrying a tray with an empty glass in his hands. “He’s a handsome man,” Edith said with a thoughtful look, “he attracts attention even in a waiter’s uniform.” “I didn’t pay attention,” I tried to answer as indifferently as possible. The evening air was chilly, forcing you to wrap yourself tighter in your cape. This didn't help much. I was shaking and shaking with small chills. “Emiri...” Edith said thoughtfully, “a rare name, memorable.” The friend leaned her elbows on the wooden railing and thoughtfully examined the night sea, noisily splashing somewhere below. The ship was moving at full speed, obeying the wind and the helm. “I think that was the name of your mentor,” she turned to me and looked inquisitively, “Emiri Brossard.” Right? “You’re right,” she responded, deciding for herself whether it was possible to initiate her friend into the affairs of a fortuneteller? - Strange coincidence. Don't you think so? - she didn’t back down. “This is not a coincidence,” she wrapped herself in a cardigan more decisively, “The waiter and my former mentor are the same person.” Master Emery Brossard. Edith looked at me for a long time and carefully. “So that’s why you were so excited during dinner when you saw him,” my friend said understandingly. - I didn't expect to see him here. He signed the documents confirming the end of his internship, and now we are not connected in any way,” I tried to convey the information as dryly as possible. But it seems I didn't succeed. My words only further fueled the interest of the curious sorceress. “As far as I remember, your mentor was influential at court. Then why are we watching him act as a waiter? - an inquisitive mind is characteristic of all graduates of the School of Witchcraft, Healing and Divination. - I can only guess about this. I’m sure Master Brossard ended up here for a reason,” she tried to avoid answering. The sorcerer did not ask to keep his secret, but his very position on the ship, when he works incognito, does not say that I should not talk about King Robert’s order? The former mentor trusted me, knowing that I would not let him down. - Tell me, isn’t that why you lost your cheerfulness after parting with your mentor? - the all-understanding friend narrowed her eyes. “I became a married and respectable mistress,” she smiled broadly in response, “The pranks and flirtatious conversations with fans are left behind.” “Oh, I’m not happy about such prospects in marriage,” Edith was cheerfully horrified, “If marriage means becoming boring, then I’d rather live my life alone.” “And you will break the hearts of men with your inaccessibility,” I laughed. - That's it! Let them prove that marriage with them is a worthy replacement for the freedom of the sorceress! She grabbed my arm and led me back to the salon. The cold wind ruffled clothes, leaving hairstyles preserved by magic alone. We fully appreciated the advice of the experienced Gilles.

Sea cruises are always popular Mediterranean Sea among the inhabitants of Europe, and the population of continental America is not indifferent to them. Agree, it would be very strange if Russian lovers of cruise tourism avoided this destination. So let's talk about which Mediterranean cruises for 2020 deserve special attention and are relevant for residents of the Russian Federation, what are the prices, and also what is the schedule of the most popular routes offered by leading travel companies.

Region information

People planning to go on a sea voyage to the Mediterranean countries inevitably encounter a huge number of varied offers. There are about three and a half thousand of them on the Via Maris website alone. Is it a joke to get acquainted with each of them and choose the most attractive one for yourself? However, the client does not need to independently study the features of each tour. All that is required of him is to approximately know the basic parameters of the trip he is interested in (departure city, duration of the tour, approximate departure date, etc.), our employees will readily inform you about everything else.

To go on all-inclusive Mediterranean cruises in 2020, you just need to make a call from Russia using a toll-free number. We will inform you about the most current routes that suit your preferences, tell you about discounts on tickets, and also provide professional assistance in selecting an individual package of services. But let's not go off topic. Let’s take a closer look at the key features of ship cruises in the Mediterranean.

As we have already said, it is quite difficult to stop on any specific route on your own. It is also not easy to decide on the list of countries that should be visited during this exciting journey. Let's start with the fact that cruise tours can take place both in the Asian, European or African parts of the Mediterranean Sea, and in all of the listed directions combined. And now - a little fuel to the fire: tourist routes can run through twenty-one independent states, in which dozens of cities, regions and hundreds of various attractions are located. To see all this, you need to spend at least several months. But to comprehend the atmosphere of the most remarkable places of the Mediterranean, a few days are enough. The latest information for those who travel, rather “rarely, but accurately”, rather than long and impressively. For everyone else, let's continue.

Saturation of available routes

The Mediterranean Sea covers about two and a half million square kilometers. This means that the sea “odyssey” will allow you to fully enjoy the beauty of the water surface, surrounded by several continents at once. Partly due to this unusual location, partly due to climatic conditions is the richness of tourist routes, which allow you to cruise the Mediterranean with benefits for the soul and body.

Seasonality of routes and weather conditions in main directions

We have already talked a little about the location, now regarding the climate: due to its characteristics, sea cruises to these places are equally popular in winter, summer and off-season. But the goals of tourist routes in different time years can vary dramatically. For example, spring and summer are the seasons when it is advisable to cruise by sea. In winter, in some Mediterranean countries the weather deteriorates: sometimes it rains, and in rare cases it even snows. However, the winter months are good for exploring local attractions without queues, unnecessary noise and rush. Special routes are typical for this time of year. They can be recommended to those who are annoyed by noisy crowds of tourists from all over the world, who like to leisurely stroll around interesting places, taking photos near local attractions and visiting cozy cafes or restaurants.

The softest climatic conditions celebrated in the very center of the Mediterranean - on island state called Malta. These places are even in winter period you can visit without fear that bad weather or cold will take the tourist excursion by surprise.

A little about shore excursions

One of the main attractions that Mediterranean cruises are famous for is the ability to participate in shore excursions without interruption. For residents of Russian latitudes, this is a real find. These countries captivate travelers with the unprecedented beauty of nature, and local attractions immerse them in the wondrous world of their rich history. Every city here is a living architectural monument, and every local square is a place where history was made.

As you can see, a cruise on a ship in the Mediterranean Sea is not only an opportunity to enjoy the beauty of the sea. This is a unique chance to learn a lot of new things, expand your knowledge about the history of ancient and modern states, and also capture yourself against the backdrop of famous sights that the vast majority of the inhabitants of planet Earth can only see in a picture or on a TV screen.

As for the duration of parking in a particular city: it directly depends on the parameters of the tourist offer. Given the huge variety of tourist routes, layover times may vary significantly and should be known in advance, for example, at the moment when you are just planning to buy a Mediterranean cruise 2020.

The variety of routes is a rather vague concept, if not illusory. Therefore, let's talk about the main directions that, in addition to the beauty of nature, allow you to see the sights largest cities and get to know the features of the surrounding area.

Popular destinations and favorite tourist routes

So, the first city that comes to mind for a traveler planning to take a sea cruise from Moscow is Rome - the legendary harbor of ships, located in the very center of Italy. A tourist route calling at the port of Civitavecchie will allow you to get acquainted with local attractions in detail, visit the archaeological complex with the ruins of a real ancient city, and immerse yourself in the atmosphere of bygone eras. Cruise tour along the Mediterranean Sea with a stop in Rome is recommended for those who are not indifferent to the Renaissance, and for whom historical values are more than empty words.

A cruise from Barcelona along the Mediterranean Sea with sightseeing of local attractions deserves special attention. After all, Barcelona, currently the capital of Catalonia, is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful European cities. This is largely due to the rich architectural heritage that came to life during the Middle Ages and the rapid development of European culture. The architectural appearance of the city organically combines the most popular styles, allowing you to endlessly enjoy the creations of ancient masters. And if you are interested in how much a cruise on a ship in the Mediterranean Sea costs from departure or intermediate point route, located in Barcelona, representatives travel agency Via Maris will be happy to help you understand this issue.

Also, any yacht cruise in the Mediterranean Sea, which took place without visiting Palma de Mallorca, can be considered a waste of time. The same can be said for cruises, which are operated by spacious ocean liners. It's about about unusually beautiful ancient city, which is located on the shore of the largest bay. Tourists are welcome here unique beaches, amazing architecture and monuments of past eras that have survived to this day.

Before you go on an exciting tour, you need to solve one more, perhaps the most important issue. Namely: what is the price, or how much will you have to pay for traveling on a ship in the Mediterranean? The answer to this depends on several factors: the chosen season, the destination, and the duration of the sea cruise. You can obtain detailed information regarding the cost of Mediterranean tours from our catalog. In addition to this, representatives of the Via Maris agency will readily answer any questions you may have.

Advantages of a holiday on a sea cruise

One sea voyage allows you to combine several trips to different cities and countries, while the cost of sea cruises includes not only accommodation in a cabin, but also all-inclusive or ultra-all-inclusive meals, as well as use of the entire ship infrastructure and entertainment programs.
Vacation on a sea cruise provides a huge choice sea routes, including travel to such exotic places planets that are almost impossible to reach by land. In particular, on our company’s website you can buy a sea cruise to Antarctica or the Galapagos Islands and see with your own eyes what a limited number of people see!
Only on a cruise can each family member do exactly what he wants - read a book, sunbathe by the pool, listen to live music, play sports, go on attractions, relax in the spa or watch evening performances, films and at the same time be always together. Sea cruises on the liners they provide a unique opportunity to relax with the whole family or a group of friends and always have their own space.
The cruise industry has reached unprecedented heights in terms of tourist comfort. A modern cruise ship is a 5* floating hotel that has literally everything. Even cheap sea cruises offer impressively and comfortably decorated cabins with all the amenities of a 5* hotel. All modern ships have cabins of different categories, for example, cabins with a window and a balcony, luxury class, suites, and royal suites. The infrastructure of such a liner includes large areas for sports, swimming pools, luxurious spas with thermal rooms and salt caves, casinos, concert halls and children's clubs, numerous incredible attractions.
Majority cruise companies care about the convenience and leisure of not only adults, but also young travelers, arranging children's playrooms and clubs on board, offering many special entertainment programs and shows, children's menu, as well as the services of animators, teachers and nannies. A number of cruise companies offer promotional sea cruises: free for children under 18 years of age when sharing a cabin with two adults.
There is never a dull moment during a sea cruise. Sea cruise routes are very diverse and offer a lot of adventures and interesting excursions. Depending on the region of travel, tourists are invited to visit the most interesting cities, snorkel the best coral reefs globe, climb a glacier in Alaska, relax on beautiful Caribbean beaches, see the amazing cultural attractions of Southeast Asia.
Cruises mean meeting new people! Rest on cruise ship offers a lot of opportunities to meet new like-minded people and make friends with those who share your interests. The Cruise House company offers sea cruises from Russia and travel with Russian groups - in this case, the language barrier will not be an obstacle to communication! Pay attention also to thematic cruises - wine, dance, for card players - from first to last day During your travels you will be surrounded by fellow travelers with similar interests.
On a cruise, tourists are sure to learn something new. In addition to exciting excursion program Many cruise companies include in the price of sea cruises other educational activities, language, culinary, dance and computer classes, lectures about the culture, traditions, and history of the regions through which the cruise route passes. For especially inquisitive travelers, we recommend purchasing a luxury sea cruise or expedition cruises - these operators offer the widest possible choice of a wide variety of educational and entertainment activities.
Every day you can get to know a new city - as a rule, ships move from port to port at night, leaving the daytime completely at the disposal of tourists who do not have to worry about connecting flights or train schedules. The routes of even the cheapest sea cruises include only the most vibrant port cities in the region - the impressions of such a trip will remain in your memory for many years.
The versatility of a cruise holiday is its compliance with the needs of the most different groups travelers, from couples in love or newlyweds to retirees. Sea cruises from Russia are an excellent and inexpensive option for Russians who can save on air travel. The all-inclusive onboard entertainment and dining system allows you to save on food and entertainment.

Cruise House offers the widest selection of cruises around the world from 19 of the most popular global and Russian cruise companies. Our company has the most advanced cruise booking system on the Russian market, which is directly integrated with the databases of a number of cruise companies and allows you to independently select, book and pay for a cruise or a full-fledged cruise package online in real time.

A sea cruise is really best view holiday for the modern traveler!