"Anthony, Piers - Adept - 03 - Juxtaposition" - читать интересную книгу автора (Anthony Piers)

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Clef had never been to the frame of Phaze. He stared at
the lush tufts of grass, the tremendous oaks and pines, and
the unicorn awaiting them, as if he were seeing something
strange.

"This is Neysa," Stile informed him, perceived in the
dream as a different person. The unicorn was black, with
white socks on the rear feet, and was as small for her
species as Stile was for his. Clef towered over them both,
and felt awkward. "She wfll carry thee to the Platinum
Demesnes."

What affectation was this? Stile had spoken normally
until this moment. "I don't even know how to ridel" Clef
protested. "And that's a mythical creaturel" He eyed the
long spiraled hom, wishing he could touch it to verify that
it was only tacked on to the horse. He had been told that
this was a land of magic, but he found that hard to credit.

"Well, I could conjure thee there, butЧ"

"Absolutely noti Magic isЧincredible. Wherever I have
to go. Ill walk."

Stile shrugged. "That is thy business. But I must insist
that Neysa accompany thee. Until thou dost reach the
protection of the Little Folk, this region is not safe foi
thee."

"Why are you suddenly talking archaically?" Clef de-
manded.

"This is the tongue of this frame," Stile explained.
"Now must I conjure clothing for thee."

"Clothingi" Clef exclaimed, daunted. "I am a serf, like
you, forbidden toЧI can notЧ"

Stile had recovered a package of clothing from a hiding
place and was putting it on. "Here in Phaze, thou art a
man. Trust me; clothe thyself." He paused, then said in a
singsong voice: "An ye can, clothe this man."

Suddenly Clef was clothed like a Citizen of Proton, with

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silken trousers, shirt, jacket of light leather, and even