"Bowes-ShadowAndGunman" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bowes Richard)BY MAIN MIGHT
Dr. X tugged at me but I wouldn't move. "Let me work with Key. . . ." Something crackled like ice breaking. Dr. X choked. My grandmother and I answered: OVER NIGHTMARE'S DARK BRIDGE Tay never raised her voice: BY ALL RIGHT Our final response was: I WILL COME TO YOU A silence followed. Dr. X tried to speak and couldn't. My grandmother could. "My son is a police officer," she said. "Get out of this house, or I'll have you arrested." Tay stared stony faced. It took a long moment, but Dr. X finally let go of me and backed out the door. He made certain signs with his fingers like he was warding off evil spirits. "Who was that?" my grandmother asked as the door closed. Then she felt tired and went upstairs to rest. The last few days and the weeks before that and the Tay led me out to the kitchen, fed me bread and butter, hot soup and cocoa. She sat with me and said, "The things that man said can't be so. But even if they are, I love you." I couldn't reply. "With your mother too, I called it Faileas. It was too much for her, poor pet." "Faileas?" I got out the words with difficulty, my throat was so tight. "A Shadow. Such as you have. Sometimes you should pay a little attention to what old women say. Not always, mind you. At my age, words whiz about in the head like bees." I looked at her, wanting more, and she asked, "Remember the story I used to tell about Prince Caoimin? How at his birth all the small folk, the fairies good and bad, stood over his crib and hurled wishes at him? One side wished him happy days, the other grievous nights, one side great wealth, the other bitter poverty, one the hand of the princess, the other lonely death. "Now, I know you feel too grown up for such things. But think how it could be that there were just too many wishes for one tiny baby to handle. Maybe in their trying to win the wishing they put too great a burden on one small head." |
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