"Brooks - Heritage 2 -The Druid of Shannara" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brooks Terry)encounter. Remember? he chided himself. Remember how con-
fident you were? He convulsed as the poison burned into him. Well and good. But where was his confidence now? He forced himself to his knees and bent down over the open- ing in the cavern floor where his hand was pinned to the stone. He could just make out the remains of the Asphinx, the snake's The Druid of Shannam 9 stone body coiled about his own stone arm, the two of them forever joined, fastened to the rock of the mountain. He tight- ened his mouth and pulled up the sleeve of his cloak. His arm was hard and unyielding, gray to the elbow, and streaks of gray worked their way upward toward his shoulder. The process was slow, but steady. His entire body was turning to stone. Not that it mattered if it did, he thought, because he would starve to death long before that happened. Or die of thirst. Or of the poison. He let the sleeve fall back into place, covering the horror of brought with him had been consumed almost immediately, and he'd drunk the last of his water two days ago. His strength was failing rapidly now. He was feverish most of the time, his lucid periods growing shorter. He had struggled against what was happening at first, trying to use his magic to banish the poison from his body, to restore his hand and arm to flesh and blood. But his magic had failed him completely. He had worked at freeing his arm from the stone flooring, thinking that it might be pried loose in some way. But he was held fast, a condemned man with no hope of release. Eventually his exhaustion had forced him to sleep, and as the days passed he had slept more often, slipping further and further away from wanting to come awake. Now, as he knelt in a huddle of darkness and pain, salvaged momentarily from the wreckage of his dying by the voice of the Grimpond, he realized with terrifying certainty that if he went to sleep again it would be for good. He breathed in and out rapidly, choking back his fear. He must not let that happen. He must not give up. He forced himself to think. As long as he could think, he reasoned, he would not fall asleep. He retraced in his mind his conversation with the Grimpond, hearing again the spirit's |
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