"Brooks - Heritage 4 - The Talismans of Shannara" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brooks Terry)

thinking now, a habit that brought reassurance to his troubled
mind. The power was theirs, brought from the ether into sub-
stance, given shape and form, lent purpose. It was the gift of
the Shadowen, and it belonged to them alone.
Druids and others notwithstanding.
He tried a faint smile, but his mouth refused to put up with
it and it disappeared in the tight line of his lips. His gloved left
hand squirmed within the clasp of the bare fingers of his right.
Power for power, strength for strength. On his breast, the silver
wolf's-head insignia glittered.

Thrum, thrum, came the sound of the magic working down
below.

Rimmer Dall turned back into the grayness of the roomЧa
room that until recently had held Coil Ohmsford prisoner. Now
the Valeman was goneЧescaped, he believed; but let go in fact
and made prisoner another way. Gone to find his brother. Par.
The one with the real magic.
The one who would be his.

The First Seeker moved away from the window and seated
himself at the bare wooden table, the weight of his big frame
causing the spindly chair to creak. His hands folded on the ta-
ble before him and his craggy face lowered.

All the Ohmsfords were back in the Pour Lands, all the sci-
ons of Shannara, returned from their quests. Walker Boh had
come back from Eldwist despite Pe Ell, the Black Elfstone re-
gained, its magic fathomed, Paranor brought back into the
world of men, and Walker himself become the first of the new
Druids. Wren Elessedil had come back from Morrowindl with
Arborlon and the Elves, the magic of the Elfstones discovered

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anew, her own identity and heritage revealed. Two out of three
of Allanon's charges fulfilled. Two out of three steps taken.

Par's was to be the last, of course. Find the Sword of
Shannara. Find the Sword and it will reveal the truth.

Games played by old men and shades, Rimmer Dall mused.
Charges and quests, searches for truth. Well, he knew the truth
better than they, and the truth was that none of this mattered
because in the end the magic was all and the magic belonged
to the Shadowen.

It grated on him that despite his efforts to prevent it, both
the Elves and Paranor were back. Those he had sent to keep