"Brooks, Terry - Heritage 01 - The Scions of Shannara" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brooks Terry)er's help in fleeing the Seekers. It was another to join the Move-
ment. The matter needed a great deal more thought. "I think we had better decline for now," he said evenly. "That is, if we're being given a choice.'' "Of course you are being given a choice!" The stranger seemed offended. "Then we have to say no. But we thank you for the offer and especially for your help back there." The stranger studied him a moment, solemn again. "You are quite welcome, believe me. I wish only the best for you. Par Ohmsford. Here, take this." He removed from one hand a ring that was cast in silver and bore the insigne of a hawk. "My friends know me by this. If you need a favorЧor if you change your mindЧtake this to Kiltan Forge at Reaver's End at the north edge of the city and ask for the Archer. Can you remember that?" Par hesitated, then took the ring, nodding. "Butwhy. . . ?" "Because there is much between us, lad," the other said softly, anticipating his question. One hand reached out to rest on his shoulder. The eyes took in cole as well. "There is I be there for you if I can. More, it requires that we stand together against what is threatening this land. Remember that, too. One day, we will do so, I thinkЧif we all manage to stay alive until then." He grinned at the brothers and they stared back silently. The stranger's hand dropped away. "Time to go now. Quickly, too. The street runs east to the river. You can go where you wish from there. But watch yourselves. Keep your backs well guarded. This matter isn't finished." ' 'I know,'' Par said and extended his hand. ' 'Are you certain you will not tell us your name?" The stranger hesitated. "Another day," he said. He gripped Par's hand tightly, then cole's, then whistled his companions to him. He waved once, then melted into the shad- ows and was gone. Par stared down momentarily at the ring, then glanced The Scions of Shannara 19 |
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