"Brooks, Terry - Heritage 01 - The Scions of Shannara" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brooks Terry)

plucking his brows, wearing his hair long to hide his ears, shad-
ing his face with darkener. He didn't have much choice. It wasn't
wise to draw attention to one's Elven lineage these days.

"She has her gown nicely in place tonight, doesn't she?"
cole said, glancing off down the alleyway to the city beyond.
"Black velvet and sparkles, not a thread left hanging. Clever
girl, this city. Even the sky is her friend."

Par smiled. My brother, the poet. The sky was clear and filled
with the brightness of a tiny crescent moon and stars. "You
might come to like her if you gave her half a chance."

"Me?" cole snorted. "Not likely. I'm here because you're
here. I wouldn't stay another minute if I didn't have to."

' 'You could go if you wanted.''

cole bristled. "Let's not start again. Par. We've been all
through that. You were the one who thought we ought to come
north to the cities. I didn't like the idea then, and I don't like it
any better now. But that doesn't change the fact that we agreed
to do this together, you and me. A fine brother I'd be if I left
you here and went back to the Vale now! In any case, I don't
think you could manage without me."

"All right, all right, I was just..." Par tried to interrupt.

"Attempting to have a little fan at my expense!" cole fin-
ished heatedly. "You have done that on more than one occasion
of late. You seem to take some delight in it."

"That is not so."

cole ignored him, gazing off into the dark.

' 'I would never pick on anyone with duck feet.''

cole grinned in spite of himself. "Fine talk from a little fel-
low with pointed ears. You should be grateful I choose to stay
and look after you!''

Par shoved him playfully, and they both laughed. Then they
went quiet, staring at each other in the dark, listening to the
sounds of the ale house and the streets beyond. Par sighed. It
was a warm, lazy midsummer night that made the cool, sharp
days of the past few weeks seem a distant memory. It was the
kind of night when troubles scatter and dreams come out to play.

"There are rumors of Seekers in the city," cole informed