"Claremont, Chris & Lucas, George - Chronicles of the Shadow War 02 - Shadow Dawn - part02" - читать интересную книгу автора (Claremont Chris)

the grief they gave races other than themselves, brownies always con-
sidered themselves creatures of honor and decency. To torment their
fellows was a joy and a delight. Murder was an abomination.
Here was murder.
The figures that wandered before them all bore the signature
marks of the wounds that took their lives. Great slashes across the
body, tom limbs, crushed bones, burned flesh, they formed a presen-
tation of outright horror. Nor was this barbarity confined to the
Daikini inhabitants of the village. Among the gathering, Elora made
out denizens of Lesser Faery who'd also made this place their home.
They had been slaughtered with no less savagery than the Daikini.
'They're coming closer, Elora," Rool said. 'They should not be
here, we shouldn't be here."
'Bastian," she called softly to the eagle, "can you fly?"
'Far enough."
'Take Rool, get out of here."
'Forgive me, Elora Danan, but I cannot carry you away."
'I'm not asking for me. just take Rool."
"The devil you say, girl," the brownie protested. "I'm goin'
nowhere without you."
"Nor I," echoed the eagle.
"They keep looking at me," she said. "Why do they keep looking at
me?"
"You're the beacon," Bastian told her.
"They're lost," Rool echoed. "Cut loose from their earthly lives, un-
able to claim the peace of whatever lies beyond."
"There must be a way to release them."
"Don't turn to me, girl. Dead is dead, a fate to be devoutly avoided
for as long as possible, that's the brownie way. We have no truck with
necromancers, not those who speak to the dead, nor those who wield
power over 'em."
"I'm sorry to hear that, my friend," she said, "because I think I'm
about to try both."
'What?" Rool squawked incredulously.
She didn't mean that quite the way it sounded. She knew nothing
of the spells required to perform either feat, and had no interest in
leaming. It was their wounds that sparked an inspiration in her. The
ghosts were in pain, that much was clear. As she had found a way to
heal the Daikini's wounds, she had the hope now of trying the same
with them.
, 'Once, Rool, this was a place of peace and joy," she told him as she