"Debra Doyle & James MacDonald - Mageworlds 03 - By Honor Betray'd" - читать интересную книгу автора (Doyle Debra) тАЬI know too much for you to kill me,тАЭ said Ransome, as if he had read the unspoken thought-as
perhaps he had. He was the Adept Master, and powerful enough that not even manacles wrought for that purpose could render him entirely harmless. тАЬWhat you want, Magelord, youтАЩll have to gain through your own strength. ThereтАЩs no Circle standing behind you here.тАЭ тАЬNo,тАЭ agreed sus-Airaalin. The Mages of his Circle had given themselves into his control and his protection; he would not repay their faith by using them so. He unclipped the silver-and-ebony rod that hung from his belt and, stooping, laid it on the dull metal floor. тАЬNor will I forget myself and make this into a contest for lordship.тАЭ тАЬYou spoke differently at Prime Base.тАЭ тАЬI offered you challenge then according to our way,тАЭ sus-Airaalin told him. тАЬAnd you refused. There is never a second challenge. That, also, is according to our way.тАЭ Irony flickered in the Adept MasterтАЩs dark eyes. тАЬAnd is this?тАЭ sus-Airaalin didnтАЩt answer. Instead he drew in all his strength-like a man preparing for some physical exertion, though no part of his body moved-and struck at the gates of Errec RansomeтАЩs mind. It was like battering his fists against the barred and metal-bound doors of some massive citadel-like trying to break down the portal of the great Retreat itself. Wall upon wall it rose above him, tower upon tower, secret upon secret. A cold wind tore the air about him, keening among the mountain crags. Black clouds spread out like ragged banners across the sky overhead. sus-Airaalin was alone. He longed to call upon the strength of his Circle, but he did not dare. He had laid his staff aside to keep that temptation from him. Whatever happens, I will not give over those who have trusted me into the hands of the enemy. He struck again at the ironwood gates. His knuckles split and bled with the force of the blow. He struck a third time, and the great gate splintered and fell open. sus-Airaalin stepped through the gap and entered into the citadel of the Breaker of Circles. sticks of broken furniture; dark halls leading nowhere except to doors locked strongly against further passage. One by one, sus-Airaalin smashed the doorways open, forcing his way into deserted chambers where nothing lived besides an echo of voices. Is this all there is? He fought against a surge of bitter, irrational anger. The Master of the Guild should have more to guard than dirt and rubble. He suppressed the thought and went on, searching always further down and inward. At last he came to a door that swung open easily when he put his hand against it. Inside, he found another barren space, this one empty except for the man who knelt there in meditation, with his back to a solid wooden door. The man lifted his head. sus-Airaalin realized that he was facing Errec Ransome, as the Master of the AdeptsтАЩ Guild might look if he lived another three decades or more. The sleek black hair was dulled with grey; the dark eyes were deep-set and shadowed in a worn and furrowed face. He followed sus-AiraalinтАЩs gaze past him to the locked door. тАЬYes,тАЭ he said. тАЬWhat you look for is there.тАЭ тАЬHow do you know?тАЭ The old man laughed. There was an edge of madness in the sound. тАЬHow could I not, my lord sus-Airaalin? You told me yourself with every lock and barrier you broke.тАЭ тАЬMaster Ransome,тАЭ sus-Airaalin said. тАЬOpen the door. Or I will break it and you together.тАЭ The old man looked at him. sus-Airaalin heard the ghost of laughter in his breath. тАЬVery well, my lord. It isnтАЩt locked. Open it yourself, if you want.тАЭ тАЬI will,тАЭ sus-Airaalin told the old man. He strode forward and swung open the door. There was nothing behind it but a blank wall of grey stone. Again sus-Airaalin heard the faint sound of Errec RansomeтАЩs voiceless laughter. тАЬYou have your answer,тАЭ Ransome said. тАЬWhat you look for, you will not find. This place will |
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