"doyle, deborah - mcdonald, james d - circle of magic 04 - danger in the palace" - читать интересную книгу автора (Doyle Debra)Occitanian, thus exhausting his entire stock of the
language. The well-dressed stranger gestured at Randal to rise and said something in a clear, pleasant voice. Randal looked around to Lys for a translation. The Occitanian girl swung down from the rim of the fountain onto the pavement. Randal saw that her eyes were dancing. "Come on, Randy," she said. "We're going with this gentleman. He wants us to play at the palace." "The palace?" Randal said in amazement as they fell in behind the stranger. "I knew we were good, but I didn't think we were that good" "Here in Occitania," said Lys, "every city is its own country-and the lords of the city-states are rich and powerful. Just take what you can and smile. At the very least we can expect a good meal, and maybe even new clothes, when we play for His Grace" Randal nodded, still uncertain whether the sum mons was for good or ill. Lys, though, seemed to have no doubts at all; she was smiling as they followed the stranger away from the marketplace. The red-headed man led them through the town and uphill along wide streets, through ranks of tall stone houses. At the building-actually a collection of buildings joined together by walls and set in the midst of green lawns and sweet-smelling gardens. Randal and Lys followed their guide onward through a maze of corridors, cloisters, enclosed gardens, and winding stairways. Everywhere they looked, they saw luxury. Frescoes covered the walls and the ceiling; dark and light woods made patterns on the polished floor underfoot; and bronze and marble statues filled the corners along the way. This has to be the palace, thought Randal, feeling shabby and insignificant in his mud-stained robe. No one but a prince would live in such magnificence. At last the three of them came to a small room where another man waited. The two strangers spoke together, and then the red-headed man said something to Randal. "He wants you to go with him;" Lys translated. "I'm supposed to stay here" "Do I have any choice?" Randal asked. "No;" said Lys. "He's the Prince's messenger you'd better go with him:" Randal followed the red-headed man down another |
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