"Dragonlance Tales - Volume 1 - The Magic of Krynn" - читать интересную книгу автора (DragonLance)

that drives away knowing and knowledge,
and the words of the Old Man
translate the country behind him
but the country before him
is rumors of water,
is crystal arising
distorted by moonlight,
by thought and the absence of thought,
and water arises
like blue crystal before him.
THIS TIME THE DREAMING IS OVER, he thinks,
AND THIS TIME AND THIS TIME
but the water escapes him
bearing the moons
in its depths like memories,
like the speculations of gods,
until the water is standing before him
and down in the water he sees
himself looking upwards,
the knotted moons at his shoulders,
and kneeling to drink he drinks too long,
for out of the water his arms are rising,
terrible, cold as the wind,
and drawing him downward
to moons and to darkness
to peace past remembering,
peace that whispers
JOIN ME MY BROTHER MY DOUBLE
over his vanishing face,
and the words of the Wanderer
returning, drawing him upwards,
the air in the words
sustaining him after belief
falls to the floors
of the waters that never were,
for somewhere the Old Man is saying,
is saying BELIEF IS A FACET OF CRYSTAL
THAT TURNING, CATCHES THE LIGHT
AND BENDS IT TO SHAPES AND MIRAGES,
BENDS IT TO FOXFIRE
THAT LIES AT THE HEART OF THE CRYSTAL,
WHERE NOTHING LIES BUT THE LIGHT
THAT IS DAMAGED AND BROKEN
BEYOND THOSE THINGS
YOU REMEMBER, MY SON, YOU REMEMBER,
and Riverwind, doused and redeemed
by the words, by the saving air,
is saying, OLD MAN, I HAVE PASSED THIS, TOO,
I AM LEARNING THIS MAPLESS COUNTRY.