"Kerr, Katharine - Deverry 04 - Dragonspell" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragon Stories)

Sobbing and gasping for breath, Bryc flopped onto his stomach and hid his face in folded arms. Cullyn realized that the ladТs arms and face were nicked and bleeding, as if a hundred cats had been clawing at him. While Tevylla stepped back in horror, Rhodda giggled and snickered until Nevyn glared her into silence.
СNever ever do that again,Т the old man said.
СBut he had a knife. He was nasty, Gran.Т
СI know. I saw it all from the window. You waited until he was helpless, and thatТs dishonourable. Well, didnТt you?Т
The child hung her head in shame.
СWhat a sweet little poppet you have in your charge, Mistress Tevylla,Т Nevyn said. СSheТs RhodryТs daughter, sure enough.Т
СSheТs a handful at times, truly, but here, good sir, you canТt be saying that she did all that.Т Tevylla pointed with one clog at the bleeding man on the ground.
СYouТll have to take it on faith that she did, and you too, captain. Come here, Rhodda. IТm going to talk to you, and then weТre all going to go see your grandmother. Cullyn, drag that young dog along to the great hall.Т
When Nevyn left, Tevylla started after, but the old man irritably waved her away. Trembling a little, as if the shock had finally just caught up to her, she lingered to watch while Cullyn knelt down, grabbing Bryc by the shoulders and flopping him over like a caught fish. In his pain the lad cried out and stared up at the captain in bewilderment. Something was wrong with BrycТs eyes, or so Cullyn thought of it. HeТd never seen any man look so bewildered, so utterly lost and confused, as if his very eyes themselves had clouded over until he stared without truly seeing a thing.
СHere, lad, have you gone blind?Т
СNot at all, but captain, where am I? My wrist!Т Whimpering from the effort, he held up his broken hand and stared at the blood running. СDid I fall? Did the dogs do this to me? What is this?Т His voice rose to an utterly sincere hysterical wail. Tell me, for the love of the gods! What am I doing here like this?Т
Cullyn grabbed him again, but this time to steady him.
СHold your tongue, lad. IТll explain in a bit. Can you stand? WeТve got to go see old Nevyn about this.Т
СThe herbman? Oh, truly.Т His voice was a bare whisper. СIt was like being asleep, then waking.Т
СIndeed? Well, come along. YouТre safe now.Т
Even though heТd spoken without thinking, Cullyn suddenly went cold, knowing that heТd told the truth, that Bryc had been in as much danger as the child. Tevylla caught her breath in a gasp.
СHow do you fare, lass?Т Cullyn said.
СWell enough, captain. 1 just remembered somewhat.Т
СAnd it was?Т
СI wonТt tell anyone but Nevyn, but I think me IТd best tell him straightaway.Т
Since as regent it was one of LovyanТs duties to administer the laws of the gwerbretrhyn, Nevyn had her convene their private hearing in the chamber of justice, yet they were a scruffy little crew among the splendours. On the wall hung the dragon banners of Aberwyn and the golden sword of justice; the massive oak table and the high-backed gwerbretal chair stood on a floor made of slate tiles, inlaid in a key pattern, but Lovyan perched on the edge of the chair with Rhodda in her lap while Nevyn had Bryc sit on the table itself so that he could bind the ladТs wrist as everyone gave their testimony. To LovyanТs right Tevylla sat on a low bench with Cullyn hovering behind her. Once the testimony was over, the tieryn gave her granddaughter a little squeeze.
СOh ye gods,Т Lovyan said. СIt seems obvious this lad tried to kill our Rhodda, and yet somewhat makes me doubt his guilt.Т
СQuite so, Your Grace,Т Nevyn said. To be precise, his body was being used for the attempt, but his soul and mind are blameless. Now Tewa, whatТs this urgent story you have to tell?Т
СThis morning when I woke, my lord, I had what I thought was a strange dream. Have you ever had one of those dreams where you think youТre wide awake? Our chamber, RhoddaТs cot, the hearth - it all looked exactly right, and dawn was coming in the window, but when I tried to move, I couldnТt, and I realized that I was still asleep.Т
СDreams of that sort do happen.Т Nevyn finished binding the ladТs wrist and turned to look at her. СWhat came after?Т
СI dreamt there was a witch in the chamber with me. My Mam used to say that a witch could draw out your soul and put it into a little jar. I laughed, then, but this morning, I felt just that, like someone was trying to steal my soul.Т
Nevyn felt that weary sort of annoyance that comes from seeing your worst fear confirmed.
СHow did you fight this witch off?Т
СI donТt know.Т She looked profoundly embarrassed. СI couldnТt move to give the sign of warding, and I couldnТt even really see where the witch was. I just knew that she was there with me. So, I... well, I just sort of pushed back. I called on the Goddess to protect me, and pushed the witch away. Does that make any sense, my lord?Т
СIt does to me, Mistress Tevva. Just one thing, though. That witch was more likely to be a man than a woman. You see, our enemies were trying to do to you what they eventually did to Bryc. They can take over a personТs body for a little while, if heТs weak enough, and use it like their own.Т
Bryc moaned, tears starting in his eyes.
СYour Grace,Т he said to the tieryn. СI never would have. Never would I have hurt the lass. Please believe me.Т
Lovyan flicked Nevyn a questioning glance.
СI believe him, Your Grace. Now that I know what theyТre doing, I can put a stop to it, too. If I may make suggestions, Your Grace?Т
СOf course.Т
СTwo things. Bryc needs to be sent away - not out of blame, mind, but for his sake.Т He turned to the heart-sick boy. СTheyТve made a link with you now, lad, and they might try to use it again. If theyТre successful, this time theyТll kill you. Do you understand? TheyТll use you, then toss you aside.Т
His face pale, Bryc nodded a slow agreement.
СThe other thing is, the captain should be the childТs bodyguard from now on. Whenever you go outside, Mistress Tevva, you take him along with you. I canТt imagine anyone taking over CullynТs mind.Т
СNo more can I,Т Cullyn said. СI agree with Nevyn, Your Grace. Since they canТt work their stinking trickery anymore, they might send someone in here with a sword.Т
СDone, then.Т Lovyan gave them each a firm nod. СAnd as for you, Rhodda, you obey the captainТs orders from now on.Т
СI will, Granna.Т
Everyone smiled, doting on the pretty little lass because she was such a welcome relief from the dark things around them. Only Nevyn knew that the child was touched by strange magicks, that thanks to the elven blood sheТd inherited from her father, not only could she see the Wildfolk, she also could command them. Poor BrycТs scratched and bruised face made it clear that she had a good streak of elven vengefulness, too. Even with all his other worries and burdens weighing him down, Nevyn knew that heТd have to scrape out a little time for her.
That night, his worries pressed heavily upon him. Just after sunset he went up to his high chamber and threw open the shutters to let in the brisk autumn air. The evening was so brilliantly clear that he could see far beyond the town down to the harbour, where the ghostly white wave-foam mirrored the stars just coming out in the velvet dark sky. Distantly he heard the booming of the bronze bell at ManannanТs temple, announcing that the gwerbretТs men were raising the iron chain to close the harbour for the night. In town, a few dogs barked in answer, and the dark was pricked or slashed here and there by a lantern bobbing down a street or a crack of light from a window. At the sight of the stars and the rising moon some of his weariness ebbed away, and he stood there for some minutes, leaning on the sill and thinking of very little, until a soft knock at his chamber door roused him. With a muttered apology, Elaeno slipped in, shutting the door softly behind him. It always amazed Nevyn that the enormous Bardekian moved as gracefully and quietly as a cat.
СI was just taking a look at our prisoner,Т Elaeno said. СHe seems much better today. It looks like heТs mending cursed fast. That fever he had should have killed an ordinary man . . . well, not that IТm any sort of a chirurgeon.Т
СOh, I agree with your diagnosis well enough. Did you look at his aura?Т
СI did, and it seems a good bit stronger. I canТt get over that peculiar colour, a mucky sort of green it is, with those odd purplish stripes and specks.Т
СIТve never seen one like it before, truly. Well, letТs go down and have a look at him. If heТs well enough, weТll try a working. Let me just put together the herbs and things I need.Т
The prisoner in question was housed in a small chamber in one of the half-towers that clustered round the main broch. Outside his door stood an armed guard, because Lord Perryn of Alobry had been until his recent capture one of the worst horse-thieves in the kingdom, an offence punishable by a public hanging after a public flogging. He had committed another, more serious crime as well, but Nevyn was keeping that a secret for several good reasons. The summer before, Perryn had abducted and raped Cullyn of CerrmorТs only daughter, Jill, but heТd done it by a muddled dweomer in circumstances so unusual that Nevyn had no idea of whether or not he were a criminal or a victim of some peculiar spell. Although the matter would require more study before he reached his conclusions, if Cullyn found out, Perryn wouldnТt live long enough to be studied. As it was, heТd nearly died already from a consumption of the lungs brought on by his misuse of his instinctive magical powers.
That evening, though, he did seem much recovered, a peculiarity in itself. As Elaeno had said, that consumption was severe enough to have killed an ordinary human being. Nevyn was beginning to suspect that Perryn was far from ordinary, and, in fact, perhaps not truly human at all. On the tall side, Perryn was a skinny, nondescript sort of young man, with dull red hair and blue eyes, a flattish nose, and an overly generous mouth. At the moment he was also deathly pale, his eyes still rheumy as he sat up in bed and coughed into an old rag. When the two dweomermen came in, he looked up, whimpered under his breath, and shrank back against the heap of pillows behind him.
СStill coughing up blood?Т Nevyn said.