"Kerr, Katharine - Dragon Mage 02 - Black Raven" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragon Stories)

СIТm not surprised. HeТs not really human, you see.Т
СThatТs what my husband says!Т Marka turned to Ebany. СI donТt understand any of this!Т
СNo doubt.Т Evandar bowed to her. СBut I see this interests you. Perhaps we can discuss it?Т
Ebany merely glared at him, trembling on the edge of rage.
СThe Guardians,Т Evandar hissed. СDoes that name mean anything to you?Т
All at once Ebany laughed, relaxed, and began speaking to him in an incomprehensible language. For a moment Marka felt like screaming herself, but the stranger seemed to understand the words; he answered in the same tongue. When she started to ask them what it was, Ebany silenced her with a wave.
СIТm sorry, my love, and truly, IТm forgetting all my manners.Т Ebany laid a soft hand on her arm. СWe have a guest, a stranger in our camp!Т
СSo we do.Т She saw her chance for escape and took it. УWeТll all have a lovely breakfast. IТll go attend to it.Т
СNone for me!Т Evandar broke in. СI donТt exactly eat, you see.Т There seemed to be nothing to say to this announcement. Marka hurried away, calling to her daughters to come help with the meal.
Inside the tent Salamander offered his guest cushions, and they sat across from each other on a flat-woven carpet of green and blue. Kwinto, dark and graceful with his fatherТs long fingers and slight build, sat cross-legged on the floor cloth nearby. When Salamander glanced his way he found the boyТs face a tightly-controlled mask.
СDid I ever tell you about the Guardians?Т Salamander said.
Kwinto shook his head.
TheyТre a race of spirits, like the Elementals, but far far more advanced and more powerful than that. This fellow, sitting here? The man you see is just an illusion.Т
СA bit more than that, please,Т Evandar said. СI donТt know what I make myself out of, exactly, but it suffices.Т He picked up a silk scarf, flicked it, then tossed it to Kwinto. СIllusions donТt have hands that hold and touch.Т
Kwinto smiled briefly, then ducked his head to study the scarf as if perhaps he could read the secrets of the universe from the pale gold silk. Marka and the girls came in, set down plates of bread and fruit, cups, and a pitcher of water laced with wine. When they started out, Salamander called Marka back but let the girls run off.
СCome sit with me, my love,Т he said. СI think this news concerns you, too.Т
СWhereТs Zandro?Т Marka said. СI should go see -Т
Terrenz has him.Т Kwinto spoke up, his boyТs voice cracking. СThey went out the back when we came in.Т
СLeave him be, my love,Т Salamander said. СSit down.Т
When he shoved a cushion her way she sank onto it. For a long moment an awkward silence held, as Evandar studied her and Kwinto both, but neither would look his way. Salamander poured himself a cup of water.
СI should tell you why IТm here,Т Evandar said at last. УYour father is worried about you. He wants you to come home.Т
СMy life lies here.Т
СAnd it seems to be a busy one, I must say.Т Evandar glanced around the tent. СAnd prosperous. Your tents are much richer than your fatherТs.Т
СBardekТs a richer country than the Westlands.Т
СJust so, but your fatherТs getting on in years. He desperately wants to see you. He worries about you, too, off in this far country. And now I see that he has grandchildren, and here he doesnТt even know it.Т
At that Marka made a little whimpering sound, quickly stifled. Salamander glanced her way.
СIf he dies without seeing you,Т Marka started, then let her voice fade away.
СAnd then thereТs your brother.Т Evandar leaned forward, smiling at Kwinto, to press his advantage. СDid you know you have an uncle, boy? In far-off Deverry? His name is Rhodry Maelwaedd, and heТs a great warrior, one that poets make songs about.Т
KwintoТs eyes widened. Salamander held up a hand to keep him silent.
СMy fatherТs concern,Т Salamander said, and he could hear the bitterness in his own voice, Сmy fatherТs concern comes a bit late. When I rode with him at home all he ever felt for me was contempt.Т
His voice drained all the colour from the tent and the people in it. He saw them all turn grey and as stiff as those little drawings a scribe makes in the margins of a scroll. The wind lifted the tent flap, and Devaberiel walked in to stand with his thumbs hooked in his belt. Salamander got to his feet.
СWhat are you doing here?Т he snapped. СEvandar just said you were back in Deverry.Т
His father ignored the question and stood looking around the tent with a little twisted smile. He was a handsome man, Devaberiel, in the elvish manner, with moon-beam pale hair, and tall, walking round with a warriorТs swagger as he looked over the tent and its contents.
УYou could at least talk to me!Т Salamander took one step toward him.
Devaberiel yawned in complete indifference.
СCurse you!Т
СOh please!Т Marka rose to her knees and grabbed the edge of his tunic. СEbany, stop it! ThereТs no one there!Т
She was right. His father had disappeared. No - heТd never really been there, had he? Salamander turned toward Marka and found her weeping. He could think of nothing to say, nothing at all, but he sat down next to her and reached out a hand. She clasped it in both of hers while the tears ran down her face. In a rustle of wind the Wildfolk crept into the tent and stood round the edge like a circle of mourners. Am I dead then? he thought.
At the thought he felt his consciousness rise and drift free of his body. Although the light turned bluish and dim, he could see his body slump and fall forward, spilling plates and cups alike. He could also see that he now occupied a strange silver flame-like shape, joined to that body by a mist of silver cord. Marka clasped her hands to her mouth to stifle a scream; Kwinto leapt to his feet. Evandar got up more slowly.
СFollow the cord,Т he said, СFollow the cord back.Т
With a rush of dizzy fall Salamander felt himself descend and slam back into the flesh so hard he groaned aloud. He lay on his back amid spilled food and stared at the peak of the tentТs roof, which seemed to be slowly turning.
СThis is terrible,Т Evandar was saying. СWhatТs happened to him?Т
СHeТs gone mad,Т Marka said. СItТs been coming on for a long time, but now Ч itТs - itТs taken him over.Т
Salamander watched the roof spin and tried to think. He could hear Marka and Evandar talking, but their words made no sense. Was he mad, then? Were the marvels heТd been seeing signs of madness and naught more?
СItТs the curse,Т he whispered. СWhen Jill left us she cursed me. That much I can remember.Т
Evandar dropped to one knee next to him and caught his hand.
СTry to remember. Why would Jill ЧТ
СI donТt know. Something about dweomer.Т
The tent spun to match the roof and dropped him into darkness.
With KwintoТs help Marka got Ebany settled, then left the boy there to watch his father and followed Evandar out of the tent. Sun and air had never seemed so wholesome, nor a breeze so clean. Together they walked to the edge of the caravanserai and stood in the shade of the rustling trees. Far below them on its rocks the ocean boomed and hissed.