"Kerr,.Katharine.-.Deverry.03.-.Bristling.Wood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragon Stories)doubted it would be. She was hesitating, half wanting to ask more,
half afraid to hear the truth if he should tell her, when a page came over to her. The young lad looked utterly confused. УYour Grace? ThereТs a noble lord at the gates. Should I ask you what to do, or go find Lord Garedd?Ф УYou may ask me, because IТm of higher rank. If I were of the same rank as Garedd, youТd have to go find him. Now. Which noble lord is it?Ф УTalidd of Belglaedd, Your Grace. He said the strangest thing. He asked if he was welcome in the dun that should have been his.Ф Beside her Nevyn swore under his breath. УOh ye gods,Ф Lovyan said feebly. УHe would turn up right now! Well, lad, run and tell him that indeed heТs welcome in the dun called Bruddlyn. Tell him that exactly and not a word more.Ф As soon as the page was on his way, Nevyn turned to her with the lift of a quizzical eyebrow. УIt all goes back to LoddlaenТs war,Ф she said, her voice heavy with weariness. УTaliddТs sister was CorbynТs wife. She went back to in the dun was driving her daft, and I canТt say I blame her for that, frankly. But then, after Corbyn was killed, I attainted this demesne because sheТd left her husband. All my loyal men would have grumbled if I hadnТt. I offered her a settlement of coin and horses, but Talidd refused to let her take a copper or a filly of it.Ф She broke off because the subject of this explanation was striding into the great hall, stripping off his cloak and riding gloves as he did so. Talidd of Belglaedd was a heavyset man of forty, with gray hair still streaked with blond, and shrewd green eyes. Tossing his cloak to the page, he came over and made the tieryn a deep bow. His bland smile revealed nothing at all. УIТm surprised to see you here, my lord,Ф Lovyan said. УI came to congratulate Garedd on the birth of a child. The page tells me itТs a lad.Ф УIt is, and a healthy one.Ф УThen Dun Bruddlyn has yet another heir, does it?Ф Talidd paused to take a tankard of ale from a serving lass. УWell, the gods may witness the justice of that.Ф |
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