"David Eddings - Malloreon 3 Demon Lord of Karanda" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

suddenly sprang to her feet and began to dash about the tent,
flinging back the curtains that partitioned off the sleeping
quarters and yanking back the blankets on each bed. "Help me!"
she cried to them. "Help me find my baby!"
Garion crossed the tent quickly to take her by the arm.
"Ce'Nedra-"
"No!" she shouted at him. "You've hidden him somewhere!
Let me go!" She wrenched herself free of his grasp and began
overturning the furniture in her desperate search, sobbing and
moaning unintelligibly.
Again Garion tried to restrain her, but she suddenly
hissed at him and extended her fingers like talons to claw at
his eyes.
"Ce'Nedra! Stop that!"
But she darted around him and bolted out of the pavilion
into the snowy night.
As Garion burst through the tent flap in pursuit, he found
his way barred by a red-cloaked Mallorean soldier.
"You! Get back inside!" the man barked, blocking Garion
with the shaft of his spear. Over the guard's shoulder, Garion
saw Ce'Nedra struggling with another soldier; without even
thinking, he smashed his fist into the face in front of him.
The guard reeled backward and fell.
Garion leaped over him, but found himself suddenly seized
from behind by a half-dozen more men. "Leave her alone!" he
shouted at the guard who was cruelly holding one of the little
queen's arms behind her.
"Get back inside the tent!" a rough voice barked, and
Garion found himself being dragged backward step by step
toward the tent flap. The soldier holding Ce'Nedra was half
lifting, half pushing her back toward the same place. With a
tremendous effort, Garion got control of himself and coldly
began to draw in his will.
"That will be enough!" Polgara's voice cracked from the
doorway to the tent.
The soldiers stopped, looking uncertainly at each other
and somewhat fearfully at the commanding presence in the
doorway.
"Durnik!" she said then. "Help Garion bring Ce'Nedra back
inside."
Garion shook himself free of the restraining hands and he
and Durnik took the violently struggling little Queen from the
soldier and pulled her back toward the pavilion.
"Sadi," Polgara said as Durnik and Garion entered the tent
with Ce'Nedra between them, "do you have any oret in that case
of yours?"
"Certainly, Lady Polgara," the eunuch replied, "but are
you sure that oret is appropriate here? I'd be more inclined
toward naladium, personally."
"I think we've got more than a case of simple hysteria on