"David Eddings - The Dreamers 01 - The Elder gods" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

тАШThere are no poisonous snakes in this region,тАЩ Old-Bear protested.
One-Who-Heals pointed at the marks on Misty-WaterтАЩs throat. тАШNo
snake of any size has fangs this large. It is my thought that these are the
fang-marks of one of the servants of That-Called-the-Vlagh. There are
many stories about the servants of the Vlagh. Old stories seldom have
much truth to them, but it seems that the stories about the creatures of the
Wasteland might well be true. It was That-Called-the-Vlagh that made
them, and we are told that the Vlagh gave them venom so that they would
need no weapons.тАЩ
тАШWhy would a servant of the Vlagh kill our beloved Misty-Water?тАЩ
Old-Bear demanded in a voice filled with grief.
тАШThere are rumors in the air which tell us that the Thing-Called-the-
Vlagh grows restless and that it sends its servants out of the Wasteland
into the coastal domains to watch us so that the Vlagh might come to
know of our weaknesses. Those servants do not wish to be seen, I think,
so they will most probably kill any of us who happen to see them so that
they may continue to watch us and to carry what they have seen back to
the Vlagh.тАЩ
тАШIt might be well then if none of the servants of the Vlagh return to the
Wasteland with this knowledge,тАЩ Old-Bear said grimly. тАШI will speak with
my son Longbow of this. His grief may be a well-spring for eternal
hatred, and I think That-Called-the-Vlagh may come to regret what its
servants have done this day.тАЩ
тАШSend him to me before he goes to the hunt, my chief,тАЩ One-Who-
Heals suggested. тАШLet him grieve first, though. HeтАЩll think more clearly
after his grief has run its course. And while he grieves, I will do what I
can to gather more information about the servants of the Vlagh, so that I
can advise him of their peculiarities.тАЩ


It was late in the winter of the following year when Old-Bear decided
that it might well be time to take the still-grieving Longbow to the lodge
of One-Who-Heals, for LongbowтАЩs grief showed no signs of fading, and
so he bleakly commanded his despairing son to accompany him.
And so they trudged through the melting snow to the shamanтАЩs lodge,
and when they entered, One-Who-Heals opened a bundle of dried bones
and spread them out upon a blanket for them to see. тАШSince little is known
of the creatures of the Wasteland who serve That-Called-the-Vlagh, I
thought it might be well if we had a dead one to examine so that we might
better understand its peculiarities,тАЩ he told them.
тАШWhere did you find this dead one?тАЩ Longbow asked in a flat,
unemotional voice.
тАШI didnтАЩt really find it, Longbow. After the death of Misty-Water, I
went out to trap one of them. They know little about the forest, so itтАЩs
easy to conceal a trap from them. I found tracks which told me where I
might have some luck with a trap, and then I dug a pit and concealed it
under fallen leaves and twigs. It was a fairly deep pit, and I lined the
bottom with sharpened stakes and then, when it was well-concealed, I
waited. It took a while, but finally one of the VlaghтАЩs servants fell into
my trap, and the stakes at the bottom greeted it. Everything worked out