"David Eddings - The Dreamers 02 - The Treasured One" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

тАШI donтАЩt talk in my sleep, Omago. Actually, about the only thing I know about my
cousin is his name - and thatтАЩs probably only because thereтАЩs a waterfall up in the
mountains thatтАЩs named after him. You have heard of тАЬthe Falls of VashтАЭ, havenтАЩt
you?тАЩ

тАШIтАЩve heard about them, but IтАЩve never seen them. Did your cousin make them,
maybe?тАЩ

тАШI couldnтАЩt really say, boy. When I woke up this last time, the people around here
didnтАЩt speak any too well, so about all I could get from them was the name.тАЩ Veltan
paused and looked speculatively into OmagoтАЩs young face. тАШI think maybe thatтАЩs
about as much as I should tell you for right now. After youтАЩve had some time to get
used to what IтАЩve told you today, you can come by and ask more questions if you
really want to.тАЩ

тАШIt might take a little while,тАЩ Omago admitted. тАШMaybe I should be a little more
careful with these questions of mine. The answers are kind of scary.тАЩ

тАШYouтАЩll get used to them in time, boy. CuriosityтАЩs a good thing, really, but you
have to be a little careful when you turn it loose.тАЩ

тАШI noticed that,тАЩ Omago agreed.

тАШI thought I noticed you noticing,тАЩ Veltan said with no hint of a smile.
 As Omago matured, the local farmers became aware of his familiarity with Veltan,
and they thought that it might just be sort of convenient. It was much easier for them
to look Omago up and tell him about things than it would be to go up to VeltanтАЩs
house on the hill and tell him in person. Veltan didnтАЩt really wave his divinity around,
but stillтАФ

In time, it became almost like a tradition. During the course of almost every day,
two or three local farmers would approach Omago and tell him things they thought
Veltan should know about, and as evening approached, Omago would trudge up the
hill to VeltanтАЩs peculiar house and pass those things on to the local god.

Omago didnтАЩt really think of Veltan as a god. It seemed that he was more a friend
than some distant divinity. In time, he even came to enjey those daily conversations.
It was a rather nice way to conclude each day, and heтАЩd stop by VeltanтАЩs house every
evening, even when he had nothing to report.

The seasons turned in their stately march, and it seemed to Omago that the
farmland near VeltanтАЩs grand house moved in rhythm with those seasons. HeтАЩd heard
that there were towns and villages farther to the south, but it had always seemed to
him that cramming people together all in one place was just a bit ridiculous. His
fatherтАЩs farm covered many acres of land spread out over the gently rolling hills, and
every crop had its proper place - wheat to the west and south, vegetables to the north,
and the orchard close in just to the east of the well-shaded house. Some of the
neighboring farmers seemed to think that shade-trees were just a waste of time and
space - up until about midsummer, when it turned hot and the sun beat down on them.