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

swats, and then chased them up a tree and made them stay up there for the rest of the
day. I laughed, but she growled at me. She didnтАЩt seem to think it was funny at all.тАЩ

тАШWill you be all right here by yourself for a few days, Ashad? I need to go talk
with my brother and my sisters. There are some things they need to know about.тАЩ

тАШIтАЩll be fine, uncle. I was over in the village of Asmie the other day, and Tlingar
promised to teach me how to use a spear-thrower - that long, limber stick the man-
things around here use to whip their spears out there a long, long way. TlingarтАЩs just
about the best there is with the spear-thrower, isnтАЩt he?тАЩ

тАШHe keeps the people of Asmie eating regularly, that much is certain,тАЩ I agreed. тАШI
shouldnтАЩt be too long, Ashad. If you get tired of throwing spears, you might want to
go play with Mama Broken-ToothтАЩs three cubs. If theyтАЩre as frisky as you suggested,
poor Mama Broken-ToothтАЩs probably exhausted by now. Give her a little time to rest
up. Like they always say, тАЬBe nice to the neighbors, and theyтАЩll be nice to you.тАЭ IтАЩd
better get started. IтАЩd like to talk with Aracia before her priests get her involved in all
those silly ceremonies.тАЩ

тАШSay hello to Enalla for me, uncle.тАЩ

There it was again. Ashad had just used AraciaтАЩs Dreamer LillabethтАЩs real name.
Despite all my careful manipulation, the Dreamers kept pulling bits and pieces of
reality up through the barriers IтАЩd put between them and the past. I shuddered to think
of what might happen if the Dreamers stumbled across some things far more
significant than just their names.

I told my tiny, glowing sun to stay behind, and then I went to the long, twisting
passageway that led out to the open air.



The morning light of early summer was golden as I came up out of my cave under
Mount Shrak. I summoned my thunderbolt and rode on down toward the south-east to
the Domain of my elder sister Aracia.

AraciaтАЩs Domain is much like the Domain of our baby brother Veltan, with vast
wheat fields stretching from horizon to horizon like some enormous green carpet in
the early summer sun. I hate to admit it, but the introduction of wheat farming and
bread has brought much more stability to the Domains of Aracia and Veltan than the
sometimes catch-as-catch-can quality of life in my Domain and ZelanaтАЩs, where the
land is primarily devoted to hunting and fishing. There has to be more to life than just
munching on a piece of half-moldy bread, though. IтАЩm fairly sure that Aracia and
Veltan view me as some sort of primitive antique, but I know better. The people of
their Domains are little more than cattle. They move around in herds, and I wouldnтАЩt
be the least bit surprised to discover that тАШmooтАЩ crops up in their dialect quite
frequently.

The people of my Domain - and of ZelanaтАЩs - are fiercely independent. Nobody -
not even me or Zelana - tells them what they must do. To my way of looking at