"Edghill,.Rosemary.-.Empty.Crown.Trilogy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Edghill Rosemary)ring. A regular utility belt.
Still attached to rings were a knife in a metal scabbard and a small pouch. Reluctantly forsaking the knife-which looked to be lovely with enamel work and rock crystal-Ruth opened the pouch. "Were you afraid I couldn't pay for my lodging?" Melior said behind her. Ruth jumped back, agonized. "I was just-" "Searching my possessions." Melior finished. Naomi's black kimono came very close to not meeting in front at all. Wearing it, Melior looked like some perilously exotic Kabuki dancer; a paragraph from the lost language of cranes. "Let me help you." He took the pouch from her nerveless fingers and upended it on the bed. "Signet ring-useless-sixteen taels in copper for chummage-useless-a and steel, tinderbox, perfume, dice-useless. "All useless. Have it if you like," he said in a deadly tired voice. Ruth was saved from having to answer by the jingle of keys in the lock. "Ruth?" Naomi called. Naomi Nasmyth was about Ruth's age, but then, Naomi was deep in the toils of acquiring a Doctorate in Library Science and had been at Columbia, woman and girl, since the age of eighteen: B.A in English, Master's in Library Science, Teaching Certificate, and now back to the erebean regions of the Library School's Doctoral Program. As was often the case with roommates thrown together by fate, Naomi was all that Ruth wished to be: tall and vivid and poised and serene and organized. Black hair and hazel eyes and sangfroid that Emma Peel would envy-not to mention good at games. Ruth could have easily hated her, if not for the fact that Naomi had looked her up and down on the day she moved in and decided Ruth was in need of tidying, thereby smoothing Ruth's way enormously through the freshman maze. If there were two kinds of people in the world-Teflon and Velcro-then Naomi was definitely a Teflon person, the sort to whom trouble never stuck. |
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