"Elliott,.Kate.-.Crown.Of.Stars.3.-.Burning.Stone" - читать интересную книгу автора (Elliott Kate)

She knew better, she knew what she ought to do, what Da her
to do. But none of that mattered. For a year she of his other
companions: three Eika dogs in iron collars and iron chains
bound to an iron stake he has hammered into ground. Bones
crack under their jaws as they feed. These th are all that
remain to him of the beasts who formed his war-band in
Gent's cathedral. He hears their chains scraping each she
sounded. on the others as the dogs growl over the tastiest
bits of marrow He merly let go of her hand and regarded her.
He had no A stream gurgles and chuckles beyond them: he
has washel expression on his face except the quiescence of
great age. "It is there, although he will never truly wash the filth
and the shame ever such with those who are young. But I do
not believe your of Bloodheart's chains off himself no matter
how often he spills, water over his skin and cleanses himself
with soap or sand m oil. Now he lies half-clothed in the sun to
dry in merciful solil tude.

Of human activity he hears nothing. He has fled the captive ity
of the king's court and found this clearing next to the tram, that
leads northwest Чin that direction she rode off on the king's^
errand eight days ago. Here, now, he relishes his freedom',
bathing in sun and wind and the feel of good mellow earth
and, grass beneath his back A fly lands on his face and he
brushes it away without opening his eyes. The heat melts
pleasantly into his skin. Where his other hand lies splayed in
the grass he has tossed down th square leather pouch,
stiffened with metal plates and trimmed. with ivory and gems,
in which he shelters the book. He feels its sparks when her
shoulder brushed weight just beyond his fingertips, although
he does not need tii

touch it to know that it is still there, and what it means to him

a promise. He keeps it always with him or, when he hunts on
bathes, ties it to the collar of one of the dogs. The dogs are
the,only ones among his new retinue he can trust.

Wind rustles in leaves, indifferent whispers so unlike the ones
that follow his every movement among the courtiers Чthe one
they think he can't near.

had thought him dead.

"I have to go back." Then, hearing the words as if someone
else had spoken them, she hurried on. "I'll come back to you.
I swear it. I just have to go backЧ" She trailed off. She knew
young. But do not believe your path will be a smooth one."

"Then I can come back?" Now that she had made the choice,