"Dance of the Rings 2 - Ring of Intrigue" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fancher Jane S)out warning of ruts and mud holes. Nikki, a quiet and sane
presencein every sensebrought up the rear and cast Deymorin silent reassurances regarding his passenger's safety. Huddled in the back seat with Kiyrstin, Mikhyel was a black sink of nonemotion. Awake, holding his thoughts his own, that was all a brother could ask, a brother whose mind could afford no distractions. The trail branched, one road toward the stockyards, the other toward the leyroad and the gate. The horses surged uphill, and the ground beneath the wheels rattled and bounced, then settled onto the smooth surface of a leyroad. A mental sigh of relief reached him: Nikki's thought, Mik- hyel's, or both; or perhaps just his own. But it was a short-lived relief. At the gate, chaos reigned, delivery vehicles jammed the opening, the silk balloons that normally rose above them, taking the strain off the axles, lay limp over the cargo or deflated even as they watched; further evidence, if they needed it, that the node's power umbrella was rapidly failing. Or perhaps, Deymorin thought, as he raised his eyes to see stormciouds gathering above the city, that energy was being redirected. "The Tower, Deymorin! Has the storm reached the Tower?" Mikhyel's voice pierced the near-deafening rum- cept from a biother who sought to hide his horror of the lightning. Deymorin looked beyond the immediate area to the sky above the Tower. "It's all right," he shouted back over his shoulder. "The sky's clear beyond the old wall." Words or mental image penetrated the thunder and dark- ness, and Mikhyel's relief filtered back: a conscious leak in the blackness. A relief all well and good for the safety of the rings and those individuals within the perimeter of the old wall, but the immediate danger to themselves and all those milling about them remained. The old wall, that marker of an ear- lier limit of the city's power umbrella, was a mile and more yet ahead. But they didn't need to reach the umbrella. Not far from Trisini Gate lay their salvation, if only they could get to it. As the lightning bore down on them, Deymorin added his voice to the general cacophony, ordering his men to help clear the vehicles and get the horses and their handlers inside the wall, and never mind the cargo. "Can't, sir!" one shouted back. "Gatekeeper's de- manding to see papers!" Deymorin cursed, then yelled at Nikki to change places |
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