"Dance of the Rings 2 - Ring of Intrigue" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fancher Jane S)power umbrella. Oil lamps were a curious affectation within
a Node City's limits, but a welcome one, considering this city's currently-constricted power. She'd hate to be caught in the absolute black that must exist here when those lamps were extinguished. A honeycomb of stone, organic shapes that bore no resemblance to any rooms she'd ever known, sounds that echoed endlessly . . . a person could be lost very quickly in this maze with no hope of logicking herself free. "Well, we've a respite, at least," Mikhyel's velvet voice said at her shoulder. The gatekeeper had left. "When the storm has passed, he'll send a messenger to the Tower. They'll have someone come down to identify us." "What about the box in the carriage? The papers Anheliaa sent? Deymorin's seal" Mikhyel's black brows knit. "I . . . very much fear it won't be there." "You think someone will steal it?" "No. I" He seemed uncharacteristically reluctant to meet her eyes. "Rings, I can't believe I'm such a fool. I had it. And then, the lightning, the jostling . . . I lost it somewhere, Kiyrstin." He waved a hand toward the stony ceiling. "Somewhere up there." That hand was shaking. He was. Cold. Shock. Reaction to the lightning and the storm. Perhaps just the chill of the lapse of the debilitating weakness that had plagued him off and on since the incident at the Boreton turnout. "Anything in the box that could be dangerous in the wrong hands?" she asked. "Not really. None of those papers Anheliaa sent are much good if you can't match our signatures." "And the seal?" "Old. Outdated by about a hundred years. It might turn the right person a handsome profit on the black market, but nothing else." He rubbed a hand across his eyes, and swept stray hair back from his face. "We deliberately avoided including anything compromising. Only such items as might, along with the papers, support our claims to someone like" He tipped his head in the general direction of the gatekeeper. "Then I suggest you sit down and relax. Looking a bit pale around the gills, laddybuck." Mikhyel smiled wryly. "That's news?" "I wish it were. Sit, Khyel. Before you fall." She led him to a spot among the hay bales and pushed him down, wrapping his cloak around him, fussing about him, until he laughed and grabbed her wrist and pulled her down beside him. |
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