"Fancher, Jane - Rings 2 - Ring Of Intrigue" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fancher Jane S)

"Yes?"
"Do you have your papers, Mikhyel dunMheric?"
And suddenly, despite his brother, past the plain cloth-
ing, he recognized the man asking the questions, and his
blood froze.
"I explained to the gate"
"Do you have your papers, Mikhyel dunMheric?" the
man persisted.
The man's name was Sironi.
"INo, I"
He was gorTarim. Nikki's new wife's father's man.
"Then I'm afraid I must place you under arrest."
Deymio!
Deymorin jumped.
"Sorry, Rags," Kiyrstin said. "Too hard?"
"I No. Fine."
"Fine? That's it? Justfine?"
"No! Magnificent. Perfect. But"
{Gods, Deymio, I need} Mikhyel's voice. In his head.
He biinked. "Did you hear"
{Deymorin!} The thoughts were as clear as words, and
fraught with embarrassment. {If you hear me . . .
Papers...}
He cursed again, not at all softly. "It's Khyel. Something
about the damned papers."
He gasped as, with a whispered, "Khyel can take care of
himself," Kiyrstin returned to her previous pursuit.
But he'd never "heard" Mikhyel from so great a dis-
tance, and he feared more than identity papers had put that
edge of panic into Mikhyel's thoughts. A residual impres-
sion of green-and-gold-uniformed men sent a wave of ice
through him that overwhelmed all other emotions.
She cursed softly, and her eyes glittered up at him.
"Trouble?"
He nodded.
"Damn. Sorry." She stood up. "You get your clothes. I'll
look for the buttons."
"Under arrest?" Deymorin repeated, doing his best to
assume at least the appearance of outraged innocence. "On
what charge? By whose order?"
Heads appeared in stable doorways; Deymorin frowned
at them, and a few disappeared. Many did not, as vulgar
curiosity unerringly sensed a feeding frenzy.
"Deymorin, please," Mikhyel said, and an urge for cau-
tion filled that underneath sense. "Perhaps we should just
go with them. Straighten this out in private."
The leader of this mixed guard smiled faintly. Two men
in Rhomatum constabulary blue, three men in practical
Outsider clothing, all openly armed, and this businesslike
leader, who, by his moves, carried his own hidden arsenal