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

"His leg?"
"In part."
"How bad is it?"
"Worse than at Armayel."
"His leg? Or just how much you're picking up on him?"
"Both." Gray eyes shifted toward her in a low, sidelong
stare fraught with innuendo. And Kiyrstin thought of what
she'd been doing with Deymorin, and who Mikhyel had
been talking to at that same moment.
"Oh, dear," she said. "I'm sorry, Mikhyel. Truly."
"Could have been worse."
"By another minute?"
A momentary pause, then his shoulders began to shake.
"You might say that."
Another stumble. This time she was ready.
"Damn you, Deymorin."'
She barely caught his muttered whisper.
"What's going on?"
"He's worried about me. Again. Rings, I get tired of it.
He's afraid I'll collapse, or something, and sometimes . . .
sometimes my knees just give. It's as if his thoughts" A
curse coincided with another catch in his stride. "Bad
enough to be hauled off to Sparingate. I'd prefer to make
the trip with some remnants of dignity."
"You don't sound particularly concerned."
"I'm not exactly overjoyed, but there's little we can do
until they tell us why we've been arrested. It could just be
formality. I can think of several good reasons for processing
anyone claiming to be a Rhomandi very carefully into the
City, particularly if there are unknown individuals trying to
impersonate us. On the other hand, you should know that
these men" He glanced at his side, where a man in a
blue uniform walked, eyes straight forward, pointedly
granting them privacy. "Most of them, at least, are
Ferricci."
"Lidye's father's men?"
"The web was down. The City's resources might well
have been overtaxed, the constabulary willing to accept
help from any quarter. Lidye's father was here for the wed-
ding. Her husband disappeared the day after. I'm not sur-
prised he's remained, considering what's at stake."
"Considering his daughter might just rule in Rhomatum?
Under the right circumstances, of course. Such as the Rho-
mandi brothers in prison? And Anheliaa dead?"
Another long look, and a stride steadied before the
rhythm could be disrupted.
"If Deymorin doesn't get you free of Garetti and marry
you soon," Mikhyel said, "I'll do it myself."
"To keep you on your feet?"
His mouth twitched, and for a moment, she was almost