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

and honed to a fine edge by Anheliaa, Mheric's father's
sister, and Ringmaster of Rhomatum.
And Mikhyel had met Deymorin head to head in the
political arena and won. At least, the result of that long-
ago debate had been the event that drove Deymorin out
of Rhomatum.
He'd make a fierce and dangerous enemy in defense of
his idealsif he didn't burn himself out first. She sincerely
hoped, for Deymorin's sake as well as Mikhyel's own, that
events would not push those ideals beyond his physical
limits.
Mikhyel's eyes closed, and, with a shiver, he pulled his
cloak more tightly about his shoulders, tucking his chin into
the folds. After a moment, his eyes lifted and stared unfo-
cused down a corridor of walls.
Odd eyes. Unique, in her experience. Gray with pale
green around the edges.
"So, what's he up to?" Kiyrstin asked.
A blink, and he as back to her. "Horses," he said flatly,
and his mouth tightened into a slight smile. "What else?
But he's going to be cold. Actually, he already is and
doesn't know it."
Which meant, Deymorin had gotten wet and chilled, and
Mikhyel was inheriting that discomfort, absorbing it like
a sponge.
"You do him no favor, you know," sge said, and Mikhyel
laughed, a short, bitter sound.
"Believe me, if I could not, I would not. Do me a favor,
and take him his damned cloak, would you?" He shivered
again and pulled his own cloak up around his ears. "Before
/ freeze to death."
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"Hot poultices on the hock tonight, a bit of salve on the
cut to keep it moist, and it should heal without a scar."
Deymorin Rhomandi dunMheric, erstwhile Princeps of
Rhomatum, stood up and slapped the big roan's rump. "He
nicked the coronet, but not, I think, deep enough to affect
the hoof growth." He let his hand drift along the curve of
solid muscle as he moved behind the draft horse, and gave
the cropped tail a gentle tug on the way to his next patient.
Not that he could add significantly more than reinforce-
ment of decisions already made. For the most part, the
drivers were competent horsemen. Heavy-handed whips
didn't last long with any reputable hauling company; horses
were too expensive to keep along the leys for that invest-
ment to be risked through carelessness or abuse.
Still, any man appreciated endorsement, especially from
a higher authority, a position these men had seemed deter-
mined to set upon him from the moment he'd challenged
the gatekeeper and won.