"Farland, David - Runelords 5 - Sons of the Oak (v1.0)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farland David)

Both boys thought that something was coming for them, scrabbling up the casde walls, and they tried to imagine

what it might be. So they ran into the room and barred their doors in fright.
They tried to imagine what kind of animal might make such a noise, and Fallion had ventured that since it sounded like a horn, it must be an animal with a long neck.
In their room, the boys had a menagerie of animals all carved from wood and painted in their natural colors. Jaz suggested that it might be a camel that was chasing them, though neither boy had ever seen one. And in his mind, the sound immediately became a camelЧblack and huge, like the war camels that were ridden by the Obbattas in the desert. He imagined that me camel had sharp teeth dripping with foam and bloodshot eyes.
Four-year-old Fallion and Jaz had rushed out into the Great Hall of the castle, stumbling in fear and shouting to me guards, "Help! Help! The camels are coming!"
Sir Borenson, who was taking breakfast at the time, had laughed so hard that he fell off of his stool. He took the boys outside in the fog and drew his sword very dramatically, cursing all camels and commanding them to do no harm.
Then he led them toward the sound of the eerie calls. There, in the courtyard, they found a puppy chained to a stakeЧa young mastiff that alternately howled and panted as it tried to pull free.
"There's your camel," Borenson had said, laughing. "The Master of the Hounds bought him last night, and was afraid he'd try to run home if we took him off his chain. So he'll stay here for the day, until he figures out that he's family." Then the boys had laughed at their own fear and had petted me puppy.
Now as Fallion rode, he heard trees snapping, saw the fear
on Borenson's face. j
We're not children anymore, he diought. '
He looked to his brother Jaz, so small and frail, riding in his haste. Fallion felt a pang of longing, a stirring desire to protect his brother, something that he'd often felt before.
Fallion suddenly heard a strange call, like deep horns
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ringing one after another, all underwater, then a sudden screeching and the sounds of trees crashing, as if some enorмmous creatures tangled in battle.
Fallion imagined Daymorra fighting there against the creatures, and whispered the only prayer he knew, "May the Bright Ones protect you, and the Glories guard your back!"
Fallion opened his eyes to slits. Darkness was coming fast even as his horse lunged out of the woods and leapt down a sloping field. The garnet air seemed wan and diffuse, as if filtered through fire-lit skies. Fat grasshoppers leapt from the stubble as the horses pounded past, and there in the grass, white flowers yawned wide, morning glories with petals that unfolded like pale mouths, getting ready to scream.
There were more cries in the woods as the party reached the road. Somehow they had circled behind die widow's place. Her black dog raced out from under her porch, giving chase, but could not keep up with the force horses. Soon it dropped away, wagging its tail sheepishly as if its defeat were a victory.
Something stirred inside Fallion, and he heard his father shout, "Run!" Fallion spurred his horse harder. "Run! The ends of the Earth are not far enough!"
Again his father's image intruded in his mind, a dimly reмcalled green figure, a shadow, and Fallion felt his presence so strongly that it was as if the man's bream warmed Fal-lion's face.
"Father?" Fallion called out.
Fallion looked behind him, wondering what could be givмing chase, when he felt something pierce his stomach.
He glanced down to see if an arrow was protruding from his ribs, or to see if one of the black creatures that inhabited Rhianna was there. His wine-colored leather vest was unмdamaged. Yet he could feel something vital being pulled from him, as if he were a trout and a giant hand had pierced him and now was yanking out his guts.
He heard a whisper, his father's rambling voice. "Run, Fallion," he said. "They will come for you." And then there was a long silence, and the voice came softer. "Learn to love

the greedy as well as the generous... the poor as much as
the rich... the evil Return a blessing for every
blow...."
Suddenly the voice went still, and there was a yawning emptiness in Fallion. His eyes welled up. Fallion saw sheep running headlong down from the hills, and everywhere, everywhere, from all of the guards, grunts and cries of pain issued. Fallion could feel keenly a wrongness descending upon the world.
"Sweet mercy!" Waggit shouted.
Borenson growled, "The Earth King is dead!" and someмwhere in the distance, from Castle Coorm, whose towers rose above its gray weathered walls, a bell began to toll.
Fallion had never known a world without an Earth King.
All of his young life, he had felt secure. If danger arose,
whether from assassins or illness or accident, he had known
that his father's voice would whisper in warning, and he
would know how to save himself. i
Suddenly he was naked and bereft. j
The horses galloped hard along the dirt track. Borenson cast a fearful glance uphill.
"Above us!" Borenson shouted. Darkness thickened all around, as if the last of the sun had dipped below the horiмzon, sucking all light with it.
Tears of pain filled Fallion's eyes, and he looked up the mountain. Daymorra came riding hard from under the trees. It seemed that a wind swept toward her, rattling the pines along the mountainside, causing whole trees to pitch and sway and crack and fall. But it was no wind. Instead Fallion saw creaturesЧlike scraps of blackest night, floating about in a mad dance, landing in the trees and shaking them. Their growls rose, deep and ominous, like distant thunder, but they held to the woods, and did not dare race into the open fields. Instead, they leapt from tree to tree, following through the woods, while the trees hissed and bent under heavy weight.
And then all of the horses were speeding away, down the long winding road, while the enemy fell behind. Borenson brought out a warhorn and sounded it, in hopes that the far-

seers at Castle Coorm would hear and know that they were under attack. The far-seers with their many endowments of 1 sight might spot them from the castle. But Fallion knew that ' at such a great distance, he would look as tiny as an ant
The night suddenly descended, falling instantly and unмnaturally to smother the world.
It was the end of a golden age of peace. Fallion knew it Everyone knew it. Even the sheep felt it.
Fallion squinted in the unnatural darkness as the horses thundered. Rhianna clung to him, gibbering with pain or terмror, and he felt hot tears splash down from her eyes to his back.
Are there monsters in her? Fallion wondered. Are they eating their way out? What are we running from?