"Jim Farris - Mage 5 - The Mountain, The Raven and the Sea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farris Jim)

would be little to do outside the house - any dirt there might have been to take care of would have been
washed away by the rain. With no children left in the house, there was little to do for several hours, until it
was time to begin the work of preparing the evening meal for when Hamat came home.




The rocking chair by the fireplace beckoned her, but she gave it a stern look, and thereafter ignored
it's silent call. There was nothing to do? Then she would make something to do. Wash the walls,
perhaps. Dust again. Something. She would not sit in that comfortable chair her husband had bought her
three years ago, not at least until evening. For when she sat in it during the day, she knew her mind would
wander... And she would remember...




Her boys had grown and married, and had children of their own, now. Her oldest grandson, in fact,
was a new father, himself. Yes, twenty years had passed since that fateful day, when dear little Sasha...




Calla suppressed that thought with an effort, gripping the broom tightly, and resumed sweeping. She
would not think about it. She would not remember that day, nor would she remember the day four years
later, when her own daughter, Orissa...




Calla gritted her teeth, flinging open the kitchen door to sweep the last of the dust outside.




'What is that commotion?' Calla wondered, looking up at the sound of voices as she finished. There,
down the lane, several people had gathered - a small crowd, really. They were quite excited about
something, that much was obvious. That they were excited, however, did not matter to her. Even that
they were coming her way down the lane really meant nothing.
 "Feh. Probably Matran's got a new batch of chickens, or something," she muttered, and started to
close the door...




...when a sudden gleam of fire-red hair caught her eye.




'It can't be...' Calla thought, looking down the lane.