"Feist,.Raymond.E.-.Serpentwar.1.-.Shadow.Of.A.Dark.Queen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)When the grasp on the bow was decision,
And arrow and hand and eye were one; When the Pleasures, like waves to a swimmer, Came heaving for rapture ahead, Invoke them, they dwindle, they glimmer As lights over mounds of the dead. - George Meredith 'Ode to Youth in Memory' PROLOGUE Deliverance The drums thundered. Warriors of the Saaur sang their battle chants, preparing for the struggle to come. Tattered war banners hung limply from bloodied lances as thick smoke shrouded the sky from horizon to horizon. Green faces marked with yellow and red paint watched the western skies, where fires cast crimson and ocher light against the black shroud of smoke, blocking the vanishing sun and the familiar tapestry of the western evening stars. Jarwa, Sha-shahan of the Seven Nations, Ruler of the his gaze away from the destruction. All day he had watched the great fires burn, and even across the vast distance the howls of the victors and the cries of their victims had carried through the afternoon. Winds that once carried the sweet scent of flowers or the rich aroma of spices from the market now carried the acrid stench of charred wood and burned flesh. He knew without looking that those behind were bracing for the coming trial, resigned in their hearts that the battle was lost and the race would die. 'My lord,' said Kaba, his Shieldbearer and life companion. Jarwa turned to his oldest friend and sayetched faintly around his eyes. Kaba wmask to all but Jarwa; the Sha-shaba shaman reads a lore scroll. ' 'The Pantathian is here.' Jarwa nodded, but he remained motionless. Powerful hands closed in frustration over the hilt of his battlesword, Tual-masok - Blood Drinker in the ancient tongue - far more a symbol of office than the crown he had worn only on rare state occasions. He pushed its point down into the soil of his beloved Tabar, the oldest nation on the world of Shila. |
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