"Raymond E. Feist - Riftwar Saga 1a - Magician Apprentice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

suspected you of being able to fashion such a clear image in one try, but you seem to be more than you
first appear to be.тАЭ



тАЬSir?тАЭ



тАЬNever mind, Pug.тАЭ He paused for a moment, then said, тАЬI was using that toy for the first time, judging
how far I could send my sight,, when I spied you making for the road. From your limp and bruised
condition, I judged that you would never reach the town, so I sent Meecham to fetch you.тАЭ



Pug looked embarrassed by the unusual attention, color rising to his checks. He said, with a
thirteen-year old's high estimation of his own ability, тАЬYou needn't have done that, sir. I would have
reached the town in due time.тАЭ



Kulgan smiled. тАЬPerhaps, but then again, perhaps not. The storm is unseasonably severe and perilous
for traveling.тАЭ



Pug listened to the soft tattoo of rain on the roof of the cottage. The storm seemed to have slackened,
and Pug doubted the magician's words. As if reading the boy's thought, Kulgan said, тАЬDoubt me not,
Pug. This glade is protected by more than the great boles. Should you pass beyond the circle of oaks that
marks the edge of my holding, you would feel the storm's fury. Meecham, how do you gauge this wind?тАЭ
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Meecham put down the bread dough he was kneading and thought for a moment. тАЬNear as bad as
the storm that beached six ships three years back.тАЭ He paused for a moment, as if reconsidering the
estimate, then nodded his endorsement. тАЬYes, nearly as bad, though it won't blow so long.тАЭ



Pug thought back three years to the storm that had blown a Quegan trading fleet bound for Crydee
onto the rocks of Sailor's Grief. At its height, the guards on the castle walls were forced to stay in the
towers, lest they be blown down. If this storm was that severe, then Kulgan's magic was impressive, for
outside the cottage it sounded no worse than a spring rain.



Kulgan sat back on the bench, occupied with trying to light his extinguished pipe. As he produced a
large cloud of sweet white smoke, Pug's attention wandered to a case of books standing behind the