"Janrae Frank - Dark Brothers of the Light 02 - Bloood Heresy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frank Janrae)

birds. I warn you, it had better be important. Lord Hoon does not suffer fools and cravens lightly."

"It is. I assure you, it is."

She nodded and patted the desk in the corner near the window. "Everything you need is here." She
opened the center drawer and took out several small pieces of paper that she casually placed on top of
several sheets of stationery. "Write it on this. I've given you more in case you're shaking too much to
write clearly."

Yoris rose and stalked to the desk, feeling belittled and angry.

Zinzi backed away to give him privacy and watched how hard he bore down on the quill in his irritation at
her. When Yoris had finished, she let him follow her into the next room, where there were huge cages of
various large birds. She chose out a moonhawk and slipped the message into the tiny canister on its leg
band. "Lord Hoon will have it by nightfall. If this has proved to be a trifle...."

"I know," Yoris said wretchedly. "I'll be punished. It isn't."

"A nibari will be sent to you tonight. Try not to make as much of a mess of her as you did the last one.
We had to place coercions in the last one's mind to stop her panics."

"I will try."

"Now, get out."

Yoris ran into the corridor and past several doors. He stopped and leaned against a wall, recovering
himself a bit. When he started moving again, his walk had taken on the tiniest swagger. He passed people
in the outer hallways without wincing from them and headed down the backswept stairway to the second
floor where his rooms were. Gareth, dirty and bedraggled from working on the estate's latrine, stared at
him. Yoris went to him and whispered in his ear, "Bodramet is withering."
Gareth grabbed his arm as Yoris started to go on. "The hell you say."

Yoris stopped in his tracks. He was not as afraid of Gareth as he was of Bodramet, yet caution was his
nature. "Anksha can quicken it early."

Gareth stroked his chin. "If Bodramet goes down first, I rule our brotherhood of the winepress."

"I assure you, Gareth, that I will help you as I may."

****

Zinzi went back to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a piece of charcoal. The stationery, which
she had deliberately left on the desk, was thin onionskin and easily took an imprint. She held a sheet up
to the light and saw Yoris' message to Lord Hoon was mostly there. The charcoal drew out the words as
Zinzi brushed it across the imprint.

"Bodramet and I withering. Isranon not. Potions preventing it."

She sighed and followed it with a snort. This would get Timon in trouble with Hoon. Zinzi knew how
Lord Hoon felt about Isranon's extras: he wanted him dead. Only Anksha prevented it. She suspected