"Esther M. Friesner - A Beltaine And Suspenders" - читать интересную книгу автора (Friesner Esther M)

"Mountains." Father Herrick remained firm. "I said it was no natural place, did

I not? Yes, mountains, and bristling with the ageless, bearded giants of the

wildwood such as have not been seen on our shores since the misty dawning of the

Druids' reign."



"Druids did not ever reign. You know as well as I that they were teachers,

healers, advisors to the chieftains --"
"Olivia, it was a trifle of poetic exaggeration on my part, no more," Father

Herrick replied.



"Like the mountains?" she countered archly.



He sighed. "You've no use for romance, do you?"



Olivia's raucous laugh had a barking undertone that had temporarily cleared the

church steeple of its resident family of ravens many times before this.

"Rubbish," she said in brief. "Which is the sum of my opinion concerning this."

With a jab of her brittle fingernail she skewered the slim pamphlet presently

lying dead-center between the two of them on the musty pew.



It was not a very prepossessing example of the printer's art, to be sure. Its

creamy paper was covered with a chain mail of rings left by the damp bottoms of

uncounted pint measures. In places these careless attentions had caused the ink

to run, yet one could still easily read the words, A Monograph Inquiring into