"Furey,.Maggie.-.Artifacts.of.Power.4.-.Dhiammara" - читать интересную книгу автора (Furey Maggie)

now there was nothing left for him here.
Following the disappearance of Aurian, Anvar, and his friends among the Horsefolk, Yazour was
finding himself very much adrift and alone in a land of strangers. Of the companions who had set
out with the Mages from the Khazalim city of Taibeth, only he remained. Harihn, the young
warrior's former prince, had betrayed the Mages twice and formed an unholy alliance with the
Archmage Miathan. As a consequence, he had been slain in the Tower of Incondor. Shia had followed
Aurian and Anvar through the rift in Time, to meet some unknown fate. The winged girl Raven was

now Queen of the Skyfolk, and when Yazour had last seen her, she had been well on her way to
finding a new maturity, and beginning to atone for her former mistakes.
Poor Bohan, the gigantic eunuch who had been so devoted to Aurian, had perished at the Xandim
stronghold, and even Schiannath, Chiamh, and Iscalda, Yazour's newfound
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friends among the Horsefolk, had met with an uncertain fate when the Phaerie, freed by Aurian's
failure to master the Sword, had reclaimed their horses back from human form. In one lethal stroke
the Xandim had lost their leaders. Schiannath the Herdlord and the Windeye Chiamh had been saved
from the Phaerie but had followed Aurian in their equine form. Along with the remainder of the
Xandim, IscaldaЧ Schiannath's sister, who had befriended YazourЧhad been transformed irrevocably
into her equine shape of a white mare and claimed by Hellorin, the Phaerie Lord.
Yazour had been forced to look on, helpless, as the humanity of his friends had been ripped away.
Aurian and Anvar had vanished, and the young warrior had been forced to remain behind, alone,
because he had not been quick enough to follow them through the rift in Time. And now he must live
with the guilt of his failure. Though his fellow-warriors Parric and Sangra were doing their best
to be kind to him and make him welcome in their midst, the Khazalim soldier knew himself for an
alien and an outsider. Without AurianЧwithout some point to his existence hereЧhe could feel
neither at home nor at ease.
"Yazour, don't leave us. You're our friendЧwe need you here." Sangra returned to the attack.
"There's so much to doЧso much to put right."
Yazour sighed wearily and shook his head. "I want to go back to the South, to my own people," he
insisted. "I can be of far more use to Eliizar and Nereni now that Aurian is gone and her quest
has failed. .. ."
"Failed! Don't you dare say that, you bastard!" Panic snarled. Yazour ducked reflexively as a fist
whistled past his face. The Cavalrymaster, beside himself with rage, pulled his arm back for
another try, but Sangra, just as swift, caught his wrist before the second blow had time to
descend. "Parric, no!" she cried. 'That's not going to help matters."
The Cavalrymaster subsided, but glowered at Yazour with an unwonted look that mingled coklness and
misery. "Don't you ever say she's failed," he muttered. "It isn't over yet." He jumped to his feet
and walked stiffly away.
Yazour realized, too late, that his careless words had wounded Parric deeply. He was^orryЧhe liked
and respected the little man. Not knowing how to take back his words without making matters worse,
he mumbled an awkward apology to Sangra and scanned the encampment, desperately seeking
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a diversion that would take their talk in a less painful direction. His attention was drawn by the
sound of shouted imprecations, to the island across the lake. "Who is the woman yelling at Vannor
over there?" he asked.
"Why, that's Aurian's mother, the Lady EUin," Sangra told him. "She lives alone here in the Vale.
The poor soulЧI don't blame her for sounding so angry. How can she bear it? Her daughter is gone,
her Valley burned, and her tower in ruins. She'll be lonely now for sureЧin fact, depending on
what's happened to Miathan, she could be the last of her kind." The warrior shook her head. "The