"Laurell K. Hamilton - Ravenloft - Death of a Darklord" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Laurell K)

тАЭPerhaps I am, a little. The fact that you are an untrained mage makes it easier for me. Strong emotions
are also easier to decipher.тАЭ ElaineтАЩs hands trembled. Hot tea sloshed onto her skin. Mala darted
forward, scooping the mug from her hands and dabbing at the spill with a clean towel. тАЭHave you burned
your hands?тАЭ

Konrad knelt beside ElaineтАЩs chair. He pressed a cloth to her hands. She started at the coldness. He had
scooped snow into the cloth. тАЭCold is the best for a minor burn.тАЭ

His hands enfolded hers, pressing the snow to her skin. Her chest was tight. The weight of his hands
round her own chased the last of the cold from her body. Even with snow touching her skin, Elaine felt
warm. She felt the warmth creep up her neck, and she knew she was blushing.

Konrad stared only at her hands, at his task as a healer. He never looked at her face.

ElaineтАЩs eyes met the mageтАЩs gaze. Gersalius was right, Konrad didnтАЩt know. He didnтАЩt see what a
stranger had noticed easily.

тАЭHow do your hands feel?тАЭ Konrad asked.

She stared down at him. The blush had faded with knowledge that Konrad felt nothing when he touched
her. When heтАЩd carried her downstairs, the feel of his body against hers had thrilled her. To him it was
just another task. Another sick person to be tended.

тАЭThey donтАЩt hurt,тАЭ she said.

He nodded and stood, taking the cloth to clean it and set it to dry. He never glanced back.

тАЭDo you want the tea, Elaine?тАЭ Mala asked.

Elaine shook her head.

Mala took the offending mug away. She didnтАЩt even flirt with the mage. тАЭTell me of your visions,тАЭ
Gersalius said. His voice was gentle, as if he knew what she had just realized. Since he was reading her
thoughts, he probably did know.

Her first reaction was anger. How dare he spy on her feelings? She opened her mouth to tell him to get
out, to leave her alone, but the look in his blue eyes was too kind, his face too understanding.тАЩ


тАЭI would not hear your thoughts quite so clearly if I could help it. You give off your thoughts like the
sparks from a fire. You shine, Elaine. You shine with so much talent. When I learned how old you were
and that you had never been trained, I thought your abilities would be small. How else could the magic
have stayed so controlled for so long?тАЭ

His face was suddenly serious. He leaned toward her, and Elaine found herself moving closer to the
mage. тАЭThe strength of your will is fierce, Elaine. You did not want to be a mage, so you squashed the
magic down inside of you. You locked it away with pure, shining determination. If you could turn that
strength toward learning magic, you would be formidable. And you would learn quickly.тАЭ From inches
away, she stared into his eyes. He was whispering to her before the fire, a conspirator. His power glided
over her skin like wind. The hairs on the back of her neck and along her arms rose. Her skin crept with