"Hawke, Simon - Iron Throne" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawke Simon)

"Is it possible you have forgotten?"

"I must confess, I have," Cylvain replied. "What cause had I to take
offense?"

"Sylvanna," Aedan said.

"Oh, that," said Gylvain with a sudden look of comprehension. "I never
took offense. I merely disapproved."

"Of me," said Aedan.

Gylvain shook his head. "No, of the situation, not of YOU."

Aedan turned, biting his lower lip, and stared pensively out the window.
"How is she?"

"Well."

"As beautiful as ever?"

"She has changed but little."

Aedan stood silent for a moment. "Does she ever speak of me?"

"Yes, often."

"Truly?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

Aedan turned. "No, you never have. You were

always a true friend. But I had thought I crossed the boundaries of our
friendship with Sylvanna."

"True friendship knows no boundaries," Gylvain replied. "The only
boundaries you had crossed were those of reason. I tried to make you
see that, but you were thinking with your heart and not your mind. It
was the only time I ever knew you to be just like Michael."

"Had you told me that back then, I would have considered it the greatest
compliment," said Aedan.

"I wanted so to be like him."

"Be grateful you were not."

Aedan snorted. "There was a time I would have bridled at a remark like