"Simon Hawke - Wizard 7 - The Wizard of Camelot" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawke Simon)

"In the morning?" I said, concerned that he had apparently invited himself to
spend the night.

"Yes, there will be plenty of time for us to talk, and I am looking forward
to
meeting your fine young daughters."

"Uh... well, I suppose I should clear the table and get the dishes done,"
Jenny
said. "Tom... could you help me in the kitchen?"

Before I could reply to Jenny's obvious invitation to a discreet conference
in
the kitchen, Merlin said, "Nonsense, I won't hear of it. You two go off to
bed.
I will take care of everything."

"We wouldn't want you to go to any trouble," Jenny said. "Besides, you're our
guest andтАФ"

"I insist," said Merlin. "Besides, it won't be any trouble at all. Now go,
off
with you, else your two young girls will run you ragged in the morning. And
don't concern yourselves about me. I shall manage excellently. Go on now, and
good night to you."

"Uh... good night," said Jenny, taking me by the arm and pulling me into our
bedroom. No sooner had she shut the door behind us than she turned to face me
with an expression of alarm. "Tom..."

"Yes, yes, I know," I said, "I'm a bit concerned about him, too."

' 'A bit concerned?'' she said.

"Well, he's quite mad, obviously, but he seems harmless. He's actually rather
charming in his own eccentric sort of way. I don't really think there's any
cause to worry. I still have my pistol, and there's the revolver in the night
stand, and the shotgun in the closet. Besides, we can't really turn him out,
can
we? He's an old man, and it's beastly out."

"Tom... what if he's truly... I mean, what if he really is who he says he
is?"
she asked.

"Oh, come on, you can't be serious!"
"What about the wood?" she asked, her eyes wide. "And what about all that
food?
Where on earth could it have come from? Unless you believe that I've been