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

"How can you not?" I countered. "This is crazy! I keep thinking there has to
be
some rational explanation for all this, but I can't dismiss the evidence of
my
own senses. Unless I've gone completely mad, as well."

"Then I must be mad, too," said Jenny. "You saw him come out of that tree,
didn't you?''

"I saw him standing where the lightning struck," I said. "That's not quite
the
same thing."

"Where else could he have come from? And why else does he look the way he
does?"
"Jenny, I have absolutely no idea. I was not exactly in a rational state of
mind. I don't know what's happening! I can't explain it, but there has to be
some explanation that makes sense!"

"I'd love to hear it,'' she replied.

"God, so would I!"

"I won't be able to sleep a wink," she said.

"Neither will I," I said, and then I yawned, suddenly.

Jenny yawned as well. "How could anyone possibly sleep at a time like this?"

"Damned if I know," I replied, but my eyelids unaccountably felt extremely
heavy.

"I do feel tired, though," said Jenny wearily. "It's been quite a day. I
think
perhaps I'll just lay down for a little while."

"Yes, good idea," I said, yawning again. "We don't have to sleep. We can talk
and try to make some sense of all this."

We both lay down on the bed, but we did not do any talking. Intense
exhaustion
seemed to overwhelm us and, within moments, Jenny was fast asleep. As I
drifted
off myself, I seemed to hear the bedroom door open softly, and then someone
covered us up with a blanket. I thought I heard a voice say, "Problems are
best
solved in the morning," and then I remember nothing more.

In the morning, I awoke to the high-pitched sound of girlish laughter and the