"Elizabeth Haydon - Symphony of Ages - Threshold" - читать интересную книгу автора (Haydon Elizabeth)

The captain shook his head. тАЬNo word. But if they were going to the Wyrmlands, I fear there will never
be word from them again. That place is not part of the Known World for a reason.тАЭ He glanced around
nervously.

тАЬDo you have word of my family?тАЭ Hector asked.

тАЬI am told your wife and son are safe in Manosse. And your daughter as wellтАФyour child has been born,
safe and healthy, I am to tell you.тАЭ

тАЬDo you know what name she was given?тАЭ

тАЬNo, but your wife apparently said that you do.тАЭ

тАЬAnd my fatherтАФhe is well? And his ship?тАЭ

Flynt looked away. тАЬHe survived the trip. His ship remained intact, I am told.тАЭ

Hector and Anais exchanged a glance of relief; the news boded well for AnaisтАЩs family, who had traveled
with HectorтАЩs, though it was clear the captain was leaving something out.

тАЬTell me of my father, whatever it is you have not said,тАЭ Hector asked. тАЬIs he ill?тАЭ

тАЬNot to my knowledge.тАЭ The sea captain gestured nervously to the crew of his longboat, who took up
oars and rowed toward the shore, then turned his attention back to the young man.

тАЬYour father stands vigil in the sea, Sir Hector. Once what remained of the Second Fleet was docked,
and his duty discharged, he went to the peninsula of Sithgraid, the southernmost tip of Manosse, and
waded into the surf. It is said that he stands there, night into day into night again, refusing sustenance and
company from any but your wife and son. When the baron asked your wife what he is doing, she merely
said that he is waiting.тАЭ

Hector absorbed the words in silence, gazing off to the eastern horizon. тАЬThank you.тАЭ

Impatience won its battle for control of the sea captain. тАЬAll right, then, Sir Hector; IтАЩve delivered my
news. As I have told you, I have come to take the last souls who wish to leave before the Island
succumbs. Gather them.тАЭ

As if hearing the words for the first time, Hector turned and looked intently at Flynt, then nodded.
тАЬVery well.тАЭ



тАЬOpen the gate, Sevirym.тАЭ

The young soldier looked doubtful as his gaze ran up the massive entranceway to the empty guard towers
on either side. He stared at the wall that encircled the Gated City, and, noting no one walking atop it,
grasped hold of the rusted handle and pulled with all his strength.

The heavy wooden gate, bound in brass, swung open silently.