"Jordan, Robert - Wheel of Time 09 - Winter's Heart" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jordan Robert)first time. Her face went crimson as Dyelin eyed her
curiously. They had put it about that Birgitte was from Kandor, where country women wore something like her clothes, yet Dyelin clearly suspected the lie. And every time Birgitte let her tongue slip, she came closer to letting her secret slip, too. Elayne shot her a look that promised a talking-to, later. She would not have thought BirgitteТs cheeks could get any redder. Mortification drowned everything else in the bond, flooding through until Elayne felt her own face coloring. Quickly she put on a stern expression, hoping her crimson cheeks would pass for something other than an intense desire to squirm in her seat with BirgitteТs humiliation. That mirroring effect could be more than merely inconvenient! Dyelin wasted only a moment on Birgitte. Tucking her handkerchief back in its place, she carefully set her cup back on the tray then planted her hands on her hips. Her face was a thunderhead, now. УThe Guards have always been the core of AndorТs army, Elayne, but thisЕ.LightТs mercy, this is madness! You could turn every hand against you from the River Erinin to the Mountains of Mist!Ф Elayne focused on calm. If she was wrong, Andor would become another Cairhien, another blood-soaked land filled with chaos. And she would die, of course, a price not high enough to meet the cost. Not trying was unthinkable, and in any case Composed, steely calm. A queen could not show herself afraid, even when she was. Especially when she was. Her mother had always said to explain decisions as seldom as possible; the more often you explained, the more explanations were necessary, until they were all you had time for. Gareth Bryne said to explain if you could; your people did better if they knew the why as well as the what. Today, she would follow Gareth Bryne. A good many victories had been won following him. УI have three declared challengers.Ф And maybe one not declared. She made herself meet DyelinТs gaze. Not angrily; just eyes meeting eyes. Or maybe Dyelin did take it for anger, with her jaw tight and her face flushed. If so, so be it. УBy herself, Arymilla is negligible, but Nasin has joined House Caeren To her, and whether or not heТs sane, his support means she must be considered. Naean and Elenia are imprisoned; their armsmen are not. NaeanТs people may dither and argue until they find a leader, but Jarid is High Seat of Sarand, and he will take chances to feed his wifeТs ambition. House Baryn and House Anshar flirt with both; the best I can hope for is that one goes with Sarand and one with Arawn. Nineteen Houses in Andor are strong enough that smaller Houses will follow where they lead. Six are arrayed against me, and I have two.Ф Six so far, and the Light send she had two! She |
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