"Robert Jordan - The Wheel of Time 9.5 - Snow - Prolouge to Winter's Heart" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jordan Robert)

walls were all lit. Fierce gusts rattled the casements set into the tall arched

windows, Flashes of lightning lit the clear glass panes, and thunder boomed hollowly

overhead. Thunder snow, the worst kind of winter storm, the most violent. The room

was not precisely cold, but.... Spreading her fingers in front of the logs crackling

in the broad marble fireplace, she could still feel a chill rising through the

carpets layered over the floor tiles, and through her thickest velvet slippers, too.

The wide black fox collar and cuffs on her red-and-white gown were pretty, but she

was not sure they added any more to its warmth than the pearls on the sleeves.

Refusing to let the cold touch her did not mean she was unaware.

Where was Nynaeve? And Vandene? Her thoughts snarled like the weather. They should

be here already! Light! I wish I could learn to go without sleep, and they take

their sweet time! No, that was unfair. Her formal claim for the Lion Throne was only

a few days old, and for her, everything else had to take second place for the time

being. Nynaeve and Vandene had other priorities; other responsibilities, as they saw

them. Nynaeve was up to her neck planning with Reanne and the rest of the Knitting

Circle how to spirit Kinswomen out of Seanchan-controlled lands before they were

discovered and collared. The Kin were very good at staying low, but the Seanchan

would not just pass them by for wilders the way Aes Sedai always had, Supposedly,

Vandene was still shaken by her sister's murder, barely eating and hardly able to

give advice of any sort. The barely eating part was true, but finding the killer

consumed her. Supposedly walking the halls in grief at odd hours, she was secretly

hunting the Darkfriend among them, Three days earlier, just the thought of that

could make Elayne shiver; now, it was one danger among many. More intimate than

most, true, but only most.

They were doing important tasks, approved and encouraged by Egwene, but she still