"Kay, Guy Gavriel - Fionavar Tapestry 1 - The Summer Tree" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kay Guy Gavriel)

УSong,Ф the aggrieved troubadour said, Уis a gift to men from the immortal gods.Ф
УNot the way you sing, Tegid,Ф his critic snapped. Loren was suppressing a smile, Kim saw. Kevin snorted with laughter.
УShipyard lout,Ф the one called Tegid retorted, not quietly. УYou betray your ignorance. Those who were there will never forget my singing that night in the Great Hall at Seresh. I had them weeping, I had\a151Ф
УI \iwas\i there, you clown! I was sitting beside you. And IТve still got stains on my green doublet from when they started throwing fruit at you.Ф
УPoltroons! What can you expect in Seresh? But the battle after, the brave fight in that same hall! Even though wounded, I rallied our\a151Ф
УWounded?Ф Hilarity and exasperation vied for mastery in the other speakerТs voice. УA tomato in the eye is hardly\a151Ф
УHold it, Coll.Ф The third man spoke for the first tune. And in the room Loren and Matt exchanged a glance. УThereТs a guard just ahead,Ф the light, controlling voice went on. УIТll deal with him. Wait for a minute after I go in, then take Tegid to the last room on the left. And keep him quiet, or by the river blood of Lisen, I \iwill\i be disinherited.Ф
Matt stepped quickly into the hallway. УGood even, Prince.Ф He raised his dagger in salute. A vein of blue glittered in the light. УThere is no guard here now. He has gone to bring your father\a151Silvercloak has just returned with four people who have crossed. You had best move Tegid to a safe place very fast.Ф
УS\a246ren? Welcome home,Ф said the Prince, walking forward. УColl, take him quickly.Ф
УQuickly?Ф Tegid expostulated. УGreat Tegid moves at his own pace. He deigns not to hide from minions and vassals. He confronts them with naked steel of Rhoden and the prodigious armor of his wrath. He\a151Ф
УTegid,Ф the Prince said with extreme softness, Уmove now, and sharply, or I will have you stuffed through a window and dropped to the courtyard. Prodigiously.Ф
There was a silence. УYes, my lord,Ф the reply came, surprisingly meek. As they moved past the doorway Kim caught a glimpse of an enormously fat man, and another, muscled but seeming small beside him, before a third figure appeared in the entranceway, haloed by the wall torch in the corridor. \iDiarmuid\i, she had time to remember. They call him Diarmuid. The younger son.
And then she found herself staring.
All his life Diarmuid dan Ailell had been doing that to people. Supporting himself with a beringed hand upon the wall, he leaned lazily in the doorway and accepted LorenТs bow, surveying them all. Kim, after a moment, was able to isolate some of the qualities: the lean, graceful build, high cheekbones in an over-refined face, a wide, expressive mouth, registering languid amusement just then, the jewelled hands, and the eyes . . . the cynical, mocking expression in the very blue eyes of the KingТs Heir in the High Kingdom. It was hard to judge his age; close to her own, she guessed.
УThank you, Silvercloak,Ф he said. УA timely return and a timely warning.Ф
УIt is folly to defy your father for Tegid,Ф Loren began. УIt is a matter far too trivial\a151Ф
Diarmuid laughed. УAdvising me again? Already? A crossing hasnТt changed you, Loren. There are reasons, there are reasons . . .Фhe murmured vaguely.
УI doubt it,Ф the mage replied. УOther than perversity and South Keep wine.Ф
УGood reasons, both,Ф Diarmuid agreed, flashing a smile. УWho,Ф he said, in a very different tone, Уhave you brought for Metran to parade tomorrow?Ф Loren, seemingly used to this, made the introductions gravely. Kevin, named first, bowed formally. Paul followed suit, keeping his eyes on those of the Prince. Kim merely nodded. And Jennifer\a151
УA peach!Ф exclaimed Diarmuid dan Ailell. УSilvercloak, you have brought me a peach to nibble.Ф He moved forward then, the jewellery at wrist and throat catching the torchlight, and, taking JenniferТs hand, bowed very low and kissed it.
Jennifer Lowell, not predisposed by character or environment to suffer this sort of thing gladly, let him have it as he straightened.
УAre you always this rude?Ф she asked. And there was no warmth in the voice at all, or in the green eyes. It stopped him for an instant only. УAlmost always,Ф he answered affably. УI do have some redeeming qualities, though I can never remember what theyТre supposed to be. IТll wager,Ф he went on, in a swift change of mood, Уthat Loren is shaking his head behind my back right now in tragic disapproval.Ф Which happened to be true. УAh well, then,Ф he continued, turning to look at the frowning mage, УI suppose IТm expected to apologize now?Ф
He grinned at LorenТs sober agreement, then turned once more to Jennifer. УI am sorry, sweetling. Drink and a long ride this afternoon. You are quite extravagantly beautiful, and have probably dealt with worse intrusions before. Indulge me.Ф It was prettily done. Jennifer, somewhat bemused, found she could only manage a nod. Which succeeded in provoking yet another sublimely mocking smile. She flushed, angry again.
Loren cut in sharply. УYou are behaving badly, Diarmuid, and you know it.Ф
УEnough!Ф the Prince snapped. УDonТt push me, Loren.Ф The two men exchanged a tense look.
When Diarmuid spoke again, though, it was in a milder tone. УI did apologize, Loren, do me some justice.Ф After a moment, the mage nodded.
УFair enough,Ф he said. УWe donТt have time to quarrel, in any case. I need your help. Two things. A svart attacked us in the world from which I brought these people. It followed Matt and me, and it was wearing a vellin stone.Ф
УAnd the other thing?Ф Diarmuid was instantly attentive, drunk as he was.
УThere was a fifth person who crossed with us. We lost him. He is in Fionavar\a151but I donТt know where. I need him found, and I would much prefer that Gorlaes not know of him.Ф
УObviously. How do you know he is here?Ф
УKimberly was our hook. She says she had him.Ф
Diarmuid turned to fix Kim with an appraising stare. Tossing her hair back she met the look, and the expression in her own eyes was more than a little hostile.
Turning without reaction, the Prince walked to the window and looked out in silence. The waning moon had risen\a151overly large, but Jennifer, also gazing out, did not notice that.
УIt hasnТt rained while you were gone, by the way,Ф said Diarmuid. УWe have other things to talk about. Matt,Ф he continued crisply, УColl is in the last room on the left. Make sure Tegid is asleep, then brief him. A description of the fifth person. Tell Coll IТll speak with him later.Ф Wordlessly, Matt slipped from the room.
УNo rain at all?Ф Loren asked softly. УNone.Ф УAnd the crops?Ф
Diarmuid raised an eyebrow without bothering to answer. LorenТs face seemed molded of fatigue and concern. УAnd the King?Ф he asked, almost reluctantly.
Diarmuid paused this time before answering. УNot well. He wanders sometimes. He was apparently talking to my mother last night during dinner in the Great Hall. Impressive, wouldnТt you say, five years past her death?Ф
Loren shook his head. УHe has been doing that for some time, though not in public before. Is there . . . is there word of your brother?Ф
УNone.Ф The answer this tune was very swift. A strained silence followed. \iHis name is not to be spoken\i, Kevin remembered and, looking at the Prince, wondered.
УThere was a Gathering,Ф Diarmuid said. УSeven nights past at the full of the moon. A secret one. They invoked the Goddess as Dana, and there was blood.Ф
У\iNo!\iФ The mage made a violent gesture. УThat is going too far. Who summoned it?Ф
DiarmuidТs wide mouth crooked slightly. УHerself, of course,Ф he said.
УJaelle?Ф
УJaelle.Ф
Loren began pacing the room. УShe will cause trouble, I know it!Ф
УOf course she will. She means to. And my father is too old to deal with it. Can you see Ailell on the Summer Tree now?Ф And there was a new thing in the light voice\a151a deep, coruscating bitterness.
УI never could, Diarmuid.Ф The mageТs tone had suddenly gone soft. He stopped his pacing beside the Prince. УWhatever power lies in the Tree is outside my province. And JaelleТs, too, though she would deny it. You have heard my views on this. Blood magic, I fear, takes more than it gives back.Ф
УSo we sit,Ф Diarmuid snarled, stiff anger cracking through, Уwe sit while the wheat burns up in fields all over Brennin! Fine doings for a would-be royal house!Ф
УMy lord PrinceФ\a151the use of the title was careful, admonitory\a151Уthis is no ordinary season, and you do not need me to tell you that. Something unknown is at work, and not even JaelleТs midnight invocations will redress the balance, until we touch what lies beneath.Ф
Diarmuid sank into one of the chairs, gazing blankly at the dim tapestry opposite the window. The wall torches had almost burnt out, leaving the room webbed with lighter and darker shadows. Leaning against the window ledge, Jennifer thought that she could almost see the threads of tension snaking through the darkened spaces. \iWhat am I doing here\i, she thought. Not for the last time. A movement on the other side of the chamber caught her eye, and she turned to see Paul Schafer looking at her. He gave a small, unexpectedly reassuring smile. \iAnd I donТt understand him, either\i, she thought, somewhat despairingly.