"Kay, Guy Gavriel - Last Light Of The Sun" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kay Guy Gavriel)

at both windows, and over against the far wall on a long table. It
was warmer than he'd expected. He saw his vest lying on a second
table in the middle of the room, among a clutter of objects:
conjuring bones, a stone dagger, a small hammer, a carving of
Th№nir, a tree branch, twigs, soapstone pots of various sizes.
There were herbs strewn everywhere, lying on the table, others in
pots and bags on the other long surface against the wall. There
was a chair on top of that table at the back, and two blocks of wood
in front of it, for steps. He had no idea what that meant. He saw a
skull on the nearer table. Kept his face impassive.

"Why take a dead man's horse, Bern Thorkellson?"

Bern jumped, no chance of concealing it. His heart hammered. The
voice came from the most shadowed corner of the room, near the
back, to his right. Smoke drifted from a candle, recently
extinguished. A bed there, a woman sitting upon it. They said she
drank blood, the volur, that her spirit could leave her body and
converse with spirits. That her curse killed. That she was past a
hundred years old and knew where the Volgan's sword was.

"How . . . how do you know what I . . . ?" he stammered. Foolish
question. She even knew his name.

She laughed at him. A cold laughter. He could have been in his
straw right now, Bern thought, a little desperately. Sleeping. Not
here.

"What power could I claim, Bern Thorkellson, if I didn't know that
much of someone come in the night?"

He swallowed.

She said, "You hated him so much? Thinshank?"

Bern nodded. What point denying?

"I had cause," he said.

"Indeed," said the seer. "Many had cause. He married your mother,
did he not?"

"That isn't why," Bern said.

She laughed again. "No? Do you hate your father also?" He
swallowed again. He felt himself beginning to sweat. "A clever
man, Thorkell Einarson."

Bern snorted bitterly, couldn't help it. "Oh, very. Exiled himself,
ruined his family, lost his land."