"Katherine Kerr - Deverry 02 - Darkspell" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kerr Katherine)

тАШUh well.тАЩ Ricyn looked oddly embarrassed. тАШThereтАЩs just somewhat about the old man that makes
you respect him.тАЩ

тАШIndeed? Out with it! I can tell youтАЩre hiding somewhat.тАЩ

тАШWell, my lady, everyone says heтАЩs dweomer, and I half believe it myself.тАЩ

тАШOh nonsense!тАЩ

тАШItтАЩs not, my lady. Here, the KingтАЩs been known to go down to old NevynтАЩs garden and talk with him
for hours.тАЩ

тАШAnd does that mean heтАЩs dweomer? No doubt the King needs to lay aside affairs of state from time
and time, and the old man probably just amuses him or suchlike.тАЩ

тАШIf my lady says so.тАЩ But it was plain that he didnтАЩt believe a word of what she said.

At this point Nevyn himself walked over with a friendly greeting for Ricyn, who promptly bowed to
him. When the old man looked at Gweniver, his eyes turned as ice cold as the north wind and seemed to
pierce into her very soul. Suddenly she was sure that she knew him, that in some strange way sheтАЩd been
waiting to find him, that her entire life had led her here to this shabby herbman. Then the feeling faded,
and he gave her a pleasant smile.

тАШGood morrow, my lady,тАЩ he said. тАШYour fame has spread through the whole dun.тАЩ

тАШHas it now?тАЩ Gweniver still felt shaken. тАШWell, I suppose that gladdens my heart.тАЩ

тАШWell, a Moon-sworn warriorтАЩs a rare thing, but truly, the times are dark enough for Her of the
Sword-Struck Heart.тАЩ

Gweniver frankly stared. How did a man know that secret name? Nevyn bowed gravely to her.

тАШYouтАЩll excuse me, Your Holiness. I have to make sure those pages unpack the herbs carefully. No
doubt weтАЩll meet again.тАЩ

When he strolled away, Gweniver stared after him for a long time. Finally she turned to Ricyn.

тАШOh well and good, then, Captain,тАЩ she snapped. тАШHeтАЩs dweomer, sure enough.тАЩ

At about the same time, the King was sitting in council in the narrow council chamber, which was bare
except for a long table and a parchment map of Deverry on the stone wall. At the head of the table, Glyn
sat in a high-backed chair draped with the ceremonial plaid of the kingship. Dannyn sat at his right, and
the councillors in their black robes perched on stools like crows around spilled grain. This particular
morning, the King had invited Amain, high priest of Bel in Cerrmor, to attend. While the councillors rose
one at a time to give solemn advice on matters of war, Dannyn stared out the window and thought of
other things, because the real decisions would be hammered out later between the King and his
warrior-vassals. Toward the end of the meeting, though, the discussion hit upon a matter that caught
DannynтАЩs attention. Saddar, an old man with white side whiskers and trembling chin, rose and bowed to
the King.