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

тАШMy thanks, Your Holiness,тАЩ he said in his thin, dry voice. тАШI wanted to tell you personally that it
gladdens my heart that the Wolf clan will live.тАЩ

тАШAnd my thanks to you, good sir.тАЩ

He smiled and had a dainty sip of mead.

тАШNow, the King himself asked me to come speak to you,тАЩ he went on, stressing the words тАШthe King
himself. тАШHe has made an important decision, that Lord Gwetmar shall lay aside his allegiance to the
Alder clan and marry your sister.тАЩ

тАШSplendid!тАЩ Gweniver pledged him with her goblet. тАШNow all weтАЩve got to do is get Macla out of the
temple safely.тАЩ

тАШAh, I have further news on that. The King wishes you to fetch her soon. HeтАЩll be lending you and
Gwetmar two hundred men from his personal guard to add to your warbands.тАЩ

тАШBy the hells! Our liege is most generous.тАЩ

тАШSo he is. Lord Dannyn will accompany you at their head.тАЩ

Saddar paused, as if expecting some momentous reaction. Gweniver cocked her head to one side and
considered him.

тАШAh well,тАЩ the councillor said at last. тАШAnd what does Her Holiness think of Lord Dannyn, if I may
ask?тАЩ

тАШMy men tell me that heтАЩs splendid in battle, and truly, good sir, thatтАЩs all that matters to me.тАЩ

тАШIndeed?тАЩ

Something about the old manтАЩs smile made her remember the odd warning sheтАЩd received from the
Goddess, but still she said nothing.

тАШWell,тАЩ Saddar said, тАШitтАЩs not my place to question those of holy vows, my lady, but let me give you a
small warning from one whose long years at times make him frank. Lord Dannyn is a very impetuous
man. I would keep my eye on him, if I were you.тАЩ He paused to finish the mead in his goblet. тАШAh, it
gladdens my heart to see you here, Your Holiness. No doubt your Goddess has sent you as a mark of
Her favor to our king.тАЩ

тАШLetтАЩs hope not. Her favor is as dark and harsh as a blooded blade.тАЩ

SaddarтАЩs smile froze on his lips. In a moment he rose, made her a polite bow, and hurriedly took his
leave.

For some time, Gweniver thought over the councillorтАЩs oddly troubling words. She wanted to turn to
the Goddess and ask Her advice, but in truth, she was unsure of how to go about it. What she knew of
the Darktime rite was very little indeed, because very little had been preserved.

The temple priestesses knew several chants and rituals to be worked at the waning of the moon; there