"Katherine Kerr - Deverry 06 - A Time Of Omens" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kerr Katherine)

A feeling that, it turned out, was well justified. Hand in hand they drifted down from the hilltop to find the
Host feasting in the meadowlands. It seemed a huge pavilion of cloth-of-gold, hung with blue banners,
sheltered rows of long tablets, set with candles in silver candelabra, but once inside Dallandra realized
that she could look through the roof and see stars, spread in the long drift of theSnowy Road. Music
floated over the talk and laughter as they made their way through the tables and asked for his child. None
had seen her. All at once the pavilion changed, grew stone inside the cloth, the meadow crisping into
straw, the banners transmuting to faded tapestries. Out of the comer of her eye Dallandra thought she
saw fire leaping in a huge stone hearth, yet when she looked straight at it, she saw only the moon, rising
through a mullioned window.

тАЬCome with me.тАЭ Evandar tugged her hand so hard that he nearly dragged her away. тАЬI donтАЩt like this.тАЭ

At the back door they found Elessario, dres sed in a long tunic of blue, kirtled at the waist with a silver,
white, and green plaid. In her hands she carried a loaf of bread, which she offered to an old beggar
woman, all gnarled hands and brown rags, leaning on a bit of stick.

тАЬMother, Mother,тАЭ the child was saying. тАЬWhy wonтАЩt you come in and feast?тАЭ

тАЬNo more am I welcome in your fatherтАЩs hall. Child, canтАЩt you see that they plot your death? Come
away, come with me to safety. Better the life of a beggar on the roads than this murderous luxury.тАЭ

тАЬMiother, no, they mean to give us life, true life, the like of which weтАЩve never had before.тАЭ

The old woman spat onto the ground.

тАЬTouching, Alshandra, very touching,тАЭ Evandar said suddenly. тАЬTruly, you should go be born into
Deverry and grow into a bard.тАЩ

With a howl of rage the beggar woman rose up, shedding her rags like water dripping, dressed now in a
deerskin tunic and boots; her stick became a hunting bow, and her hair flowed gold over her shoulders.
Dimly, at the margins of her sight, Dallandra realized that the stone broch behind them had disappeared,
and that the cloth-of-gold pavilion glimmered in the moonlight in its stead.

тАЬMy curse upon you, Evandar!тАЭ Alshandra snarled. тАЬA motherтАЩs curse upon you and your elven whore
both!тАЭ

тАЬWith a gust of wind and a swirl of dry leaves from some distant forestтАЩs floor, she disappeared.
Evandar rubbed his chin and sighed.

тАЬShe always could be a bit tiresome,тАЭ he remarked. тАЬElli, come with us. IтАЩve a lesson to give Dallandra,
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and IтАЩm not leaving you here alone.тАЭ