"Katherine Kerr - Deverry 06 - A Time Of Omens" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kerr Katherine)тАЬOh, we tossed it back. WasnтАЩt one of our ships.тАЭ
тАЬI see. So, then, it must have come from somewhere to the south?тАЭ тАЬMost likely. And then thereтАЩs the bubbles, too. Down on the southern beaches, sometimes you find these glass bubbles after a storm.тАЭ He cupped his massive hands. тАЬAbout so big. Bad luck to break one. The priests say there must be evil spirits trapped inside. But someone must have blown the glass and trapped the spirits.тАЭ тАЬI donтАЩt suppose youтАЩd be interested in sailing south someday, just to find out what lies that way.тАЭ тАЬNot on your life!тАЭ тАЬNot even if someone paid you well?тАЭ Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html тАЬNot even then. You canтАЩt spend coin down Hades way, can you? That storm took us about as far as a man can sail and still get himself home again, and we all came cursed near to starving to death before we made port.тАЭ The way he shook his head, and the edge of fear wedging into his voice, made it plain that not all the persuasion in the world was going to change his mind. Jill stood him to another cup of wine in thanks for jests back and forth and all round the circle, dancing through their work, so happyтАФso relieved, reallyтАФthat she couldnтАЩt bear to spoil their celebration. She would wait to talk with Salamander on the morrow, she decided тАЬEba├▒y?тАЭ she called out. тАЬIтАЩm going back to the inn. This tripтАЩs wrung me out.тАЭ He tossed a length of rope into a wagon and hurried over, peering at her in the flickering torchlight. He himself looked exhausted, streaming with sweat, his eyes pools of dark shadow. тАЬJill, are you well? Lately youтАЩve looked so pale.тАЭ тАЬItтАЩs the heat.тАЭ As she spoke, she realized the grim truth of it. тАЬIтАЩm not used to it, and IтАЩm not as young as I used to be, you know. And it seems to be taking its toll on you, as well.тАЭ He nodded his agreement and ran both hands through his sweaty hair to slick it back from his face. тАЬDonтАЩt stay up too late yourself, my friend,тАЭ Jill said. тАЬAs for me, I think IтАЩll go have some of that watered wine or winy water or whatever it is, and then just go to bed.тАЭ She was so exhausted that once she lay down in her inn chamber, she fell straight asleep and never even heard the entire troupe clattering in, an hour or so later. In the middle of the night, though, Jill woke in a puddle of sweat. Since the window was a patch of black only slightly grayer than the room itself, she could assume that the moon had already set but the dawn |
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