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

тАЬI do, and with all my heart, Your Highness, I believe it will be very soon.тАЭ

тАЬI hope so. We canтАЩt go on like this much longer. IтАЩm going to have to marry him, you know. I hope he
wonтАЩt be too ugly, or old like Tieryn Elyc, but it doesnтАЩt truly matter. Cook says that all cats are gray in
the dark.тАЭ

тАЬI take it you and your mother will have no objections to such a match.тАЭ

тАЬMy poor mother! The only thing she ever objects to anymore is her wine jug running empty. And as for
me, well, if he really is the one true king of all Deverry, IтАЩd be awfully stupid to turn him down, wouldnтАЩt
I? I donтАЩt want to molder here the rest of my life.тАЭ

тАЬYour Highness has a very direct and refreshing way of expressing herself, and I think, if I may speak so
boldly, that youтАЩre going to make an excellent queen.тАЭ

тАЬMy thanks, good sir. YouтАЩre the only one who seems to think so.тАЭ With a sigh she rested her chin on
one hand and looked away out to the floor of the hall, where the men were drinking and laughing over
their perennial dice games. тАЬBut then, weтАЩve got a lot in common. YouтАЩre named тАШno one,тАЩ and I was
never properly born.тАЭ

тАЬWhat, Your Highness?тАЭ

тАЬI was born on SamaenтАФjust after sunset, the worst time of all. The midwife sat on my motherтАЩs legs to
try to stop me coming so soon, and when that didnтАЩt work she tried to shove me back in, but my mother
hurt so bad that she made her stop shoving. So the midwife ran screaming out of the chamber and my
motherтАЩs serving women had to deliver me. They had all sorts of priests in and everything to bless me
straightaway so the Wildfolk or the dead spirits couldnтАЩt get me. I donтАЩt remember any of that, of course.
They told me when I was older.тАЭ
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тАЬThatтАЩs an amazing tale! But you know, children are born on Samaen every now and then. Most of them
are quite ordinary, too.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩve always felt quite ordinary, actually.тАЭ She pinched her wrist. тАЬRather solid, donтАЩt you think?тАЭ

тАЬIt looks that way to me, Your Highness.тАЭ

By then the pages and serving lasses were bringing round baskets of bread and plates of cold meats and
cheeses along with goblets of mead for the noble-born and ale for their men, including, of course, the
mercenaries who belonged to ElycтАЩs foster brother. Bellyra took a slice of ham and nibbled on it while
she considered the regent and the captain, who were discussing old times with a deliberate intensity, as if
they were trying to keep the present moment far away. Every now and then one of them would hit the
other on the shoulder or arm, which she took as meaning they truly loved each other. Nevyn coughed
politely to regain her attention.

тАЬHave there been many omens of the coming of the true king, Your Highness?тАЭ