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

тАЬThere have indeed, good sir. LetтАЩs see, Elyc talks about them all the time, so I should be able to
remember them. First of all, heтАЩs supposed to come before the last full moon before Beltane, which
means heтАЩd better get here soon, because thatтАЩs tomorrow night. And then heтАЩs supposed to be from the
west, but not from Eldidd. And then thereтАЩs lots of stuff about stallions running before him or bearing him,
which I think is truly odd, because no one rides a stallion as a battle horse. HeтАЩs supposed to come in an
army thatтАЩs not an army, be a man but not a manтАФтАЭ

тАЬUh, excuse me?тАЭ

тАЬOdd, isnтАЩt it? I mean, either youтАЩre a man or youтАЩre a woman, and thereтАЩs not a lot in between, is
there? But omens are that way sometimes. LetтАЩs see, what else? Some say heтАЩll come as practically a
beggar to his own gates, which I guess means Dun Cerrmor . . . тАЭ She paused, struck all at once by a
number of odd things. тАЬHere! They say no one will be his herald.тАЭ

тАЬDo they indeed?тАЭ

тАЬThey do, at that. And a mercenary troop is an army that isnтАЩt an army, and that full moon is tomorrow
night, isnтАЩt it?тАЭ She looked out over the hall, found herself staring at each mercenary in turn as her heart
started to pound. She knew that Nevyn was smiling, but she was afraid to look at the old man for fear
heтАЩd break her hopes again. тАЬA man that isnтАЩt a man? What about someone whoтАЩs still a lad but who
rides with the men and fights like one. He doesnтАЩt even have a beard yet, does he?тАЭ

тАЬWho, Your Highness?тАЭ

тАЬThat blond lad over there at the last table, the one whoтАЩs sitting next to that great big tall fellow with the
scar on his face and not talking to anyone. Do you know his name?тАЭ

тАЬThe tall fellowтАЩs?тАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt mean him. DonтАЩt tease, Nevyn. WhoтАЩs that lad?тАЭ

тАЬHis name is Maryn. ItтАЩs a common name in Pyrdon, where heтАЩs from.тАЭ

тАЬThe Pyrdon blazonтАЩs a stallion.тАЭ
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тАЬIt is, truly.тАЭ

Her heart was pounding so badly that she felt it might thud into her mouth and keep her from speaking.

тАЬWhat made you pick out that lad?тАЭ the old man said, and his voice had dropped to a whisper.

тАЬI donтАЩt know. Or, you know, I think heтАЩs been looking at me.тАЭ

тАЬHe has, truly. Her highness is a very beautiful lass.тАЭ

тАЬOh, donтАЩt flatter! I know IтАЩm plain.тАЭ