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

тАЬDo it doubly, this morning. IтАЩve received an omen.тАЭ

Branoic turned even colder than the brisk morning wind would explain. As he led the horses away, he
was glad that he was going to be riding out with the prince rather than stuck home with his tame sorcerer.



All winter Nevyn had been wondering when the king in Cerrmor would die, but he didnтАЩt get the news
until that very day, just before the spring equinox. The night before, it had rained over Dun Drwloc,
dissolving the last pockets of snow in the shade of the walls and leaving pools of brown mud in their
stead. About two hours beforenoon, when the sky started clearing in earnest, the old man climbed to the
ramparts and looked out over the slate-gray lake, choppy in the chill wind. He was troubled, wondering
why heтАЩd received no news from Cerrmor in five months. With those who followed the dark dweomer
keeping a watch on the dun, heтАЩd been afraid to contact other dweomermasters through the fire in case
they were overheard, but now he was considering taking the risk. All the omens indicated that the time
was ripe for King GlynтАЩs Wyrd to come upon him.

Yet, as he stood there debating, he got his news in a way that he had never expected. Down below in
the ward there was a whooping and a clatter that broke his concentration. In extreme annoyance he
turned on the rampart and looked down to see Maryn galloping through the gates at the head of his
squad of ten men. The prince was holding something shiny in his right hand and waving it about as he
pulled his horse to a halt.

тАЬPage! Go find Nevyn right now!тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm up here, lad!тАЭ Nevyn called back. тАЬIтАЩll come down.тАЭ
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тАЬDonтАЩt! IтАЩll come up. ItтАЩll be private that way.тАЭ

Maryn dismounted, tossed his reins to a page, and raced for the ladder. Over the winter he had grown
another two inches, and his voice had deepened as well, so that more and more he looked the perfect
figure of the king to be, blond and handsome with a far-seeing look in his gray eyes. Yet he was still lad
enough to shove whatever it was he was holding into his shirt and scramble up the ladder to the ramparts.
Nevyn could tell from the haunted look in his eyes that something had disturbed him.

тАЬWhatтАЩs all this, my liege?тАЭ

тАЬWe found somewhat, Nevyn, the silver daggers and me, I mean. After you saw us leave, we went
down the east-running road. It was about three miles from here that we found them.тАЭ

тАЬFound who?тАЭ

тАЬThe corpses. TheyтАЩd all been slain by the sword. There were three dead horses but only two men in the
road, but we found the third man out in a field, like heтАЩd tried to run away before they killed him.тАЭ