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

тАЬWell, I mean, there must be some sort of rule or regular order to the way the changes come and go.тАЭ

Evandar merely looked at her, slack-mouthed and wondering. Dallandra considered and tried again.

тАЬWhat about bard lore? Would there be any old sayings about Time among your people?тАЭ

тАЬIn summer the sun runs fast as a girl through the sky,тАЭ he said and promptly. тАЬIn winter like an old
woman she goes halt and slow.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩve never noticed it being winter here.тАЭ

тАЬOh, but it has been. You can tell by the way Time limps. Now in the heat of the summer she moves like
a bird on the wing.тАЭ

тАЬтАЩAnd what about spring and autumn? Are there any sayings about them?

тАЬAbout spring, no, but thereтАЩs one day in the fall of the year when our time and their time coincides.тАЭ

тАЬAnd that is?тАЭ

тАЬIn the land of men, itтАЩs the day between years.тАЭ

тАЬA daybetween years? IтАЩve never heard of such a thing.тАЭ

He merely shrugged indifferently. They were sitting that eveningтАФor seemed to be sittingтАФon a grassy
hilltop, looking down into shifting mists that alternately covered, then revealed a plain crisscrossed by
rivers and dotted with thickets. Far off on the horizon a moon was rising, bloated and golden.

тАЬI donтАЩt understand why you wonтАЩt tell me what that word inside the ring means.тАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt understand why myself, but IтАЩm still not going to tell you.тАЭ He caught her hand and kissed it.
тАЬWhy do you want to help this human woman, anyway?тАЭ

тАЬBecause sheтАЩs going to help us. She promised me that sheтАЩd look after the child when itтАЩs born, and in
return, itтАЩs only common courtesy to help her find out what she needs to know.тАЭ

тАЬBut itтАЩs a riddle, and one of my best riddles, and IтАЩll not tell her the answer.тАЭ

For a moment she considered him, this strange creature who was in a stranger way her lover now.
Although he looked like an elf in most ways, his hair was the yellow of daffodils, no natural blond, his lips
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were as red as sour cherries, and his eyes were a startling turquoise-blue, as artificial as one of the colors
that elven craftsmen grind to decorate tents.

тАЬThis island to the south, now,тАЭ Evandar said in a moment. тАЬThat does interest me. Would you like to