"Katherine Kerr - Deverry 06 - A Time Of Omens" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kerr Katherine)тАЬI should have thought that such would be obvious after all these years.тАЭ
She knew him well enough to know that he was skirting the edge of a lie. тАЬWell here, consider this.тАЭ Salamander spoke quickly, before she could pin him down. тАЬWasnтАЩt your father the greatest swordsman in all Deverry? DidnтАЩt he gain great glory for himself wherever he rodeтАФthe silver dagger, the lowly outcast of a silver dagger, who put the best fighting men in the kingdom to shame? But did he relish that life? Did he revel in his glory and his position? Far from it!тАЭ тАЬWell, true spoken. What are you driving at?тАЭ тАЬOnly that a man may have great skill and talent and not give a pigтАЩs fart about the life they lead him to.тАЭ тАЬAnd do you feel that way about the dweomer?тАЭ тАЬNot exactly, literally, precisely, or even in substance. A mere example only.тАЭ But at that exact moment his thumb slipped on the knife, and he sliced his hand. With a yelp he tossed both bird and blade onto the wagon bed and started cursing himself and his clumsiness. Blood welled and ran. тАЬYouтАЩd better let me bind that for you,тАЭ Jill said. тАЬI hope that wretched knife was clean.тАЭ тАЬDoesnтАЩt matter. The cutтАЩs deep enough to wash itself out.тАЭ accident and its unconscious confession only to curse herself for not seeing the meaning at the time. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Among the Host, EvandarтАЩs people, Dallandra searched on a sunny day through a meadow, bright with flowers of red and gold. In their bright clothes and golden jewelry, the Host too bloomed like flowers amid the tall green grass, and as always, their exact numbers eluded her. Even in the sunlight of a summer noon, shadow wrapped them round, blurring the boundaries that define a person for us in our world. Out of the corner of her eye she would see a pair of young girls, sitting gossiping on the grass, turn to look and find a bevy giggling together, then rising to run away like a flock of birds taking flight. Or it would seem that under the shade of an enormous tree a band of minstrels played, their conjoint music so sweet that it pierced her heart, yet she would find but one man with a single lute. Like flames in a fire or ripples in a stream, they became distinct and separate only to fall back again and meld. Some of the Host, though, remained discrete, with minds and personalities of their own. Evandar himself, of course, and his daughter, Elessario, were the two she knew best, but there were others, men and women both, who wore names and faces like a mark of honor. In the dancing sunlight they waved in greeting or called out some pleasant remark as she made her way across. тАЬHave you seen Elessario?тАЭ she would ask, but always the answer was no. By the meadowтАЩs edge a river flowed, and at that moment it flowed broad and smooth. At other times |
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