"Katherine Kerr - Deverry 11 - The Fire Dragon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kerr Katherine) тАШI see. To tell you the truth, IтАЩm just as glad. IтАЩd be terrified if I could
see - well, you know - someoneтАЩs death.тАЩ тАШJust so.тАЩ Nevyn hesitated, thinking. It was likely that if grave harm befell either the prince or her betrothed, she would know, no matter how far away she was. He decided that worrying her the more would serve no purpose and changed the subject. тАШI need to be on my way. The prince is holding a council - at noon, he said, so I suppose IтАЩd better get myself there. He stood up, stretching his arms above his head. тАШYou may finish the lesson I set you from the dweomer book. тАШThose awful lists?тАЩ тАШI realize that the memory work is tedious.тАЩ Nevyn arranged a mock- fierce expression. тАШBut those calls and invocations will come in handy some fine day. Learn that first page for today.тАЩ тАШI do understand. IтАЩve got part of them off by heart already. тАШSplendid. Keep at it. But if you finish before I get back, thereтАЩs no need for you to stay shut up inside. The more sun you get, the better.тАЩ Nevyn hurried down the stone stairs, which still exuded a wintry chill, and walked out to the sunlight and the main ward of Dun Deverry and the looming towers of the dun itself. Not even the bright spring day could turn the smoke-blackened stone cheerful. The fortress spread out over the top like chains upon the earth. Tall towers, squat brochs, wooden sheds, long barracks and stables - they sprawled in a plan turned random by hundreds of years of decay, the fires of war, and the disasters of siege, followed by what new building and fortifying the kings had been able to afford. In among the buildings lay cobbled wards and plain dirt yards, cut up by stone walls, some isolated, all confusing. In the centre of this tangle, however, lay a proper ward, and in its centre rose the tidy cluster of brochs and towers that housed the prince, his family, his personal guards, and the many officials and servants that made up his court. Against the black stone bright banners displayed a red wyvern on a cream ground, lifting and trembling in the breeze. As Nevyn was crossing this ward, he saw Princess Bellyra just leaving the main broch tower. With two pages and one of her husband s bards in attendance, she was heading for the door of one of the side buildings. Dressed in blue linen, she walked slowly, her hands resting on her belly, heavy with her third child. Her honey-coloured hair was bound up in a scarf stiff with embroidery, as. befitted a married woman of her rank. тАШNevyn! she called out. тАШAre you off to the high council?тАЩ тАШI am, your highness. Why are you going inside in this lovely weather? тАШItтАЩs that bit of old map you found for me. I simply have to go see the |
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