"Mercedes Lackey & Larry Dixon - Mage Wars 03 - The Silver Gryphon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lackey Mercedes)

Three
Skandranon continued to peer off into the blue, cloudless sky for a long time after Tadrith and
Silverblade were out of even his extraordinary range of vision. Even after fooling himself several times
that some speck or other was them, he gazed on, feeling his eyes gradually go out of focus as his thoughts
wandered.
He was torn now between pride and anxiety. Their takeoff had been a very good one by anyone's
standards; stylish, crisp, and professional. There had been no exhibitions of fancy flying, but not a single
mistake in maneuvering either. With so many people watching, he would have been tempted to indulge in
some theatrics, when he was Tad's age.
And the odds were fairly good that I could have pulled them off, too. But on the other hand, I
did have my share of foul ups. With the rising sun in his eyes, though, it didn't make any sense to keep
staring off after them. He suppressed a sigh, and told his knotting stomach to behave itself; a gryphon's
bowels were irritable enough without encouraging cramps through worry.
Well, they're gone. My nestling really has fledged, gone past the brancher stage, and nowтАФ
well, now he's on his way to have his own adventures. Real adventures, not just high scores on the
obstacle course. He'll be making a name for himself now, just like I did.
 He dropped his eyes to meet Zhaneel's, and saw the same pride and worry in her gaze that he felt.
She wouldn't show it in front of the boy and, in fact, had kept up a brave and cheerful front, but he knew
this sudden departure had her upset.
He tried to look completely confident for her, but it was a struggle that he wasn't certain he had
won. Adventures. Huh. Now that he wasn't the one having the "adventures," he wasn't so sure whether
or not looking for adventures was such a good idea. Was Tad ready? With the war, there had been no
choice but to go and face the dangersтАФwhether one was ready or notтАФbut this wasn't war, and it
seemed to him that they could all afford to be more careful of their young.
His wings twitched a little as the temptation to follow them rose before him. I could use some
exercise. Lady Cinnabar is always telling me to get more flying time in. And if I happened to
parallel their courseтАФ
"You promised not to fly as the children's wingman all the way to the outpost," Zhaneel whispered,
quietly enough that no one else could have overheard her. "Remember. You did promise."
Drat. He had. And she could read him like a child's primer. He twitched his wings again,
ostentatiously settling them. "I'm glad I'm not making that trip," he said, not precisely as a reply, but to
reassure her and to show her that he had heard her and he remembered his promise. Granted, she had
caught him in a moment of extreme weakness and vulnerability last night when she extracted that promise,
but that did not negate the fact that he had made the promise in the first place. If the Black Gryphon's
word to his mate wasn't good, how could anyone trust him?
Aubri sniffed derisively. "You couldn't make that trip, old bird," he retorted. "They're a lot younger
than you, and in better shape on top of that."
Skan bristled and started to retort, but paused for a moment to rethink his position. Aubri was not
going to get him going this time. "Oh, in theory I could," he replied, as mild as a well-bred matron. "You
did, and I'm in better shape than youтАФwhat's more, Tad's towing that carry-basket, and that will slow
him down to a pace even you could hold. But what would the point be? What would I have to prove?
That I'm stupid enough to make a pointless journey to show I'm still the equal of a youngster? It would be
a complete waste of time, and I don't have enough time to waste."
Aubri looked surprised and chagrined that he hadn't managed to egg Skan on to rash words or a
rasher boast.
Zhaneel cast him a look of gratitude which promised another interesting evening, and more than
made up for the faint blow to his pride administered by Aubri's taunts.