"Mercedes Lackey - Last Herald Mage 2 - Magic's Promise" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lackey Mercedes)

another suite, still on the ground floor, though without an outside door to the
gardens; Moving had been something of a relief to both of them; her former
quarters held too many sad memories, memories of the painful weeks
following Tylendel's suicide.
Vanyel had helped with that move, since it had coincided with their return -
him in full Whites - from the Pelagir Hills and the Vale of the Tayledras
k'Treva. The touchiest part had been moving the magic Work Room: a
transfer of energies rather than physical furniture. Savil had left that to him;
since they'd shared magic so intimately and so often he knew her
тАЬresonances,тАЭ and more importantly, her protections тАЬrecognizedтАЭ him.
The magical transfer had been a kind of graduation exercise for him-not to
prove to Savil that he could do it, but to prove his ability - and his training-to
the rest of the Herald-Mages. He could still remember Jaysen Kondre's face,
when he'd stood in the middle of the new Work Room and тАЬcalledтАЭ the shields
and protections - and they'd swarmed up and followed him like bees with a
migrating queen, settling into place as solidly as if they'd been cast on the
new room from the beginning. Jays had looked as if he'd just swallowed a live
fish.
Savil's suite now was of four rooms only; her protages' bedroom, and her
bedroom, sitting room and Work Room.
:Van-: Yfandes said sleepily into his mind. :Ask Jays to get you a Work
Room this time. You need a Work Room.:
:I thought you were asleep. How many times do I have to tell you that I
don't need one before you'll believe me?: he replied.
:But - : Even after all these years, Yfandes still wasn't used to the idea that
Vanyel's methods weren't quite the same as the other Herald-Mages'.
:I can use Savil's if I'm working formal magic. When I'm in the field, I don't
have time to muck about with formalities.:
:But-:
He shook his head, glad that the only other people about were used to
Heralds and the way they seemed to mutter at themselves. When he'd been
in the field, he'd frequently gotten knowing looks and averted eyes. :Go back
to sleep, 'Fandes.:
She gave up. You ought to know by now that you can's out-stubborn me,
sweetling.
Savil was still his master when it came to magic that required long,
painstaking setups. Vanyel's talents lay elsewhere. He had neither master nor
even peer when a crisis called for instant decision and instant action. It was
that ability to use his powers on a moment's notice that made him second -
rank to no one in power, and second only to Shavri in the Heraldic Circle; that,
and the ability to use the lines and currents of power, and the nodes where
they met, as the Ancients had done and the Tay-ledras could still do, though
none of the other Herald-Mages except Savil could.
He squinted against the light as he entered the new wing. The paneling of
the new section had not had time to darken with age: the halls here seemed
very bright, though they no longer smelled тАЬnew.тАЭ
This section feels even emptier than the old quarters; I don't think more
than half the ground-floor rooms have
claimants, there's less than that on the second floor, and none at all on the
third. I can't see how we'II ever fill it.