"Mercedes Lackey - Last Herald Mage 3 - Magic's Price" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lackey Mercedes)

:He's not comfortable as Seneschal.:
"In the black, love. He's young, and he's nervous, and he wanted somebody else to go over his
figures before he presents them to the Council." Vanyel sighed. "The gods know Randi can't. He'll be
lucky to make it through this afternoon."
:Esten will help. He'll do anything for Randi.:
"I know that, but - 'Fandes, the pain-sharing a Companion can do and the strength a Companion
can lend just aren't enough anymore. And it's time we all admitted what we know. Randi's too sick for
anything we know to cure - " Vanyel took a deep breath to steady his churning insides. " - and the very
best we can hope for is to find some way to ease his pain so he can function when he has to. And hope
we can get Treven trained soon in case we can't."
:Get Treven trained in time, you mean,: Yfandes replied glumly. :Because we're running out
of it. I hate this, Van. We can't do anything, the Healers can't do anything-Randale is just dying by
inches, and none of us can do anything about it!:
"Except watch," Van replied with bitterness. "He gets a little worse every day, and not only can't
we stop it, we don't even know why! I mean, there are some things not even the Healers can cure, but
we don't even know what this illness that's killing Randi is - is it inheritable? Could Treven have it, too?
Randi didn't show signs until his mid-twenties, and Trev is only seventeen. We could be facing the same
situation we have now in another ten or fifteen years."
Unbidden thoughts lurked at the back of his mind. A good thing Jisa isn't in the line of
succession, or people would be asking that about her, too. And how could I explain why she's in
no danger without opening a much bigger trouble-box than any of us care to deal with?
Especially her. She takes on too much. It's bad enough just being fifteen and the King's daughter.
To have to deal with the rest of this - thank the gods there are some difficulties I can spare her.
He stared down at the overgrown path as he walked, so deep in thought that Yfandes tactfully
withdrew from contact. There were some things, or so she had told him, that even a Companion felt
uncomfortable about eavesdropping on.
He walked slowly through the neglected garden. He took the winding path back to the door from
the Palace, setting his feet down with exaggerated care, putting off his return to the confines of the
building as long as he could. But his troubles had a tendency to pursue him beyond the walls.
"Uncle Van?" a breathless young female voice called from behind him. He heard the ache in the
familiar voice, the unshed tears; he turned and opened his arms, and Jisa ran into them.
She didn't say anything; she didn't have to. He knew what brought her out here; the same
problems that had driven him out into the unkempt maze of the deserted garden. She'd been with her
mother and father all morning, right beside Van, doing what she could to ease Randale's pain and boost
Shavri's strength.
Van stroked her long, unbound hair, and let her sob into his shoulder. He hadn't known she was
behind him -
Ordinarily that would have worried him. But not since it was Jisa. She was very good at
shielding; so good, in fact, that she could render herself invisible to his Othersense. That was no small
protection to her - since if she could hide her presence from him, she could certainly hide it from
enemies.
Vanyel was tied to every other Herald alive, and was able to sense them whenever he chose, but
since Jisa wasn't a Herald, he wouldn't "know" where she was unless he was deliberately "Looking" for
her.
Jisa had not yet been Chosen, which Vanyel thought all to the good. To his way of thinking, she
didn't need to be. As an Empath she was getting full Healer's training, and Van and his aunt Savil were
instructing her exactly as they would have a newly-Chosen Herald. If people wondered why the child of
two full Heralds wasn't yet Chosen when every Companion at Haven loved her and treated her as one of
their own, let them continue to wonder. Vanyel was one of the few who knew the reason. Jisa hadn't
been Chosen because her Companion would be Taver, and Taver was the Companion to the King's