"Lawhead, Stephen - Albion 02 - The Silver Hand" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lawhead Stephen)

everyone? We have enough to do without listening to all this careless
talk of yours."

"I see that you are busy indeed," I replied, facing him squarely.

"Busy stealing Meldryn Mawr's belt and tore. But do not think that by
wearing your father's clothing you will take his place."

"No one talks to the king this way, hard!" snapped Siawn Hy, thrusting
himself closer.

"Watch your tongue, or lose it."

"He is no hard," Meldron said.

"He is nothing but a doomsayer!" The prince laughed abruptly and
loudly, waving me aside with a flick of his hand.

"Go your way, Tegid Tathal. I have had a bellyful of your meddling.
Neither you nor your spiteful tongue are wanted here. We do not need
you any more."

Siawn Hy smiled thinly.

"It seems you are no longer useful to the king, hard. Perhaps your
service would receive greater esteem elsewhere."

Anger leapt like a flame within me.

"Meldron is not the king," I reminded them.

"I alone hold the kingship; it is mine to give as I choose."

"And I hold the Singing Stones!" Meidron bawled.

"No man can stand against me now."

His boast brought a murmur of approval from many standing near. It
became clear to me how he had managed to gull his followers and to work
Liew's inspired achievement to his own advantage. He had claimed the
gathered fragments of the song-bearing stones and had made of them a
talisman of power.

"Your courage is misplaced," I told them.

"The Song of Albion is not a weapon."

Siawn's sword flicked out, the blade a streak in the shimmering
torchlight. He leaned close and pressed the point against my throai.