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

"We have other weapons," he hissed, his breath hot inmy face.

His threat was rash and reckless. The people surged around us,
uncertain which way to go. Attacking a hard before his people could
only bring disaster. But Meldron, with his heavy-handed
authority-backed by Siawn Hy and the Wolf Pack-had them cowed. They
did not know whom to believe any more, or whom to trust.

I regarded Siawn By with icy contempt.

"Kill me now," I taunted.

"For Meldron will never be king."

Siawn forced the sword point deeper. I could feel his strength
gathering behind the point. The blade bit into my flesh. I gripped my
staff and made ready to strike.

A voice cried out from the crowd.

"Look!"

Another shouted.

"The cairn!"

Siawn's eyes shifted to the grave mound Surprise replaced malice and
the blade faltered.

I glanced towards the hilltop. In the torchlight I saw something move
inside the cairn. A trick of fickle light, I thought; a flicker of
flame, the smoke swirl from the upraised torches. I made to turn away
but saw it again.. . something tp there.. . moving in the darkness...
As we strained forward, all saw the form of a man emerging from the
cairn.

A woman cried: "Ii is the king!"

"The king!" the people gasped.

"The king lives!"

A tremor of fear and wonder shivered through the host.

In truth, I thought it was the king returned to life. But the thought
vanished at once. It was not Meidryn Mawr struggling back to life.

The man stepped from the grave mound straightened, and began striding
down the Hill of Kings towards us. I caught the golden glint of the
champion's ring on his finger.