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

"LIew!" I shouted.

"It is Liew! Llew has returned!"

The name of Llew rippled through the gathered throng.

"Liew... it is Liew.. . Do you see him? Llew!"

Truly, the Otherworld traveller had returned. The Liwyddi melted
before him, forming a shining path as he passed among them. He looked
neither right nor left, but advanced with resolute steps down the
hillside.

I watched him, and saw how the sight of him both astonished and
heartened the people: they hailed him, hands stretched to touch him,
torches were lofted before him.

"Llew! Llew!" they shouted; how easily his name leapt to the
tongue.

I watched him striding down from the Kings' Hill on the radiant way and
I thought to myself: on this frame the Swift Sure Hand may yet stitch a
king.

2
Return of the Hero

"Greetings, brother," I said, as Liew came to stand before me. I would
have embraced him as a kinsman, but his jaw was set and there was dread
purpose in his eye.

"I am glad to see you."

He offered no greeting, but confronted Siawn Hy.

"It is over," he said-though he spoke quietly, his words were
unyielding-"Put away that sword. We are going home."

Siawn Hy stiffened. The blade in his hand swung instantly from my
throat to Llew's. But Llew grasped the naked blade with his bare hand
and jerked it aside.

"Take him!" shouted Meldron, reaching for his knife.

A dozen spears swung towards Llew. But the spearheads, still wrapped
in their cloth coverings, wavered uncertainly. The warriors of
Meldron's Wolf Pack obeyed, although they were reluctant to assault
their own champion. The crowd surged dangerously, pressing more
closely; some shouted defiance at Meidron's order. The people did not