"Rebecca Locksley - The Three Sisters" - читать интересную книгу автора (Locksley Rebecca)

A bridge from death to life,
from imbalance to harmony.
The warbird flies at their command
to rein in the people of the dragon.
A demon fire that burns toward Ermora
Yields to their quenching
A melded child of their making
is born to rule the dragon
To bring harmony in clasped hands.


Pushing aside the fallen stones of AsgorтАЩs fortress with bloody hands, Mathinna pulled herself out of
the smoking rubble. She feltтАж shaken, devastatedтАФno, those words were too lukewarm for what had
happened. Mathinna had killed Asgor and in killing him had, like all her people, been forced to share his
experience of death. She felt as if her own heart had stopped and her own skin had been blistered with
agonizing fire, even though she was well and mostly whole.
Ah, but it had been worth the pain!
Mathinna looked over at the charred body of the dead demonmaster and felt a shamefully unclean
glow of pleasure. To kill must always be wrong, but she was still glad she had done it.
тАЬYou are avenged, my son!тАЭ she thought.
Yet in her moment of triumph she knew how small the gain was. AsgorтАЩs death could not bring back
Garroway. The demonmaster had fed her sonтАЩs life spirit to a demon and it had gone into the Abyss,
ripped from the Circle of Life, never more to be part of the conscious world. Unlike Asgor, whose life
spirit could still meld with the Circle, Garroway was utterly destroyed.
Her triumph turned dark. At first she had longed to feed Asgor to his own demon, but to do anything
to feed the AbyssтАж the life spirit forbade such revenge. Revenge would not bring Garroway back. Her
body drooped, then she shook herself. At least Asgor was dead and his evil had died with him. Her own
grief was personalтАФno oneтАЩs burden but her own.
With difficulty she crawled forward. I must leave this place, she thought. Asgor had drawn on the
power of his demon servant; it had been a hard fight to overcome them both. And he had created all
manner of vile creatures. She could sense that they were still lurking about.



Mathinna was astonished to see that there was still light outside. The demonmasterтАЩs fortress stood on
a headland above the city of Olbia. On the opposite headland was the Tower of Olbia where even now
Gorice, High Chieftain of the united Seagani tribes, may his name be cursed foreverтАФcowered with his
court. It was he who had called for Tari assistance against Asgor, and he who had trapped the three
unsuspecting Tari mages and handed them over to his supposed enemy. Now that she had defeated
Asgor, someone would come to take Gorice to Ermora, where he would be submitted to the judgment of
the life spirit. There in the Spirit Cave he would be made to live through all the wrongs he had done as if
he had been the victim himself. Mathinna could not begin to imagine the horror of it.
Her limbs were shaking. She sat down upon a huge tumbled stone block to catch her breath and
recover. That was when she noticed two figures farther along on the same headland as herself. Two Tari
figures.
Had those snail brains in the council already sent someone? Amazing! The figures looked familiar.
WhoтАж ?
Sweet life, it was her sonтАЩs wife, Shara. This was no place for a grieving widow, especially not a
pregnant one. Mathinna strained to get to her feet to hurry down to her, but she was so exhausted she
could barely hobble.