"Marco,.John.-.Tyrants.And.Kings.3.-.Saints.Of.The.Sword" - читать интересную книгу автора (Marco John)

long of bone and wide of shoulder, and his short hair was hardly
thinning at all. Yet despite his recent resurrection from depression
and old age, the night's events had wearied him. He had travelled
quickly from Talistan when he'd heard the news of his daughter's
decline, and had disappeared into her bedchamber hours ago.
Alazrian looked at his grandfather and felt profoundly sad. Tassis
Gayle was cruel, and the rumors of his mania were well-founded.
But he was good to his daughter and her son, a dichotomy that
puzzled Alazrian. Other than his mother, Tassis Gayle was the only
person in the world who showed him any kindness.

"I'll see you again," Alazrian heard the King of Talistan whisper
before closing the door. Tassis Gayle squared his shoulders,
gathering himself. Alazrian waited anxiously for him to speak. Elrad
Leth stared out the window with appalling disinterest.

"She's very weak," said the king at last. It was an effort for him to
speak. "Oh, my Calida. My little girl . . ." He beckoned Alazrian
closer with a finger. "Alazrian, come here."

Alazrian hurried over to his grandfather, taking his hand and finding
it trembling. Obviously the king hadn't expected to see his daughter
so frail. For a woman who was once so robust, she looked little
more than a shadow now.

"Your mother is very ill," the king said. "You know that though, don't
you?"

Alazrian nodded.

"Not much time, I think," his grandfather went on. He didn't bother
speaking to Leth. "You should go to her. She wants you with her
now."

Leth's lips twisted in disdain. Not surprisingly, his wife wasn't calling
for him in her final moments. Alazrian ignored him and offered his
grandfather a smile.

"I'll be out soon," he said. "She should sleep now anyway."

The old man squeezed his hand. "Yes, go to her." Then his face
hardened and he added, "I have things to speak to your father
about."

Leth folded his arms over his chest. "About time," he muttered.

Alazrian had hoped his grandfather had come to Aramoor just to
see his daughter, but it seemed there was business on the agenda
as well.