"The Eyes Of A God" - читать интересную книгу автора (Marco John)

'And if it's a girl?" asked Meri.
'It won't be a girl," snapped Beith. "God owes me. He's taken'. everything else from me. The least He can do me is this favor!"
Another contraction came. Beith gasped, feeling her birth! canal move within her and the awful pain of the insistent child. She clutched at the stained sheets, gritting her teeth.
'All right now, this is it," said Gwena. She put her hands between Beith's legs. "Give me another push, girl. One more big one."
Beith clamped down on her pain, banishing it from her mind. As thunder crashed outside the tower she let out a determined cry, focusing on expelling the child from her womb. The pain was enormous, and the simples Gwena had given her had done little to ease her suffering. Now it had all come down to this final, monumental effort. But she was nearly done now and she knew it, and that gave Beith strength. With all her waning energy, she pushed.
'Yes!" urged Gwena. "Yes, yes!"
It will be a boy, Beith told herself. And he'll be handsome and irons Me his father, and he'll be a great knight for Akeela. He will be!
Even through the pain, a little smile curled the girl's lips. There would be some reward for her loss, after all. When this was done she would have a wonderful little child. Beith kept her eyes closed and summoned the image of her husband. She had loved Gilwyn Toms with all her heart, and now she would pass that love to their offspring.
'There's its head," said Gwena. "You're doing perfectly, girl. Keep it up now."
'It's coming, Beith," said Meri. She peered over Beith's belly and let out a delighted yelp. "I can see it!"
The last moments were hellish. Beith held her breath, using all the air in her lungs to expel the baby, and as it slipped out of her, inch by torturous inch, the final contraction came.
'Oh, lord," Beith wheezed. "Come on, please!"
Heaven heard her prayer. The baby that had racked her body dropped out in a sudden burst, right into the waiting hands of Gwena. The pain slackened, and Beith's body seemed to shrink, sore but wonderfully lighter.
'Beith, you did it!" cried Meri. The girl was staring at the infant, her eyes wide with wonder.
'I did it," Beith sighed. Suddenly she laughed. "I have a baby!"
Gwena's next words were like a miracle. "It's a boy, Beith. A beautiful boy."
'A boy?" Beith struggled to sit up. "A boy!"
Gwena lifted the baby toward Meri. "Take the child," she ordered. Meri stepped to the foot of the bed, then Gwena set to work tying off the umbilical cord. The exhausted Beith caught her first glimpse of her infant. Smothered with afterbirth, he was nonetheless astonishing. As Gwena clamped and severed the ord, Meri held the child carefully, wiping away its slick coat and :oomg to it gently. When the cord was cut, Gwena took the baby quickly tapped its bottom until the smallest noise issued from itЧits first astounding cries.
Beith brushed the sweat-soaked strands of hair from her Х The crying infant mesmerized her, cradled in old Gwena's capable arms. The midwife's proud smile lit the room. "Ah, look at you, little soldier," she sighed. "How many is this for me now? You are my hundreth, at least!"
'Let me hold him," Beith implored. "Please."
Gwena was about to bring the child around to Beith when suddenly her expression dimmed. Her eyes narrowed on the infant, studying him. Beith's heart tripped.
'What?" she asked. "What's wrong?"
Gwena didn't answer. She picked up the baby's tiny hand, cocking her head as she inspected it.
'Gwena, what is it?" Beith demanded. "What's the matter?"
'I don't know," replied the midwife. She brought the baby closer to its mother. "Look at his hand."
Beith leaned forward, focusing on the boy's little appendage. At first she could see nothing wrong, it was so tiny. But looking closer revealed an oddity in its fingers. The thumb was strangely close to the index finger, and both seemed shorter than normal. Beith reached out for the little hand. Studying it, she discovered that the thumb and finger were fused together.
'OhЕ"
Baby Gilwyn, as he had already been named, began to cry again.
'His foot, too," said Gwena. She looked worried, even pale. "It's the same."
Beith looked and found that his left foot was indeed the same, slightly clubbed and curled into a ball. The two smallest toes were together, merged by shared flesh. Beith felt her world collapse, and suddenly a dire future flashed before her eyes for the child she had birthed. In L№ria, as everywhere on the continent, cripples were usually beggars.
'Oh no," said Beith. "PleaseЕ"
'Beith, don't worry," said Meri quickly. "He's newly born. I'm sure it's nothing." She looked at Gwena for support. "Right?"
The midwife grimaced. "I don't know," she said softly. "I don't know what it means. MaybeЧ" Abruptly she stopped herself. Beith looked up instantly.
'What?"
Gwena glanced down at the child and sighed. "It may not just be his foot and hand. It could be worse than that."
'What? What could be worse?"
'Beith," said Gwena gently. "It could be his brain. He may not beЕ normal."
'Don't say that!" railed Beith. "Don't you dare say that!"
'I've seen it before, girl. Sometimes a deformed child has other problems, problems with his mind. Your little one here could be like that."
'He isn't!" snapped Beith. She sat bolt up, ignoring her nakedness and the filth of the bed. "Gilwyn's fine," she insisted. "He's going to be a Royal Charger, like his father. He'sЕ"
Her voice constricted and she couldn't speak. Withered and drained, she reached out for her child. Gwena handed him over carefully. Beith took him in her arms, holding him close to her breast. She smiled at the child. He was so beautiful, even with his clubbed hand and foot. But she worried, too. What life could there be for a crippled boy? She had seen them in the streets, how they begged for food because they couldn't work or support themselves. Her little boyЧher new GilwynЧmight become a wastrel.
'No," she said, shaking her head. "No, I won't let that happen to you."
'Beith, give me the child," said Gwena. She reached out for the infant but Beith pulled him away.
'I want to hold him," said Beith.
'He needs to be cleaned," said Gwena. "He's filthy, and so are you. Give him here. Let me wash him. I'll bring him right back. Meri, clean up Beith, will you?"
Beith agreed, reluctantly, and handed her newborn over to Gwena. She was exhausted and her body ached; even talking was a chore. Gwena took the child in a clean wrap and left the room. Beith leaned back, not caring how soiled the sheets were.
i began dipping towels into a basin of water and dabbing the |bric between her thighs, cleaning off the worst of the after-'th. It might have been embarrassing, but Beith was a thousand miles away, fretting over her infant's fate.
'Don't worry, Beith," said Meri as she worked. "You need to rest. Gwena will see to the baby. You should try to sleep."
Sleep. It sounded wonderful to Beith, but she was sure her slumber would be filled with nightmares.
'Meri?"