"George R. R. Martin - Ice And Fire 4a - A Feast For Crows" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin George R R)

pewter, tin. lead, and copper, and like most acolytes he seemed to believe that

novices had turnips growing from their shoulders in place of heads. "The last

one perished during the reign of King Aegon the Third."

"The last dragon in Westerns," insisted Mollander.

"Throw tine apple." Alleras urged again. He was a comely youth, their Sphinx.

All the serving wenches doted on him. Even Rosey would sometimes touch him on

the arm when she brought him wine, and Pate liad to gnash his teeth and pretend

not to see.

"The last dragon in Westerns was the last dragon," said Armen doggedly. "That

is well known."

"The apple," Alleras said. "Unless you mean to eal it."

"Here." Dragging his clubfoot, Hollander took a short hop. whirled, and

whipped the apple sidearm into the mists that hung above the Hon-eywine. If not

for his foot, he would have been a knight like his father. He had the strength

for it in those thick arms and broad shoulders. Far and fast the apple flew . .

.

. . . but not as fast as the arrow that whistled after it. a yard-long shaft

of golden wood fletched with scarlet feathers. Pate did not see the arrow catch

the apple, but he heard it. A soft chunk echoed back across the river, followed

by a splash.

Mollander whistled. "You cored it. Sweet."

Nor half as sweet as Rosey. Pate loved her hazel eyes and budding breasts, and

the way she smiled every time she saw him. He loved the dimples in her cheeks.
Sometimes she went barefoot as she served, to feel the grass beneath her feet.

He loved that too. He loved the clean fresh smell of her. the way her hair