"Julian May - Boreal Moon 2 - Ironcrown Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (May Julian)

тАЬItтАЩs that poor dolt, Vorgo,тАЭ the maid said, тАЬwanting us to pick him up. He knows heтАЩll never make it swimming to the fishing boat. The
ice-cold seawater is sapping his strength.тАЭ

тАЬGo back to shore!тАЭ Maudrayne shouted to the youth. тАЬGo back! If you strip off the soaked clothes draining your body heat, you may
live.тАЭ

After a momentary hesitation, the floundering swimmer changed direction and headed towards land.

тАЬThe airтАЩs warm,тАЭ Maudrayne said to Rusgann with a grim smile. тАЬHe knows the way to the steading, and he has his own pouch of magic
trinkets to give him access to the sea-hagтАЩs house. Mayhap Dobnelu will let him stay when she awakes. With us gone, sheтАЩll need a new
slavey.тАЭ




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The prisoner in Zeth Abbey filled the hours of Solstice Eve with his usual quiet activities. In the early morning, before the sun made the
enclosed garden too hot, he pulled weeds, and carried endless cans of water from the well in his strong arms so that the roses would not
flag, and gathered whatever things Brother Herbalist had requested. Then, after eating solitary in his little apartment as became one

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banished from the routine of the Brethren, he retired to the great library to study. His choice of materials sometimes surprised the
librarian, but Father Abbas had decreed that all things were to be at his disposal, as though he were still a Doctor Arcanorum in good
standing in the Mystical Order of Saint Zeth.

After supper, as he often did, he held conversation in the bee-yard with his three friends; the clouds of busy, harmless insects ensured that
no unwanted person would overhear their scheming. When the night-bell rang, he took to his bed more eagerly than usual and slept, and
dreamedтАж and opened his mind to the invader.

Kilian. Vra-Kilian Blackhorse. Do you hear me?

тАЬFinally, Beynor! IтАЩm relieved to hear from you at last. You really should have contacted me earlier. I was becoming concerned. But
never mind. My men in Gala Palace are ready. By the end of Midsummer Day, if all goes as IтАЩve planned, they will have escaped from
the city with the Trove of Darasilo! I hope that matters go similarly well with you.тАЭ

ThereтАЩs a serious problem. I need you to postpone the Cala mission. Just for a short time.

тАЬImpossible. My agents were given their orders months ago. By now all the arrangements are in place. ItтАЩs imperative that the attack
occurs early tomorrow, while those at the palace are sleeping off the previous dayтАЩs festivities.тАЭ

Kilian, I need more time to complete my research here at the Dawntide Citadel. A week at the most. IтАЩve laid my hands on a document in
the Salka archives that could be vitally important. But translating it is no easy matter. When I skimmed the thing, I could understood only
about one word in five. But I deciphered enough to know its tremendous significance. It dates from before BazekoyтАЩs Conquest!

тАЬI couldnтАЩt stop the Gala mission from proceeding, even if I should want to. Vra-Garon has been sent off to Elkhaven on business by
Abbas Noachil, and is also carrying out an important assignment of mine. He wonтАЩt be back here until tomorrow. ThereтАЩs no one else at