"02 - Planeswalker" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

A handful of Urza's students had survived the

cataclysm. They'd denounced their master, and Urza hadn't

troubled them with a visit. Urza's wife, Kayla Bin-Kroog

had survived, too. She now dwelt in austere solitude with

her grandson, writing an epic she called The Antiquity

Wars. Urza hadn't visited her either. Kayla alone might

have recognized him, and he had no words for her. As for

her grandson, Jarsyl, black-haired and stocky, charming,

amiable and quick-witted . . . Urza had glimpsed the young

man just once, and that had been one time too many. His

descent continued.

Urza had not wanted to return to this place where the

war had, in a very real sense, begun nearly fifty years

earlier. He wasn't ashamed of what he'd done to end the

war. Filling the bowl-shaped sylex with his memories had

been an act of desperation; the sylex itself had been a

sudden, suspect gift, and until that day he'd neither

studied nor practiced sorcery. He hadn't known what using

the sylex would do, but the war had had to be stopped. The

thing his brother had become had to be stopped, else

Terisiare's fate would have been worse. Much worse.

No, Urza would not apologize, but he was not pleased by

his own survival.

Urza should have died when the sylex emptied. He

suspected that he had died, but the powerstones over which