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

or heard from his brother for years. He'd believed that
Mishra was dead, and had been stunned to see him advising
the qadir.
He, Urza-gods and ghosts take note-had suggested that
they should talk, and Mishra had agreed. As Urza recalled
the conversation, Mishra had been reluctant, but that was
his brother's style, petulant and sulky whenever his
confidence was shaken, as surely it would have been shaken
with the Weakstone burden slung around his neck, and the
Phyrexians eating at his conscience.
Surely Mishra would have confessed everything, if the
warlord hadn't taken it into his head to assassinate the
qadir as the parley began.
Urza recalled the carnage, the look on Mishra's face.
Back in Koilos, in the first snows of the fifth winter
after the cataclysm, Urza staggered and eased himself to
the ground. For a few moments the guilt was gone, replaced
by a cold fury that reached across time to the warlord's
neck. It was YOUR fault.' Your fault! But the warlord
shrugged him away. He was your brother, not mine.
If the Phyrexians had not taken Mishra's soul before
that day on the banks of the Kor, they had surely had no
difficulty afterward.
The blame, then, was Urza's, and there was nothing he
could do to ease his conscience, except, as always, in
vengeance against the Phyrexians. For once, Urza was in the
right place. Koilos was where the Thran had stopped the
Phyrexians once and where his own ignorance had given the
enemy a second chance. If there was a way to Phyrexia, it
was somewhere within Koilos.
Urza left tracks in the dust as he searched for a sign.
The sun had set. Koilos was tomb dark. Urza's eyes made
their own light, revealing a path, less dusty than any
other, that led deep into the cavern's heart. He found a
chamber ringed with burnt-out powerstones. Two sooty lines
were etched on the sandstone floor. Marks that might have
been Thran glyphs showed faintly between the lines. Urza
used his eyes to scour the spot, but the glyphs-if glyphs
they were-remained illegible.
He cursed and knelt before the lines. This was the
place, it had to be the very place, where the Phyrexians
had entered Domi-naria. There could be no doubt. Looking
straight ahead, past the lines and the exhausted
powerstones, there was a crystal reliquary atop a waist-
high pyramid. The reliquary was broken and empty, but the
pyramid presented an exquisitely painted scene to Urza's
glowing eyes: the demon he had seen in Tawnos's memory.
Circling the pyramid, Urza saw two other demonic
portraits and a picture of the chamber itself with a black
disk rising between the etched lines. He tore the chamber