"Juliet E. McKenna - Einarinn 4 - The Warrior's Bond" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKenna Juliet E)

concerned lest you dismiss my words as incredible. Do not; I charge you by
whatever beliefs you hold dear. There will be other records to attest to this,
as I have declared all that follows before the Convocation of Princes in my
capacity as Adjurist.
The information Archmage Planir retrieved by his magics led him and
mercenaries backed by D'Olbriot gold, carried on D'Olbriot ships, to the far
side of the ocean, where they found the long-buried ruins of that lost colony.
More astonishing yet, they discovered nigh on a thousand of those who had
crossed the ocean
in the distant past still living, if it could be called living, held in
ensorcelled sleep through all the generations that had intervened. Enchantment
was finally used in service of Tormalin blood to revive these unfortunates.
It is now clear that the Elietimm had been seeking these hidden sleepers
intent on their utter destruction, determined to claim this vast, unfettered
land. Seeing by whatever arcane means they had been outflanked, the Elietimm
attacked and Ryshad Tathel again distinguished himself as the first assault
was successfully driven off. Wizardly magic was also vital in countering fell
Elietimm enchantments, so, of necessity, I continue my association with
Planir. This will entitle me to call on his assistance, should any Elietimm
magic be used against Tormalin. I am also taking steps to have every ancient
record and archive of the House and the shrines under our protection searched
for lore that might explain the mysteries of Artifice. Knowledge of such
enchantments could prove critical in some as yet unforeseen struggle. When all
else fails, one must fight fire with fire.
At this close of the year, I am relieved beyond measure to state we have seen
no more ships come out of the north to harry coasts on either side of the
ocean. The sole surviving noble patron of the original colony is Temar,
Esquire D'Alsennin, and accordingly we are working closely with him. The
colonists are even now attempting to rebuild their livelihoods, and as soon as
the Spring Equinox brings surcease from winter's storms we will send them all
the assistance D'Olbriot can offer. However, it remains to be seen how close
our two realms can grow, given these ancients are still so dependent on
religious beliefs that we in this present generation have long since discarded
as superstition. I foresee it will fall to D 'Olbriot to guide these innocents
to a more rational understanding of the world and their place within it.
The Shrine of Ostrin, Bremilayne
9th of For-Summer in the Third Year of
Tadriol the Provident, Afternoon
It's raining darning needles out there.' That's what we say in Zyoutessela
when a summer storm brings fine, piercing rain sweeping in from the ocean.
Drizzle content to hang as mist on more sheltered shores is whipped by
merciless winds to sting skin and soak clothing, leaving a lingering chill
long after the sun has returned. Not that I had any concerns, watching the
weather's vagaries from a comfortable lodging high on a hill above the bustle
of the harbour.
'Do you get storms like these in Hadrumal, Casuel? You must face heavy weather
off the Soluran Sea.'
My companion acknowledged my remarks with a sour grunt as he snapped fingers
at a candle stand. The wicks flared with surprise at being called into
service, but the louring skies made the room too dim for reading. Today Casuel