"McKillip,.Patricia.A.-.Qrmh.2.-.Heir.Of.Sea.And.Fire" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKillip Patricia A)

**No. Green and cream; very small following.'*

She sighed. "Map Hwillion."

She stood by the window after Duac left to tell
Mathom, watching the riders veer around the nut
orchards, flickering in and out of. the lacework of
black, bare branches. They appeared again at a
comer of the old city wall, to take the main road
through the city. which led twisting and curving
through the market and old high houses and shops
whose windows would be wide open like eyes, full
of watchers. By the time they disappeared through
the gates of the city, she had decided what to do.

Heir of Sea and Fire

THREE DAYS LATER, SHE SAT BESIDE THE PIG-

woman of the Lord of Hel under an oak tree,
weaving grass blades into a net. From all around
her in the placid afternoon came the vast snort
and grumble of the great pig herds of Hel as
they stirred through the tangled roots and shadows
of oak. The pig-woman, whom no one had ever
bothered to name, was smoking a meditative pipe.
She was a tall, bony, nervous woman, with long,
dishevelled grey hair and dark grey eyes; she had
tended the pigs as long as anyone could remember.
They were related, she and Raederle, through the
witch Madir, in some obscure way they were trying
to figure out. The pig'woman's great gift was with
pigs; she was abrupt and shy with people, but the
beautiful, fiery Cyone had inherited Madir's inter-
est in pigs and had become friends with the
taciturn pig-woman. But not even Cyone had dis-
covered what Raederle knew: the odd store of
knowledge that the pig-woman had also inherited
from Madir.

Raederle picked another tough stem of grass,
sent it snaking in and out of the small, square
weave. "Am I doing this right?"

The pig-woman toucned the tight strands and
nodded. "You could carry water in that," she said,
in her plain, rugged voice. "Now, then, I think
King Oen had a pigherder whom Madir might have
been fond of, in Anuin.'*