"Patricia A. McKillip - Naming Day" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKillip Patricia A)

and glinted.

тАЬYou get my greyling. You get my wand.тАЭ
 тАЬI havenтАЩt time!тАЭ

тАЬYou let them out. You bring them back.тАЭ

тАЬI have classes! ItтАЩs my Naming Day!тАЭ Even a senile old bag like that
must have anticipated her own Naming Day once. If things had names that
long ago. тАЬYou must remember how important that is.тАЭ

тАЬYou. Get. My. Wand.тАЭ

тАЬAll right, okay,тАЭ Averil gabbled; anything to get out the door.

The witchтАЩs murky eyes narrowed into slits. тАЬUntil you bring me back
my wand and my greyling, you will be invisible. No one will see you. No one
will hear your voice. Until you bring me my greyling and my wand, even your
own name will be useless to you.тАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt have time.тАЭ AverilтАЩs voice had gone somewhere; she could
barely whisper. тАЬI have to get to school.тАЭ

тАЬThen youтАЩd better start looking.тАЭ

тАЬYou canтАЩt do that!тАЭ Her voice was back suddenly, high and shrill, like
a whistling teakettle. тАЬIтАЩm at the top of my class! My teachers will come
look-ing for me! Griffith will rescue me!тАЭ

тАЬGo!тАЭ

She couldnтАЩt tell if she moved, or if the word itself blew her out the
door; it slammed behind her, echoing the witchтАЩs voice. She stood in the
hall a moment, trembling and thoughtless. Then she took a sharp breathтАФ
тАЬThe greyling!тАЭтАФand precipitated herself down the stairs two at a time, on
the off chance that the witchтАЩs familiar still lurked in the hallway below. Of
course it was nowhere in sight.

Averil plunged out the door, trying wildly to look in every direction at
once. What exactly was a greyling? She racked her brains; nothing leaped
to mind from her Legendary Creatures class. Did it like water? High tree
limbs? Caves? Could it speak? She hadnтАЩt a clue. A jumble of pallid,
root-like limbs and a sort of greeny yellow light were all she remembered.
The one must be the greyling, the other the pilfered wand. She hoped
desper-ately that the greyling wouldnтАЩt have the power to use it.

A familiar figure crossed the street toward the school. тАЬTamara!тАЭ
Averil shouted with relief. TamaraтАЩs long stride didnтАЩt falter. She called out
to someone herself; her voice seemed small, distorted, like words heard
from underwater. Ahead of her, a dark head turned; spectacles flashed.