"Patricia A. McKillip - Riddlemaster 3 - Harpist In The Wind" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKillip Patricia A)

placid breathing of cows and the faint whimper of a dog
dreaming. There was a light gleaming at Akren, Morgon
thought from the porch, but as they drew closer, he
realized it came from within the house. Raederle walked
silently beside him, her eyes flickering over field walls,
bean rows, half-ripe wheat. She broke her silence finally
as they drew near enough to Akren to see the lines of the
roof slanting against the stars.
тАЬSuch a small house,тАЭ she said, surprised. He nodded.
тАЬSmaller than I remember...тАЭ His throat was dry,
tight. He saw a movement in one hall window, dim in the
candlelight, and he wondered who was sitting up so late in
the house, alone. Then the smell of damp earth and
clinging roots caught at him unexpectedly; memory upon
memory sent shoots and hair roots spreading through him
of land-law until for one split second he no longer felt his
body, and his mind branched dizzyingly through the
rootwork of Hed.
He stopped, his breath catching. The figure at the
window moved. Blocking the light, it stared out at the
night: big, broad-shouldered, faceless. It turned abruptly,
flicking across the windows in the hall. The doors of
Akren banged open; a dog barked, once. Morgon heard
footsteps. They crossed the yard and stopped at the angled
shadow of the roof.
тАЬMorgon?тАЭ The name sounded in the still ah- like a
question. Then it became a shout, setting all the dogs
barking as it echoed across the fields. тАЬMorgon!тАЭ
Eliard had reached him almost before he could move
again. He got an impression of butter-colored hair,
shoulders burled with muscles, and a face under
moonlight that was startlingly like their fatherтАЩs. Then
Eliard knocked the breath out of him, hugging him, his
fists pounding against MorgonтАЩs shoulder blades. тАЬYou
took your time coming home,тАЭ he said. He was crying.
Morgon tried to speak, but his throat was too dry; he
dropped his burning eyes against EliardтАЩs massive
shoulder.
тАЬYou great mountain,тАЭ he whispered. тАЬWill you quiet
down?тАЭ
Eliard pushed him away, started shaking him. тАЬI felt
your mind in mine just then, the way I felt it in my dreams
when you were in that mountain.тАЭ Tears were furrowing
down his face. тАЬMorgon, IтАЩm sorry, IтАЩm sorry, IтАЩm
sorryтАФтАЭ
 тАЬEliard...тАЭ
тАЬI knew you were in trouble, but I never did
anythingтАФI didnтАЩt know what to doтАФand then you died,
and the land-rule came to me. And now youтАЩre back, and I
have everything that belongs to you. Morgon, I swear if