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

there was a way, I would take the land-rule out of myself
and give it back to youтАФтАЭ MorgonтАЩs hands locked in a
sudden, fierce grip on his arms and he stopped.
тАЬDonтАЩt say that to me again. Ever.тАЭ Eliard stared at
him wordlessly, and Morgon felt, holding him, that he
held all the strength and innocence of Hed. He said more
quietly, his fingers tightening on the innocence, тАЬYou
belong here. And I have needed you to be here taking care
of Hed almost more than anything.тАЭ
тАЬBut MorgonтАж you belong here. This is your home,
youтАЩve come homeтАФтАЭ
тАЬYes. Until dawn.тАЭ
тАЬNo!тАЭ His fingers clamped on MorgonтАЩs shoulders
again. тАЬI donтАЩt know what youтАЩre running from, but IтАЩm
not watching you leave again. You stay here; we can fight
for you, with pitchforks and harrow teeth. IтАЩll borrow an
army from somebodyтАФтАЭ
тАЬEliardтАФтАЭ
тАЬShut up! You may have a grip like a bench vise, but
you canтАЩt throw me into TristanтАЩs rosebushes anymore.
YouтАЩre staying here, where you belong.тАЭ
тАЬEliard, will you stop shouting!тАЭ He shook Eliard a
little, astonishing him into silence. Then a small
whirlwind of Tristan and dogs broke against them,
shouting and barking. Tristan leaped at Morgon from a
dead run, her arms damped around his neck, her face
buried at his collarbone. He kissed what he could find of
it, then pushed her away, lifted her face between his
hands. He barely recognized it. Something in his
expression made her face crumple; she flung her arms
around him again. Then she saw Raederle and reached out
to her, and the dogs swarmed at Morgon. A couple of
lights sparked in the windows of distant farmhouses.
Morgon felt a momentтАЩs panic. Then he simply grew still,
still as the motionless pour of the road under his feet, the
moonlit air. The dogs dropped away from him; Tristan and
Raederle stopped talking to look at him. Eliard stood
quietly, bound unconsciously to his stillness.
тАЬWhatтАЩs wrong?тАЭ he asked uneasily. Morgon moved
after a moment to his side, dropped an arm wearily over
his shoulders.
тАЬSo much,тАЭ he said. тАЬEliard, IтАЩm putting you in
danger just standing here, talking to you. LetтАЩs go in the
house at least.тАЭ
тАЬAll rightтАЭ But he did not move, his face turned away
from Morgon to where Raederle stood, her face a blur of
misty lines and shadows, jewelled pins here and there in
her dishevelled hair flecking it with fire. She smiled, and
Morgon heard Eliard swallow. тАЬRaederle of An?тАЭ he said
tentatively, and she nodded.