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

тАЬNo.тАЭ
He was silent a little, holding her eyes. тАЬWhy?тАЭ
 She looked away from him quickly; he sensed a
sudden, strange turmoil in her. тАЬFor many reasons.тАЭ
тАЬRaederleтАФтАЭ
тАЬNo. And donтАЩt ask me again. And stop looking at me
like that.тАЭ
тАЬAll right,тАЭ he said after a moment. He added, тАЬI
donтАЩt remember that you were so stubborn.тАЭ
тАЬPig-headed.тАЭ
тАЬPig-headed.тАЭ
She looked at him again. Her mouth crooked into a
reluctant smile. She shifted close to him, put her arm
around his shoulders, and swung her feet over the sheer
edge of nothingness. тАЬI love you, Morgon of Hed. When
we finally leave this house, where will we go first? Hed?тАЭ
тАЬYes. Hed...тАЭ The name touched his heart suddenly,
like the word of a spell. тАЬI have no business going home. I
simply want to. For a few hours, at night... that might be
safe.тАЭ He thought of the sea, between them and his home,
and his heart chilled. тАЬI canтАЩt take you across the sea.тАЭ
тАЬIn HelтАЩs name, why not?тАЭ she said.
тАЬItтАЩs far too dangerous.тАЭ
тАЬThat makes no sense. Lungold is dangerous, and IтАЩm
going with you there.тАЭ
тАЬThatтАЩs different. For one thing, no one I loved ever
died in Lungold. Yet. For another thingтАФтАЭ
тАЬMorgon, I am not going to die in the sea. I can
probably shape water as well as fire.тАЭ
 тАЬYou donтАЩt know that. Do you?тАЭ The thought of her
caught in the water as it heaved itself into faces and wet,
gleaming forms made his voice rough. тАЬYou wouldnтАЩt
even have time to learn.тАЭ
тАЬMorgonтАФтАЭ
тАЬRaederle, I have been on a ship breaking apart in the
sea. I donтАЩt want to risk your life that way.тАЭ
тАЬItтАЩs not your risk. ItтАЩs mine. For another thing, I
have been on ships from Caithnard to Kyrth and back
looking for you and nothing ever happened to me.тАЭ
тАЬYou could stay at Caithnard. For only a fewтАФтАЭ
тАЬI am not going to stay at Caithnard,тАЭ she said
tersely. тАЬI am going with you to Hed. I want to see the
land you love. If you had your way, I would be sitting in a
farmhouse in Hed shelling beans and waiting for you, just
as I have waited for nearly two years.тАЭ
тАЬYou donтАЩt shell beans.тАЭ
тАЬI donтАЩt. Not unless you are beside me helping.тАЭ
He saw himself, a lean, shaggy-haired man with a
worn, spare face, a great sword at his side and a starred
harp at his back, sitting on the porch at Akren with a bowl