"L. E. Modesitt - Corean Chronicles 4 - Alector's Choice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

He hurried down the stone steps to the main level and out toward the
sunroom, with the wide glass windows overlooking the courtyard garden.
As he passed the archway to the kitchen, Dainyl nodded to Sentya and
Zistele. "Good morning-"

"Good morning, Colonel." The two serving girls-- blonde landers, of
course--wore sleeveless tunics. Dainyl could see a trace of perspiration at
the hairline of Zistele, the younger.

Lystrana was almost glowing as Dainyl stepped into the sunroom, and
her smile was dazzling as she rose from the circular table and stepped
around it toward him.

"You look happy," he said.

"I am. We've waited so long."

"Just ten years. Some of the lower alectors never receive permission,
and I'm not exactly the highest of the high. It's more because of you than
me."

"It could be because you'll be the next submarshal."

"That's far from certain, and even a submarshal is less than a high
assistant." Dainyl and Lystrana had talked over Tyanylt's death--quietly
and when no one else was around--but neither could think of a reason for
his death except for what the marshal had suggested. Going against
superiors was always dangerous, regardless of whether one was correct.

"Why doesn't matter." Lystrana threw her arms around him and
hugged him tightly. She was almost as tall as he was, and her body melded
with his. "You don't care, do you?"

"Of course, I care. I've been as impatient as you've been. I may not show
it--"

"Oh, no. That's not what I meant." She whispered in his ear. "A boy or a
girl. That's what I meant." She leaned back slightly in his arms, her violet
eyes intent on his face.

Dainyl grinned, ruffling her shimmering black hair with one hand.
"Whatever will be."

"You always know the right things to say, and you mean them."

He hoped that he did.

"You need to eat." She stepped out of his arms. "Your day starts earlier
than mine."