"L. E. Modesitt - Timedivers -Timegods - 03 - Timegods' World" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

"That's what the assistant magister announced, just before old quiet-ass brought you guys
in."

I grabbed my own cloak. I'd tried to take the lightweight one that morning, but Shaera and
my mother had forced the heavier one on me, and it was hard to argue against both of
them successfully. Since I'd wanted to catch the steamer ride with Dad--it did save me
nearly a kay in walking--I'd taken the heavy black one.

Once I had the cloak, I took the pack, but I left all the books.

"You aren't taking your studies?" asked Loiren in surprise as he closed his locker.

"Why bother? It should be a few days before we get power back, and they'll have to review
anyway."

"It's your head, Sammis."

I ignored Loiren. He meant well, but there were too many coincidences, and I wanted to
get to the Davniadses.

Outside, it was still cold and sunny, and the wind coming up the hill from the west chilled
my ears immediately. A good forty others were already marching down toward the road
where most, I suspected, would find steamers to take them home. The bells in the
Academy's temple were ringing to announce dismissal.

From the east, I could hear the lighter tones from Tyrnelle House, occasionally
disappearing in the whistle of the wind. Clutching my cloak around me tighter, I was glad
that I had not been successful in arguing for the lighter-weight overwear. Trudging down
the paving stones toward the highway, I hunched up inside the heavy wool.

Clouds were piling up on the horizon, and it looked like another storm was pelting
Inequital. While the capital wasn't visible from the low hills of Bremarlyn, I'd been there
enough to imagine what it must be like, with sheets of heavy rain pouring through kay after
kay of three, four, and even five story buildings--and the Grand Tower. Some of the
anarchists claimed that the emperor and, before her death, his mother the Grand
Empress, had used their power to keep other towers from being built.

Hoping my mother had left before the storm had hit, I whistled one or two notes of the
Marching Song, but the wind was too bitter to keep whistling. So I put my head down and
lengthened my steps. Despite my size, I could walk, or run, faster than anyone at the
Academy. Not that I was about to in the cold.

By the time I started along the walking trail by the highway, uphill most of the way, my
nose was running from the cold. The clouds from the west had begun to shut off the
sunlight, and the wind was building up into a gale, bringing with it an acrid odour.
Half a kay further, and I was looking for the occasional steamer that might be headed my
way, but most people lived on the eastern side of Bremarlyn. We lived on the more
isolated side, closer to Inequital and to the Revenue Court where my father practised.

Another half a kay, and I had reached the side road that wound gently toward our land. My