"Recluce - 07 - The Chaos Balance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

аа "So you were a grumpy girl, and you kept your mother up all night, all
the time. That wasn't a, nice thing to do..."
аа "Waaaa-daa-da . . . ooo . . ."
аа "No, it wasn't. It really wasn't."
аа Kyalynn yawned again, as Nylan rocked her, then once more, and shut
her eyes. Shortly, a snort and a soft snore followed.
аа "You can always get her to sleep," said Siret.
аа "That's true," the smith said. "When I talk, I can put anyone to
sleep, especially if I talk about building something." But the building
was done, mostly, and now he was a weapons smith, forging more
destruction. Did it always take force and more force?
аа He walked slowly toward the nursery and the corner bed that was
Kyalynn's. There he eased her down, and patted her back gently for a
moment, murmuring softly, until he was certain she would sleep.
аа Nylan glanced at the bed beside Kyalynn's, and patted a sleeping
Dyliess on the back for a moment. Half the time in the nursery he still
felt amazed.
аа Antyl smiled from the inside corner where she nursed her own son
Jakon, rocking slightly in the plain wooden rocker that all the guards
had helped craft early in the long winter.
аа Istril was burping Weryl, but she studiously avoided looking at Siret
or Nylan, confirming the smith's suspicions about the oh - so - casual
prearrangements.
аа Nylan and Siret eased out of the nursery and toward the great room.
аа "She still looks like you," the engineer said quietly.
аа "She takes things in like you do. She sees them, and she doesn't make
a fuss, but she knows-I swore she could feel you healers when you worked
on Llyselle's hand. Her eyes got wide, and she just watched."
аа "Could be," mused Nylan, stopping at the end of the lowest table. The
aromas of mint and spice and bread filled the room. "We both have the
talent. You'll have to be careful when she gets older."
аа "She might be too sensitive? I've thought of that." Siret nodded, then
gestured. "I can see the Marshal's waiting for you." Her voice cooled.
аа Nylan smiled wryly, then wiped the smile away before turning and
continuing toward the hearth and head table.
аа "How are the blades coming?" asked Ryba. "I'm starting another. The
one we finished yesterday is ready to sharpen." Nylan stepped around
Ryba's chair and slid into his place on the bench next to Huldran.
"Another one?" groaned Saryn from across the table. "Another one." Nylan
offered a bright smile. "And Huldran will have another finished late
today or tomorrow."
аа "Two?" Saryn shrugged, then wiped, her steaming forehead. "You two
keep this up, and we'll have enough of those killer blades for a complete
U.F.F. legion."
аа "Isn't that the idea?" asked the engineer, ladling out Blynnal's
noodles.
аа "I haven't figured out any other way to stop the locals. Have you?"
asked Ryba mildly.
аа Nylan shrugged. That was the problem with Ryba. While her answers to
questions were usually right, they all too often involved the maximum