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

Antyl in the corner nearest the north door that led to the bathhouse and
laundry.
аа "Be wondering how long afore you'd be here," said the mahogany-haired
woman, extending her arms to Dyliess. "Jakon misses the silver-heads. He
be telling when they're not here. So's Dephnay. It's like they reassure
the others. Like you do, ser."
аа Part of their heritage? An earlier manifestation of sensitivity to the
order fields-the black "magic" of Candar?
аа "Me?" asked Nylan involuntarily.
аа "You and the flame-healer. And the other silvertops. People settle
down round you. Except the Marshal, but she's the Angel, and that's
different. Don't know as to what some of us had done, weren't for
Westwind. Now, don't ye be minding me. Your little ones be fine."
а аNylan smiled and headed for the main door to the tower- the south
door, pausing as Llyselle passed, carrying in an armload of stove wood
for Blynnal.
аа "How's the hand?" he asked.
аа "Almost healed." The silver-haired guard shook her head. "So stupid. I
just took my eyes off the saw an instant. You survive battles, and almost
lose a hand to a saw, a frigging handsaw."
аа "It happens."
аа "It's still stupid, but I was lucky you and the healer were near."
With a last smile, Llyselle headed toward the lower level. The
engineer-smith closed the tower door behind himself and hurried out to
the end of the causeway, his ship-jacket closed only halfway.
аа Despite the bright sun, the first green tendrils of the snow lilies
rising through the melting whiteness, and the dampness at the ends of the
snow piles flanking the road, Ayrlyn's jacket was fastened all the way
up, her gloved hands in the pockets of the worn heavy-weather parka that
was one of the handful that had come down in the landers from the
Winterlance.
аа "Cold?" he asked.
аа "I'm always cold here, even in summer." Her brown eyes flashed in that
way that conveyed a blueness, even though the smith intellectually knew
that the blue flash he saw was more an order field manifestation than
anything visual. Order field or not, it meant anger. "I've done pretty
well for someone not raised in a freezer like the rest of you. I don't
hide in the tower, and I don't crouch by the kitchen stove. Darkness
knows, I feel like it. But I don't."
аа "I never said anything about that."
аа "You don't have to. You're not as bad as the others, but all of you
are so damned condescending about it. I'd love to get you down in the
lowlands in summer, and then smile at you while the sweat pours off your
forehead and you feel like you're going to fall over from heatstroke."
аа Nylan pursed his lips. Was he really that bad? "Am I that bad?"
аа "No. Not usually, but I'm in a lousy mood. And you ought to know why.
That is something you should know."
аа "You've been here for me . . ." he said slowly. "When no one else was
. . . not anyone who understood."
аа "There were others? You told me-"