"Michael Moorcock - Corum 3 - The King of the Swords" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moorcock Michael)

But King Onold of Lywm-an-Esh would not see his ruined
Halwyg-nan-Vake reborn, for he, too, had been slain in the
siege and his mother ruled as regent till his son should
come of age. Scaffolding lingered in some parts of the
Floral City, for King Lyr-a-Brode and his barbarians had
done much damage. New sculptures were being erected,
fresh fountains made, and it was now plain that Halwyg's
quiet magnificence would be yet finer than before. So it
was across all the land of Lywm-an-Esh.

And so it was beyond the sea, in Bro-an-Vadhagh. The
Mabden had been driven back to the land from which they
had first come, Bro-an-Mabden, grim continent to the
northeast. And their fear of the power of the Vadhagh was
strong again.

In the sweet land of gentle hills and deep, comforting
forests and placid rivers and soft valleys which was Bro-an-
Vadhagh only the ruins of gloomy Kalenwyr remained
тАФruins avoided but remembered.

And off the coast, on the Nhadragh Isles, the few who
had survived the Mabden killingsтАФfrightened, degenerate
creaturesтАФwere allowed to live out their lives. Perhaps
these wretched Nhadragh would breed prouder children
and their race would flourish again, as it had in its
centuries of glory, before too many years passed.

The world returned to peace. The people who had come
back to this place in the magical Gwlas-cor-Gwrys, the City
in the Pryamid, set to work to restore the ravaged Vadhagh
castles and lands. They abandoned their strange city of
metal in favor of the traditional homes of their Vadhagh
ancestors. Presently Gwlas-cor-Gwrys was all but deserted,

standing amongst the pines of a remote forest, not far from
one of the broken Mabden fortresses.

It seemed that a wonderful new age of peace had
dawned both for the Mabden of Lywm-an-Esh and for the
Vadhagh who had been that land's saviors. The threat of
Chaos was forgotten. Now two out of three realmsтАФten
out of fifteen planesтАФwere ruled by Law. Surely,
therefore, Law was stronger?

Most thought so. Queen Crief, the Regent of Lywm-an-
Esh thought so and told her grandson, King Analt, that it
was so, and the little long told his subjects that it was so.
Prince Yurette Hasdun Nury, ex-Commander of Gwlas-cor-
Gwrys, believed it pretty much. The rest of the Vadhagh