"Michael Moorcock - The Runestaff 3 - The Sword of The Dawn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moorcock Michael)

old man's secret, I returned to Londra thinking that
my power would enable me to bargain with those at
Court who were displeased with me. I wished only to
be returned to my former status and know that I had an
audience to write for once again. However, when I told
them of my new-found discipline, they instantly threat-
ened my life unless I came here and destroyed that
which enabled you to enter this dimension ... so I
cameЧglad, I must admit, to escape them. I was not
particularly willing to risk my skin in offending you
good folk but..."

"They did not ensure, in some way, that you would
perform the task they set you?" Hawkmoon asked.
"That is strange."

"To tell you the truth," Tozer said, downcast, "I do
not think they altogether believed in my power. I think
they merely wished to test that I had it. When I agreed
to go and left instantly, they must have been shocked."

"Not like the Dark Empire Lords to allow such an

Х oversight," mused D'Averc, his aquiline face frowning.

"Still, if you did not win our confidence, there's no

reason you should have won theirs. Nonetheless, I am

not altogether convinced that you speak the truth."

"You told them of this old man?" Bowgentle said.
"They will be able to learn his secret for themselves!"

"Not so," Tozer said with a leer. "I told them I had

struck upon the power myself, in my months of soli-
tude."

"No wonder they did not take you seriously!"
D'Averc smiled.

Tozer looked hurt and took another draft of wine.

"I find it difficult to believe that you were able to
travel here by exercise of your will alone," Bowgentle
admitted. "Are you sure you employed no other
means...?"

"None."