"John Morressy - Conhoon and the Fairy Dancer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morressy John)

draft. With a satisfied sigh, he said, "Long and far have I traveled, and my
thirst was great."

"There's porridge, if you don't mind scraping the pot."

"I am not here to eat, but to win the aid of the wizard who can help me find
the
hand of my wife."

"And what is the problem with it?"

Corbal's brow darkened, and he said, "A wicked spell has been put on the fair
Noreen, and her small white hand has been changed for a lobster's claw."

Conhoon looked interested. "It may be that you need do no searching at all, if
you can have the spell undone."

"I know nothing of that. I know only that I am pledged to seek and search over
land and sea, and through the air if that is needful, enduring all weathers
and
braving all dangers until I find the hand of the fair Noreen, whose beauty is
such that the angels of heaven --"

"And will Blind Liam not help you?" Conhoon broke in.

"My uncle's power extends only to the birds of the air and the beasts of the
wild wood, and to certain fish of the sea. If he tampered with a spell of the
Good People he would be done in, surely. But he gave me good advice."

"And what did he tell you?"

"He told that you have dealt with the Good People." Conhoon's brows lowered,
and
he frowned. "I have."

"They fear your name."

"It's wise they are to fear it."

"You've beaten them at their own tricks. There's few can say that."

"Few? There's none, boyo!"

"Indeed there is not. My uncle is wiser than any seven men in Ireland, and
it's
he who told me that no man but Conhoon can help me get back the hand of my
fair
Noreen."

"The Good People are a nasty tricky lot," said Conhoon.