"John Morressy - The Questing Of Kedrigern" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morressy John)

"Can he really become a bird? It must be wonderful!"
"It's not all that difficult. I did it myself, a few times, when I was
starting out. It's a lovely way to travel, if you don't get airsick. I wonder
what brings him here. ..."
A small falcon circled overhead. Kedrigern waved, and the bird answered with
a sharp cry and shot off to disappear in the nearby woods.
"Tris will be joining us directly. He's shy about having people see him
land. He's always been a bit clumsy, and landing is the hardest part,"
Kedrigern said.


"Why does he turn into a merlin? Wouldn't a peregrine be faster?"
"Just sentimental, I guess."
Spot arrived with a silver tray on which stood a brimming, frost-coated
pitcher, three tankards, a generous platter of dark bread and soft pale
cheese. As the little troll departed, a slender, elegant figure emerged from
the trees, brushing vigorously at the leaves and dirt that clung to his
garments. He waved to Kedrigern and Princess, and approached them with rapid
strides. Kedrigern rose to greet him.
"Tris, how are you? It's been a long time!" he said heartily.
"Too long, Keddie!" the other wizard replied, throwing his arm around
Kedrigern's shoulder. "Everyone's always asking about you. I must say, you
look well. And is this Princess?"
"I'm happy to meet you, Master Tristaver," Princess said demurely, extending
her hand.
"And such a lovely voice! I'm so pleased for you both. I had heard . . .
Conhoon mentioned something . . . about a ... a croaking problem," Tristaver
said uncomfortably.
"That's all in the past. Well, come, sit down and join us for lunch, Tris.
What brings you here?"
"Oh, a few of us were talking the other night, and your name came up, and I
realized how long it's been since I saw you, so I decided to fly over first
chance I had. Thank you," Tristaver said, taking the foam-capped tankard
Kedrigern passed to him. "Actually, we were talking about that affair at
Castle Grodzik. Everyone's impressed with the way you handled Grodz. He was a
dangerous man."
"As a matter of fact, Tris, it was Princess's spell that did for Grodz.
She's rather good."
 "I learned it all from you, dear," Princess said, laying her hand on his.
"Well, we're all proud of you both. It's good to have this little visit, and
a chance to chat."
"Purely a social call. I see," Kedrigern said, intently filling a tankard
for Princess.
Tristaver smiled and smoothed his long snowy beard, but did not respond
further. Instead, he toasted Princess, and then Kedrigern, and after refilling
his tankard and breaking off a bit of bread he turned to the subject of the
guild to which he


and Kedrigern belonged. He spoke of old friends and old times, and Kedrigern