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

joined in the reminiscences.
"Is Krillicane still active in guild affairs? She was one of the great
ones," he said fondly.
"She retired shortly after you . . . withdrew from active participation,"
said Tristaver discreetly.
"Krillicane could do just about anything she put her mind to. Once, she
actually made a street speak."
"Why would anyone make a street speak?" Princess asked.
"Urgent request from some infatuated prince, as I recall. Krillie took it as
a challenge. It wasn't a street, actually. More like an alley: a little narrow
passage running behind one of the prince's stables. It took awhile, but she
made it talk."
"What did it say?" Tristaver asked.
"It said, 'We are not a mews.' She shut it up on the spot and never worked
that spell again." Kedrigern sighed. "We had real wizards in those days, Tris.
They'll never be forgotten."
"People still speak of you frequently, Kedrigern," Tristaver said. "I never
chat with another guild member but your name comes up. People keep asking
what's become of Kedrigern."
Kedrigern gave a little self-deprecating laugh. Waving off the remark with a
gesture, he refilled his tankard. Princess, looking on in silence, could sense
his pleasure at their visitor's words.
"I mean it sincerely. You really ought to be more active in guild affairs
again. We need people like you," Tristaver said earnestly.
"I've done my share, Tris."
"No one can deny that. Still, it's been a few years. You must miss it
sometimes. . . . The involvement ... the sense of being in touch with events
... the feeling of using your abilities to the full. . . . You're much too
young to retire like this. You're not even close to two hundred."
"I don't think about the guild much these days, Tris," Kedrigern said
cheerfully. "I still pay my dues, and I support its activities, but this is
the life I prefer."
"You don't bear any grudge over that Quintrindus affair, do you? Everyone
admits that you were absolutely right, and the rest of usтАФ"
"No grudges, Tris. Let's just forget the whole thing."
"Of course, of course, Keddie. Anything you like. If it were up to me, I
wouldn't say another word. But . . ."


Kedrigern sighed. "But the guild wants something, and it's your job to ask
for it. I thought so."
"It's a very small favor. A matter of a few days' time, and no effort at
all. Probably a bit of fun for you both. You see, Hithernils has vanished."
"I knew that was going to happen," Kedrigern said hotly. "He let everyone in
creation know where he kept the guild's treasure. Some barbarian must haveтАФ"
"No, no, no, it was nothing like that," Tristaver broke in. "No barbarians.
Hithernils is perfectly safe. He's at home now, in his study."
"You said he vanished."
"He did. He's invisible."
"How?"