"Silistra - 02 - The Golden Sword" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morris Janet E)

I felt his arm tighten, heard the intake of his breath, felt the imperceptible
shake of his head.
УHow long have you been upon this chaldra? And where have you been that you do
note know what has occurred?Ф At his words, I felt the ice wind again upon me.
УEven in the Parset barrens, we have heard that news.Ф
УWhat is the date?Ф I asked. УI have been long sequestered.Ф I could not tell
him more, not yet. УWhat news is it that I have not heard?Ф
УThe date is Finara second first, 25,695.Ф
It had been more than two years, Silistran time, since I had been with Sereth
beneath the Falls of Santha.
УAnd what is it,Ф I asked again, Уthat СI have not heard?Ф
УThat Vedrev has taken up the chaldra of the soil, and at the hands of Sereth
crill Tyris.Ф Ahead of us, Chayin slowed his mount. Had did likewise. I was
aware, but vaguely, of the silhouetted tyla palms, the smell of fresh water in
the air. Amid the barrens was an expanse of life, and growth.
УWe approach Wiyuta jer, little crell. Name me another Day-Keeper to whom you
would like this message given.Ф
I hardly heard him. Vedrev dead, and, at SerethТs hand? What had happened? How
could such a thing be true? And what of Sereth? It is unthinkable, a heinous
crime, for a Slayer to kill a Day-Keeper.
УRistran, perhaps,Ф I answered, when he repeated the question. УRistran of
Astria.Ф
I had to know. I asked what was in my mind, what constricted my heart and made
my tongue huge and unwieldy in my mouth.
УDoes Sereth live?Ф
Hael laughed. I did not like the sound of that laugh; there was no humor in it,
УIndeed he does. But enough talk of these things. For you, all that exists is
the. Nemarsi, and its cahndor. You had best forget Sereth of Arlet. I will
doТwhat I said, and deliver your message, but you might be better off if I did
not. Things are much changed in Arlet; indeed, upon the face of all Silistra.
Sereth crill Tyris is much changed. You are better off crell to Chayin than you
would be if the past-Seven of Arlet knew you yet live. I would not, if I were
you, speak your given name again, as long as you yet breathe. Forget who you
were. Let Estri, Well-Keepress of Astria, remain unfound. I thought it might be
you when I saw that sign upon the cloak.Ф He reined up the black threx, lest he
pace abreast of Chayin Сs dapple in his haste to reach the grassy ,jer.
УTell me,Ф I pleaded, Уwhy you say these things.Ф He shook his head, and did not
speak again to me, but let the threx he rode have its head. The black came up
beside the cahndorТs threx and was then content to match him. The dappleТs ears
went back, he snorted and snapped, and the cahndor slapped him sharply with the
flat of his hand. The animal jumped and lunged, and Chayin pulled so upon the
double bits that the foam dribbling from the threxТs mouth turned red.
The black was much unnerved by this, and danced and quivered beneath us. Once
again Hael reined him back. He leaned forward to sluice the new sweat off the
sleek shoulder.
you at the same time. I might have been tempted. You could have value beyond
that which seems apparent. But he saw that. Privately, but valid nontheless, you
have spoken the words. Nothing can change that.Ф
УHe does not know who I am. My name meant nothing to him,Ф I protested. I would
have much preferred to belong to this Day-Keeper, if I had to belong to any of