"Andre Norton - Merlin' s mirror" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norton Andre)

never ceased their humming. But no voice replied to his

demand.

Now he saw that facing him, near the far end of the

aisle formed by the ranks of the blocks and cylinders,
there was a kind of shimmer uniting two of the blocks and
forming a glistening wall. As his eyes centered on that, the
shimmer died away and he could see some sort of form,
one no bigger than himself, in it.

Determined to meet the stranger, Myrddin moved for-
ward quickly, paying no heed now to the blocks flanking
his way, intent only on what grew ever stronger in the
mirror-like surface. He had never seen his own reflection
so bright and sharply clear, for the mirrors of the clan house
were either of polished bronze in a size so small one held
them in the hand, reflecting perhaps only one's face, or the
distorting surface of a well polished shield. But this was
entirely different and he had to stretch forth his hand, see
the reflected boy do likewise, before he was convinced
(hat it was only a mirror. The novelty of seeing the whole

of himself interested him at first.

His dark hair, so neatly parted and combed by Julia
that morning, was now in a tangled dark mass about his
shoulders, with bits of stick and leaf caught in it, left when
he had battered his way through the bushes. His small
face was very brown and he had dark brows which met in a
bar across his nose. Beneath them his eyes were startling

green.

The tunic which Julia had enlivened with a chaining of
red thread about neck and cuffs was torn and mud-bespat-
tered, and his long breeches of green and white checked
woolen stuff were tucked into ankle-high laced boots.
Down the breast of his tunic dangled his one ornament,
the claw of an eagle fastened to a red cord, and there was


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a streak of dried mud on his chin, a briar scratch on his
cheek. Though his clothing was warm and of good quality
of cloth, Julia's own weaving, he did not go as splendid as
a chief's grandson might. In fact only the good knife