"Andre Norton - WW - 27 - The Warding of the Witch World" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norton Andre)

Eydryth was not surprised by that sudden flashing into her mind. The Lady Sylvya, who was more than
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half of the Ancient Ones, might share their home, but also she still roamed the hills which had been her
joy in youth.

The fairness of the day had dimmed; clouds gathered. From the Kioga camp the din still sounded. Alon
gave the command:

"Wall!"

Eydryth's voice swelled. Her fingers were swift on the harp strings. To her voice fit the chant that Alon
now uttered, one which was picked up by the others. Only Trevor remained silent, but he moved to
stand before the adept, head up and childhood's seeming vanished from his small face. Both hands rose
over his head, his fingers clutched as if he grabbed for something hanging here. Then he hurled the
invisible.

They have with them a captive. Sylvya's mind-words thinned as if between them had arisen a barrier.
Firdun! He is mind-bound !

Eydryth's voice faltered, Trevor's hands shook, their chanting died away. Alon's features were as set as
if graven on the image of one of the High Ancients. He made a slight gesture and they moved a little away
from him.

Power -- Eydryth could feel it gathering --

Then-

She was hurtled to the pavement, her harp under her bruising her arm, Trevor screaming and clawing at
her. The raw chaos which struck at that moment was like no torment she had ever tried to face before.
She saw Joison wilt and go down, dragging Kerovan with her.

Alon staggered back, both hands to his head, his features twisted as if he stood in full torture.

Would this continue forever? If so, Eydryth did not believe that any who cowered there could live
through it.

However, as suddenly as it had struck, it was gone. They lay still for a long moment, as weak as plague
victims who had crawled from their beds.

Sylvya's message shook them back to life.

There has been such magic wrought as this world has not seen since the final battle of the Great
War--a rending and tearing past measuring. Those of Garth Howell lie now as dead and their
captive rides to freedom .

Alon's face was wet with sweat as he rubbed his hands across his cheeks. "That was not aimed at us