"Sharon K. Penman - Here Be Dragons" - читать интересную книгу автора (Penman Sharon K)

again" "The fact remains however, that Richard has been knov^" mdu]8e in
an unnatural vice He would rather satisfy his lust with me" with
women."
Llewelyn's eyes widened "E^Ut' ' ' but how?" he blurted out then saw Morgan
frown, and lapsed Jnt┬░ a chastened silence. Men lavine with other men? How
was that P┬░SS K'? He'd SCen enoug* animal! mating to be able to envision a
coJP ng betwee" a man and woman but when it came to coupling betwee/* f6"' his
imagination failed him' "Morgan ... do Richard's bX share this sin?"
"It is not a hereditary vice tle^elvn- it does not pass with the
S' M┬░rgan S3id dr^ " ?Cnry WaS hWU though h,ld,ess, Geoffrey's sins are
be/┬░"d "Ttin8> but he does confine
youn ^ fleSh f┬░ adultery- As he is/ hfi hag ^ ^ Bastard and seems destined for a We
┬░t debauchery and lechery " His r^┬░Uth taghtened-
EnRlan5'eVare nOt admirable men, )ad'. but one of *em will one day be
h? Z S ^ and yo┬л lives will *? lne^^ly entwined, yours and
^^orTthrnThat6'61161117' ^^ ^ tCaCh 7┬░U "O m┬░re Valuable
mer^e^┬░nS? At this ┬л ┬░f night? fG┬░┬░d God' M┬░'gan, have you no
s^e bent f"^ had COme ^ '7 ^ LaUghinS at M┬лgan "Her ? Uewelyn's PaUet,
en<1Op'ng hlm in a Plumed cloud C' darling, I thought you ^┬░Uld have a Pi]l
tonight. And I
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brought you this
She opened her palm. "See? It's a coral
Patet
noster.You put it under your pillow and you'll not be troubled by x dreams."
She began to adjust the covers, tucking him in, all the while keep; up a
running commentary about his "battle scars," telling him of fight his father
had gotten into as a youngster. He had reached the age whe he'd begun to shy
away from caresses, and she confined herself to playful kiss on the tip of his
nose, saying cheerfully, "Get some slee now, sweeting, and when next there is
a full moon, we'll go out by th moat and catch a frog. Then we'll draw a
circle around it, throw a handful of salt about, and you whisper to the frog
the name of the wretch who gave you that fearsome black eye . . . and within a
month he'll find himself covered with loathsome, hairy warts!"
She got the response she was aiming for; her son grinned. But as she
straightened up, Morgan touched her elbow, drew her away from the pallet.
"I do wish, Madame," he murmured, "that you would refrain from filling the
boy's head with such fanciful thoughts. Superstitions of that sort are rooted
in pagan rites and have no place in Christian belief."
Marared laughed, unrepentant. "Do not be such a stick, Morgan!" But then her
amusement chilled as if it had never been. The dark eyes narrowed, the full
red mouth thinned noticeably. It was as if he were of a sudden looking at a
different woman altogether.
"I want the names, Morgan."
"Names, Madame?"
"The names of the hellspawn who did that to my son," she hissed "I know he
told you, he tells you everything."
"He does not want you to know, Madame. It's better forgotten."
"Forgotten? That is my son, flesh of my flesh! I'll not let"