"Steven Piziks - Patterns in the Chain" - читать интересную книгу автора (Piziks Steven)

"Jeweline," the girl said timidly. "My name is Jeweline."
Of course it is, Mother Berchte thought. "And?" she said aloud. "You didn't climb all the way up here
just to tell me your name."



Jeweline took a deep breath. Although the inflation of her chest did nothing for Mother Berchte, it earned
an admiring snort from Nassirskaegi in his corner. Jeweline's head snapped around and her eyes widened
for a split second before she could school her features back into impassivity. Berchte awarded her silent
points for quick recovery. Many people reacted badly to giant goats the size of horses, but few hid their
surprise so quickly. Nassirskaegi yawned, revealing yellow teeth.



"Um . . . r-raiders attacked our holding," Jeweline said. "My parents were slain, my brothers murdered.
My sisters were taken. I need to rescue them."



"With that?" Mother Berchte pointed scornfully at Jeweline's sword with her chin. Her knitting needles
flashed through another row, and the swiftly growing shirt clinked in her lap.



"With your help," Jeweline said. "If you'll give it."



Mother Berchte nodded and rocked, knitting without answering. Jeweline shifted uncomfortably. A drop
of sweat trickled down her face.



Knit one, purl two. Knit one, purl two.



"Well, why not?" Mother Berchte said at last. "That's a hell of a climb, and you deserve something for it.
Choose one."



Jeweline peered about the dimly-lit cave. "Choose one what?"



Mother Berchte blew at the fireplace. The flames blazed up, throwing the cave into almost painful
brightness. Dozens of mail shirts glittered and sparkled from every wall, each with a unique style and
design. Different types of wire knitted artfully into the weave created patterns and pictures. This one