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

until she was right next to Mother Berchte's rocking chair. Her head barely reached Berchte's chest, even
though Berchte was seated. Nassirskaegi admired her from his corner and nibbled a bit of hay in an
extremely suggestive manner.



"Look for the pattern." Mother Berchte's needles clicked faster and faster until her fingers were a blur.
"I've already given you the first lesson: never settle for less than the best. The second lesson is that
everything happens in threes. You've had your third visit with Father Fluss, if that pouch at your waist is
filled with sleepyseed like I think it is. This is your third visit to me. And in a moment you'll be making
your third try to rescue your sisters."



"What about the armor?"
"You've already destroyed two sets, girlie," Berchte grumped. "You're on your own there. I don't knit
this stuff for free."



"Is it true that you take your goat to bed with you?" Jeweline asked abruptly.



Berchte stopped knitting for a moment and lashed out a hand. It caught Jeweline squarely across the
face. She cried out and stumbled backward to the mouth of the cave.



"Don't be rude," Berchte told her mildly. She tried to pick up her knitting, but ended up staring down at
her lap in puzzled astonishment instead.



"Over here," Jeweline called.



"Shit," Berchte muttered into her lap.



"You're good at guessing," Jeweline continued. "I'll bet you can guess what I want next."



Berchte glared across the cave to the entrance where Jeweline was brandishing the missing knitting
needle. "Maybe I'll take up crocheting."