"Irene Radford - Merlin's Decendants 04 - Guardian of the Promise" - читать интересную книгу автора (Radford Irene)

"Retirada!" a command came from deep within the line <>l trees. "Retirada!" An accent tinged the deep guttural
voice. I had not the time to decipher it.
I did not even realize the man had spoken in Spanish talher than English.
The wolves turned and ran as one.
Through the mist of my barrier I glimpsed a short, wiry man clad all jn black and silver. He loped away at the head of
the pack. Something was wrong with his left arm. He
At last Peregrine climbed out of the lake, drawing hi -sword even as his feet touched solid ground. He met the
cradled 1 it close against his chest.
steel. They bit at his blade art "Dee!" Hal tore at my barrier. "Open the wall, Dee, you
b safe now."
I took a deep breath and then another. My mind unwove the willow fronds. One by one they parted. The magic
col-litpsed. It slithered around me, becoming a tight envelope ┬╗l mist, and then it disappeared inside me. The earth
(Hooted the magic through my feet and gratefully accepted it back. The spell grounded successfully.
I collapsed into Hal's arms. Uncle Donovan rushed to mlold us both in a deep hug. "Werewolves. How could
werewolves attack you this close to dawn!"
four wolves with cold steel. They
danced away, stung by its edge. The wolf that had killed Wc safe now.
Malcolm joined them.
A raven swooped down and pecked at the lead wolf; nose. The beast turned and bit at the bird. It flew awa) with a
sarcastic croak.
Peregrine lunged with his blade. I watched each slash in wolf fur close and knit within a few heartbeats. Malcolm's
murderer had already healed.
"What creatures of evil are these?" I gasped.
The pup struggled to be free of my grasp.
Irene Radford
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Guardian of the Promise
Magic. They sought my magic," I stammered. I trem liimiliar. You are not guaranteed the heritage of the Pen-bled all
over. My knees wanted to collapse. I could noidragon, and therefore your use of magic must be circum-lakc my eyes
away from the still form of Malcolm. Onlyxpcct and carefully controlled."
Hal's embrace and the pup pressed to my side kept me "Yes, Uncle," I replied meekly. My face flushed with upright.
Kuilt. I'd never live up to my father's legacy.
"Powerful men know of the Pendragon. They search this region for signs of magic in hopes of finding, perhaps killing,
the Pendragon," Peregrine reminded us all. He had no magic himself, but he'd lived around magicians all his life,
"What kind of spell did you weave to attract werewolves?" Uncle Donovan leaned away from me and looked me
sternly in the eye. "I have forbidden you to work any magic without my supervision." His attention strayed to the^
blackened form that had once been a man.
"I know," I replied meekly. Suddenly I could look! where but the grass at my feet. " Twas just a silly spell entertain the
faeries." And because of it, Malcolm, a gf and honorable man, had died.
And another had paid the price for that death, horribly.
"A very silly spell indeed. 'Twas stupid. Dangerous!" f last, Uncle Donovan looked at the horror that had once' been
Malcolm's face and neck. He gulped and bowed his head a moment. "I shall have to think on your punishment for
disobedience, young lady." Uncle Donovan dropped hij arms from my shoulders.
I suddenly felt cold and alone.
Hal tightened his grip on me in reassurance.
"They killed Coffa." I let a tear trickle down my cheel I could not think on the man who was also dead.
"She was old for a wolfhound." Uncle Donovan sounde<| sad. "She was beyond breeding again. She left you another!
familiar. The pup will also be Coffa, Remembrance, so thai you remember why a trusted retainer and your familiaif
died." He turned on his heel and marched back toward the church and Malcolm. He shed his doublet and placed il
reverently over the face of the corpse. "Gaspar, Peregrine, fetch Father Peter. We need to burn the body to sanctify his