"Melanie Rawn - Dragon Prince 3 - Sunrunners Fire" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rawn Melanie)

down the weakening rays of light. She sensed his anger at her use of the drug,
and a deeper resentment that she could rid herself of him so effortlessly. She
caught a glimpse of Pol in his thoughts and the unguarded hope that the son
would not be as powerful as the mother. With the drug singing in her blood she
could have followed him while maintaining the Fire-conjure simultaneously. It
was an intriguing thought, not the least bit frightening. But she had the
distinct impression that she ought to be frightened.

Andry had moved closer to the bonfire. No voices or other sounds carried
through Sioned's Fire, but she knew Urival had asked him to tell what he had
done, who he had spoken with. As the sun went down and they waited for the
moons to riseтАФearly tonight, which was the reason for holding the ritual nowтАФ
Andry replied, then went round the circle of faradh'im and touched hands with
each.

Sioned remembered the day she'had done the same. With Camigwen at her side,
joined in this achievement as they had been in almost all other aspects of
their training, she had stood before each Sunrunner to receive greetings and
smiles as she became one of them.

"Sioned. . . ." Ostvel's half-strangled voice brought her back to Stronghold.

She looked in bewilderment at his pain-clouded gray eyes, then at the Fire in
the brazier. Within, called forth from her memory by her dranath-enhanced
senses, stood not the present circle of faradh'im at Goddess Keep but a group
of people in full sunlight, herself and Camigwen clasping hands with each.
Amazed and fascinated, she let the conjured memory last a while longer,
feeling not a bit of strain at maintaining it. She looked for the first time
in eighteen winters at her beloved friend's face, the exquisite dark eyes and
the delicate features, watched Camigwen complete the circle and stand waiting
with her, practically dancing with excitement as Andrade came forward to give
them their fifth rings.
"SionedтАФplease," Ostvel whispered, the words raw with emotion. [

She gave a start and the Fire vanished. "OstvelтАФI'm f so sorry, I didn't
thinkтАФ" I

Riyan was biting his lip, as heart-caught as his father but for a different
reason: he had few memories of the mother who had died before he was two
winters old.

"Forgive me," Sioned murmured, ashamed.

Ostvel shook his head. "It's all right. JustтАФa shock. Seeing her again."

Sioned thanked the Goddess that Alasen was not present, and returned her
attention to what she was supposed to be doing. The Fire leaped up again in
response to her call, just in time for those watching to see Andry finish the
circle and rejoin Urival by the bonfire.