"03 - Legacy of the Sword" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberson Jennifer)

more of that. Did you think to be free of such things?

"Free?" Donal demanded aloud. "Carillon ended Shaine's
qu'mahlinf'1

Neither lir answered at once.

Donal shivered. He was cold. He felt ill. He wanted to spit
much as the Homanan had spat, wishing only to rid himself
of the sour taste of shock.

"Ended," he repeated. "Everyone in Homana knows Car-
illon ended the purge."

Lom's tone was grim. There are fools in the world, and
madmen; people driven by ignorant prejudice and fear.

Donal looked out on the square and slowly shook his head.
Around him swarmed Homanans whom he had, till now,
trusted readily enough, having little reason not to. But now,
looking at them as they went about their business, he won-
dered how many hated him for his race without really under-
standing what he was.

Why? he asked his lir. Why do they spit at me?

You are the closest target. Taj told him. Not because of
rank and title.

Homanan rank and title, Donal pointed out. Can they not
respect that at ieasfl It is their own, after all.

If you tell them who and what you are, Lom agreed.
Perhaps. But he saw only a Cheysuli.

Donal laughed a little, but there was nothing humorous in
it. Ironic, is it not? That man had no idea I was the Prince of
HomanaЧhe saw a shapechanger, and spat. Knowing, maybe
he would have shut his mouth, out of respect for the title. But

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others, other HomanansЧknowing what Carillon has made
meЧresent me for that title.

A woman, passing, muttered of beasts and demons and
made a ward-sign against the god of the netherworld. The
sign was directed at Donal, as if she thought he was a servant
of Asar-Suti.