"Jennifer Roberson - CotC 4 - The House of Homana" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberson Jennifer)

And swore again as I saw the laughter in her amber,
slanted eyes.

And suddenly I knewтАФ

I glanced back instantly. In the clearing, very near the
place I had waited so patiently, the red stag lay dead, the
fang stag, with the finest rack of antlers I had ever seen.
And a red-fletched arrow stood up tike a standard from
his ribs.

"lan!" I shouted. "lanтАФcome out! It was not fair!"

The cat sat down in the clearing, commenced licking
one big paw, and continued to purr noisily.

"lan?" I looked suspiciously at the cat a moment.
"NoтАФTasha." Still there was no answer. It was all I
could do not to fill the trees with my shout. "lan, the
stag was mineтАФdo you hear?" I waited. Wiggled my foot
inside my boot; the cramp, thank the gods, was fading.
"Ion," I said menacingly; giving up, I bellowed it. "The
stag was mine not yoursi"

"But you were much too slow." The answering voice
was human, not feline. "Much too slow; did you think
the king would wait on a prince forever?"

I spun around. As usual, with him, I had misjudged his
position. There were times I would have sworn he could
make his voice issue from rock or tree, and me left
searching fruitlessly for a man.

My brother sifted out of trees, brush, slanted foggy
shadows into the clearing beside the dead stag. Now that


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I saw him clearly, I wondered that I had not seen him
before. He had been directly across from me. Watching,
Waiting. And laughing, no doubt, at his foolish younger
brother.

But in silence, so he would not give himself away.

I swore. Aloud, unfortunately, which only gave him