"Jennifer Roberson - CotC 4 - The House of Homana" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberson Jennifer)"RujhoтАФ" so quickly he slipped into the Old TongueтАФ
"are you ill?" "No." Abrupt answer, too abrupt; I inspected the bow again, for want of another action to cover my brief slip. "No, onlyтАФ " I sought a lie to cover up the pain '*тАФonly disappointed. But I should know better than to match myself against you in something soтАФ" I pausedтАФ"so Cheysuli as hunting a stag. You have only to take lir- shape, and the contest is finished." lan indicated the arrow. "No fir-shape, rujho. Only human form." He smiled, as if he knew we joked, but something told me he knew well enough what had prompted my discomfiture. "If it pleases you, Niall, I will concede. Without Tasha's interference, you might well have taken the stag." I laughed at him outright. "Oh, aye, might have. Such a concession, rujho\ You will almost have me believing I know what I am doing." "You know what I taught you, my lord." lan grinned. "And now, if you like, I will- go fetch the horses as a proper liege man so we may escort the dead king home "To Homana-Mujhar?" The palace was at least two hours away; rain threatened again. "No, I thought Clankeep. We can prepare the stag there for a proper presentation. Old Newlyn knows all the tricks." lan bent down and with a quick twist re- moved the unbroken arrow from between the ribs of the stag. "Clankeep is closer, for all that." I shut my mouth on an answer and did not say what I longed to: that I much preferred the palace. Clankeep is Cheysuli; liriess, I am extremely uncomfortable there. I avoid it when I can. lan glanced up. "Niall, it is your home as much as Mujhara." So easily he read me, even by my silence. I shook my head. "Homana-Mujhar is my place. Clankeep is yours." Before he could speak I turned 9 away. "I will get the horses. My legs are younger than yours." |
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