"R. Garcia y Robertson - Firebird" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robertson R Garcia Y)

тАЬOh, no! I will gather more fungus, and webs for spinning. See, I am taking my spindle.тАЭ

The Witch shook her head. тАЬYour youth will be the death of me. Always rushing life along.тАЭ

тАЬNo! Never.тАЭ She kissed the WitchтАЩs cold wrinkled lips. тАЬYou will always be here.тАЭ The Bone Witch
had been in the Iron Wood forever.

тАЬOf course, but what has that to do with it?тАЭ The Witch shooed her out of the hut.

As the Witch predicted, she went straight to the cave, fearing she would find it empty. Nearing the spring,
she stopped to listen. And heard nothing. Maybe he had obeyed her and stayed in the cave. More likely
he was long gone.

She was thrilled to find herself wrong. тАЬBonjour,тАЭ he greeted her with a grin when she stuck her head
into the cave. Heaving himself upright, he peered at her basket. тАЬWhat is this? Food, how wonderful! Did
you bring wine as well?тАЭ She admitted she had not, having never so much as seen a grape. тАЬAlas, too
bad. But this is magic enough. Is there meat?тАЭ

тАЬKalbasa.тАЭ She doled out a length of smoked sausage.

тАЬExcellent, good old kalbasa, and bread too. What a wonderful wood sprite. Would there be caviar to
go with it?тАЭ

тАЬThere is.тАЭ She showed him the gleaming fish roe wrapped in a cool leaf. Long Lake teemed with
sturgeon.

тАЬCaviar! Fantastic. What a feast!тАЭ

тАЬAnd myot also.тАЭ She showed him the comb.

тАЬHoney. How delightful.тАЭ

тАЬAnd yogurt.тАЭ

тАЬAh yes, MarkovyтАЩs answer to sour milk.тАЭ

тАЬAnd diynya.тАЭ

тАЬDiynya?тАЭ He looked puzzled.

She lifted the melon from the bottom of the basket, holding it out to him. тАЬDiynya.тАЭ

тАЬOf course. Diynya. How utterly delicious.тАЭ Taking the melon, he kissed her. тАЬMerci beaucoup,
Mademoiselle wood sprite.тАЭ

Her lips tingled from her first kiss by a grown man. The lumpish son of the family she lived with once held
her down and tried to kiss her, but she bit his tongue. This was completely different. Delicious shivers
shot through her, raising goosebumps from nipples to her groin. That he did it quickly and casually did not
matter. Nor did it matter that he had clearly forgotten her name. It was enough that she remembered his,
Sir Roy dтАЩRoye, Chevalier de lтАЩEtoile, et le Baron dтАЩRoye. She felt utterly ecstatic, having her first real