"Nancy Springer - Isle 02 - The Silver Sun" - читать интересную книгу автора (Springer Nancy)

Alan looked up. What he saw was to remain clear in his

memory for as long as he lived.



The burly captain had turned pale with fear. His chin

quivered above a glinting blade pressed against his fleshy



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throat. But more fearsome than the sword's point, Alan

thought, was the one who held the sword. He was a youth

with the face of a warrior, straight of brow and strong of

JawтАФbut there was more than a warrior's power about

him. His eyes were steel gray, and there was some quality

in his hard gaze that caused the captain to tremble and

flinch, that caused Alan himself to struggle to his feet in

hazy alarm. Yet he could not name the fear that he felt-



The gray-eyed youth spoke a few words that Alan

could not understand, while his glance flashed with an

eerie intensity of will that shocked Alan anew. Though

the stranger had not moved, holding his sword to the cap-

tain's throat, the horses plunged away from him. The cap-

tain's men could not control them. Squealing and shying,

they bolted into the Forest with their hapless riders on
their backs. The stranger knocked the captain's sword