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

"No one!" Alan smiled sheepishly. "I am not bound

by any god of grove or cave or temple. But a lifelong habit

is hard to break. . . . My fathers worshiped the Star Son."



"Ah." Hal's face was unreadable. "He is not too de-

manding, this Star Son?"



"Nay," Alan answered grimly. "Not like the Sacred

Son of the Easterners, who inflicts suffering worse than

his own." He spoke harshly, for he was remembering

someone he had once known. He could not tell that, be-

hind the cloudy sheen of his gray eyes, Hal remembered

as well.



After breakfast they scrubbed the pot in the stream,

then wandered through the forest glade. It was late spring;



6 THE SILVER SUN
the trees were covered with bright leaf, and the grass spar-

kled like the water. Hal and Alan lay down and basked

in the sun. The warmth baked much of the stiffness from

Alan's wounds, and he stirred contentedly.



Hal spoke lazily. "I dare say we shall be having com-