"Nancy Springer - Isle 03 - The Sable Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Springer Nancy)

Meg stopped laughing with a sigh. "I must get home, dark. or no dark. My mother will be frantic with
worry even now."
 "There's more to think of." Trevyn leaned against a tree, judiciously. "Have you considered how Molly
came to be here?"

"I have not had time to consider!" Meg bristled at his tone.

"I've been hours and hours after her. She has never come this

far before." *

"She was chased." Trevyn pointed at the snow all around the margin of the pool. "Wolves. See their
tracks?"

"Ay, those prints look fresh," Meg agreed reluctantly, "but why would wolves hunt Molly? It has been a
mild autumn, and there are rabbits enough about."

"The wolves have been singing of larger game today," Trevyn said evenly. "Their voices have filled the
Forest." Meg looked into his shadowy green eyes and saw foreboding there that she could not
understand.

"What're ye saying?" she demanded, half frightened, half angry. "That the beasts are of a mind to attack?
There is nothing in the Forest that will harm me."

"I would have said the same of myself," Trevyn muttered.

They stood eyeing each other in perplexity. Meg started to shiver as her clothes dried in the winter wind.

"Wolves or no wolves," Trevyn broke silence, "you need a fire."

"We should camp here, then," she agreed heavily. "If they come, we can get into the mud holeтАФ"

"It's too small for all of us. Come on." Trevyn strode back the way he had come without even a glance at
his horse. It followed him unled, and the cow, Molly, lowed softly and followed him as well.

Meg stared in disbelief. "The poor thing must be addled," she murmured, and trotted after.

"Gather wood," Trevyn called.

He filled his arms as he walked. After a few hundred feet he found the campsite he had noted earlier, a
jumbled pile of rock protruding from a steep forest slope. Such formations



were not uncommon in those parts, but this one had a jutting shelf of granite overhead. The dirt beneath
was trampled clear of undergrowth, black with ashes. Many travelers had camped hereтАФperhaps even
Hal and Alan in years gone by.

Trevyn made the fire, then collected firewood feverishly until full dark stopped him. The girl tended the