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

I am soft rain,

I am rivers of thought,

I am sea tides,

I am a turning wheel.

I am the waning moon.

I am the mare who rides men mad,

I am the sable moon.

I am the howl of the wolf,

I am the hag,

I am the flood of destruction.

I am the ship that rides the flood,

I am the crescent moon.

I am the dark, bright, changing moon.



Book One

FATE AND THE MAIDEN



Chapter One

Prince Trevyn was seventeen years old, and still struggling out of childhood like an eaglet out of the shell,
when he first met Gwern. It was not a happy meeting.

Trevyn had galloped far ahead of the others, because his half-fledged falcon had led him a crazy course
over the grassy downs. Muttering to himself and whistling at the bird, he topped a rise and saw a herd of
yearling colts in the dingle below. Small heads, arched necks, level backs, and high-set, windswept
tailsтАФyoung though they were, everything about them marked them unmistakably as steeds of the royal
breed. A stranger stood with them, stroking a chestnut filly on the nose.

"You, there!" Trevyn shouted hotly. "Let the horses alone!"

The fellow glanced at him without moving. Trevyn sent his mount plunging down the slope toward him.
"Let the horses alone, I say!" he called again as he approached.