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

"Nay, go if you must go! Are there provisions on that sickly ship?"

Trevyn only nodded.

"Confound it, let us be on with it, then!"
 They put the boarding plank to the gaudy wolf-boat. Trevyn strode off and fetched a bundle of clothing
from his horse. Lysse stood probing the strange, glittering craft with smoky gray-green eyes. Only when
Trevyn approached did she stir from her trance.

"Your cloak," she urged, motherlike. "It will be chilly on the .open sea."

Trevyn got out the garment and flung it around his shoulders. Alan watched him intently, trying to seize
the moment with his mind. Trevyn fastened his cloak, not with his golden brooch, but with a simple pin.

"Your brooch," Alan said. "What has become of it?"

"I lost it somewhere along the road." But Trevyn was taken by surprise, and the lie showed plainly in his
eyes. Alan stared at him, stunned. Falsehood, and at this, the last moment they had to share! Trevyn
returned his father's gaze with anguish in his own. Then Alan removed the jeweled brooch from his own
shoulder, the rayed emblem of the royal crown that he had worn since Hal had given it to him on the day
of Trevyn's birth.

"That is yours!" Trevyn exclaimed. "Keep it. I can't take it from you!"

"Borrow it, then. Bring it back," said Alan tightly. He pinned it over his son's heart, wordlessly handed
him a purse of gold.



"I will. I swear to you I will return." Trevyn's voice shook. "Father, I am sorryтАФ"

"Hush." Alan gripped his shoulders. "There is no need for speeches. Go with all blessing. . . ." He hugged
his son hard and kissed him fiercely before he released him.

"Farewell, Mother," Trevyn murmured, and embraced her hastily. Rosemary stood among the horses,
her russet head bowed to Arundel's neck; Trevyn knew she was hardly aware of his departure. But
Gwern stood silently by. Trevyn froze with one foot on the boarding plank, feeling suddenly, absurdly,
naked and incomplete. Gwern, whom he had wanted so badly to begoneтАФGwern had not moved from
his place.

"Nay, I cannot leave earth. You must sail alone." Gwern stolidly answered the unspoken question. A hint
of pain shadowed the clay like mask of his face, and Trevyn found himself utterly taken aback, astounded
by that pain, as┬мtounded by the answering pang that put its grip on him.

"I didn't know," he whispered.

"Stay, then," urged Alan.

"Nay, I must go." Hesitantly, Trevyn offered Gwern his hand, and the barefoot, brown-haired youth
gripped it without comment. Trevyn turned and strode onto the gilded ship.