"Nancy Springer - Isle 05 - The Golden Swan" - читать интересную книгу автора (Springer Nancy)

Fern flower, fire flower,

Burn, burn when the great tide turns.

Fern flower, show your power.

The Swan Lord will be there to see,

To grasp the stem that burns

And speak with thee,

learn melody,

and sing with wind and tree.

Fern flower, fire flower,

Bloom, bloom when the true time conies.
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Fern flower, share your power.

The wandering wolf will bear your seed

And take you as his doom,

For all men free

your harmony. The tide has turned indeed.

DAIR

Chapter One

I am Dair. I am spirit, speaking to you mind to mind, for I know no other way to speak the languages of
men. As a man I was a mute because I was born a wolf and stayed so until I was grownтАФuntil the day I
found Frain.

I had dreamed of him ever since I had seen him on Ylim's loom. It is hard to explain how much he meant
to me, this bond brother I had never met. There was something in me that could not forget him. Perhaps
it was the wolfwit, which forms attachments for life. Or perhaps it was my father's ardent Laueroc blood.
His forebears, the Sun Kings, had been blood brothers and legendary friends, and then there had been
his own bond with the god in the groveтАФor perhaps it was something of the elf in him that would not let
me lose sight of the Swan Lord who was coming. Whatever moved me, hardly a day went by that I did
not think of the russet-haired youth as I had seen him, afloat on the lonely sea, his destiny somehow
mixed in with mine. I wondered and longed for him all that year. I grew restless and took to roaming the