"Christopher Stasheff - Warlock 07 - The Warlock is Missing" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stasheff Christopher)

Once upon a time, there were three little warlocks and a witch, and they lost
their mommy and daddy.

Well, they didn't lose them, really. Their parents went out for the night, and
left them with an elf for a babysitter. The elf's name was Puck (it was really Robin
Goodfellow, but most people preferred his nickname), and he was very
mischievous. He was so mischievous that the children made sure they did whatever
he told them to, even though they could all work magic of their own. They even went
to bed on time.

But they didn't go to sleep. The boys lay awake talking to each other in
whispers, and the girl came in to join themтАФshe had a bedroom of her own, but it
wasn't nearly as much fun as her brothers'. There weren't any other children in it.

"They should have been home ere now, " Magnus whispered. He was the
eldestтАФtwelve years old.

"Nay, surely 'tis not so late, " Cordelia protested. She was nineтАФnearly as
old as Magnus, as she reminded him at least twice a day.

"'TIS late enow. " Geoffrey was gazing out the window at the stars. "The
Plow is over Cuchullain's Hill. " He was only seven, but that was old enough to
realize that the whole sky seems to turn like a great wheel during the night, and to
remember where the star-pictures called "constellations" have moved to, every hour.

Cordelia frowned. "Where could they have gone?"

Magnus shrugged. "Mayhap a band of trolls leaped upon them from hiding. "

"Poor trolls, " Geoffrey sighed.

"Thou dost but regret that thou. wast not with them, " Cordelia accused.

"In some part, " Geoffrey admitted. "Yet thou must needs own that any band
of trolls would come off much the worst,

were they to go up against our parents. "

Their mother, Gwendylon Gallowglass, was a witch, though a very pretty
one; and their father, Rod Gallowglass, was a warlock, which is what you call a man
who has powers like a witch's.

"Mayhap the King and Queen have summoned them, " Gregory pointed out.
He was the youngest, only five, but he already knew that the King and Queen of their
country sometimes called on the children's parents to help them, when
theirkingdomofGramarye was in trouble.
 "Aye!" Cordelia sat bolt-upright, her eyes gleaming. "Mayhap the Abbot and
his monks have called up the barons 'gainst the King and Queen again!"

"Or an evil sorcerer may once more have risen 'gainst them. " Gregory's eyes