"Stasheff, Christopher - Warlock 04 - The Warlock Enraged" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stasheff Christopher)

wrath? When I'm beginning to feel as though I'm some sort
of subhuman beast? Sheer shame, woman!"

"Thou art worthy of me, my lord." Her voice was soft,
but firm, and so was her hand. "Thou art worthy of me,
and of thy children. I' truth, we are fortunate to have thee."
Her voice shook. "Oh, we are blessed!"

"Thanks." He gave her hand a pat. "It's good to hear.
... Now convince me."

"Nay," she murmured, "that I cannot do, an thou'lt not
credit what I say."

"Or even what you do." Rod bowed his head, and his
hand tightened on hers. "Be patient, dear. Be patient."

And they sat alone in the wind, not looking at each other,
two people very much in love but very much separated,
clinging to a thin strand that still held them joined, poised
over the drop that fell away to fallow lands below.

Magnus turned away from the window with a huge sigh
of relief. "They comeЧand their hands are clasped."

"Let me see, let me see!" The other three children shot
to the window, heads jammed together, noses on the pane.

"They do not regard one another," Cordelia said du-
biously.

"Yet their hands are clasped," Magnus reminded.

"And," Cordelia added, troubled, "their thoughts are
dark."

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"Yet their hands are elapsed. And if their thoughts are
dark, they are also calm."

"And not all apart," Gregory added.

"Not allЧnot quite," Cordelia agreed, but with the full,
frank skepticism of an eight-year-old.

"Come away, children," a deep voice bade them, "and
do not leap upon them when they enter, for I misdoubt me
an they'd have much patience now with thy clasping and
thy pulling."