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

burying his anger at the rest of the family; it ebbed, and
was gone.

"Who's not there?" he whispered.

"Lord Kem," Gregory answered, "that Daddy like thee,
in that Faerie Gramarye thou'st talk of."

Rod stared at him.

Then he stepped closer to the boy. Magnus took a step
toward Gregory, too, but Rod waved him away impatiently.
He dropped to one knee, staring into the three-year-old's
eyes. "No... no. Lord Kem isn't anywhereЧexcept, maybe,
in his own universe, that Faerie Gramarye. But why should
you think he was?"

Gregory cocked his head to the other side. "But didst
thou not, but now, reach out to touch his mind with thine
own, to draw upon his powers?"

Rod just gazed at the boy, his face blank.

"Gregory!" Gwen cried in anguish, and she took a step
toward him, then drew back for Rod still knelt staring at
the child, his face blank.

Then he looked up at Gwen, with an irritated frown.
"What am IЧa bear? Or a wolf?" He raked the children
with his glare. "Some kind of wild animal?"

They stared back at him, eyes huge, huddled together.

His face emptied again. "You think I am. You really
think I am, don't you?"

They stared back, wordlessly, eyes locked on him.

He held still, rigid.

Then he swung up to his feet, turning on his heel, and
strode to the door.

Cordelia darted after him, but Gwen reached out and
caught her arm.

Rod paced out into the bleakness of a day veiled by
clouds. A chill wind struck at him, but he didn't notice.