"Mary Stewart - The Arthurian Saga 01 - The Crystal Cave2" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stewart Mary)

My grandfather jerked his head and said one word: "Out," and the women
hurried in a rustling, silent group, from the chamber.

Moravik stood her ground, puffed up with bravery like a partridge, but
the fierce blue eyes flicked to her for a second, and she went.

A sniff" as she passed them was all that she dared. The eyes came back
to me." Your sister's bastard," said the King."

There he is.
Six years old this month, grown like a weed, and no more like any of us
than a damned devil's whelp would be.

Look at 9 him!
Black hair, black eyes, and as scared of cold iron as a changeling from
the hollow hills.
You tell me the devil him" self got that one, and I'U believe you!"

My uncle said only one word, straight to her: "Whose?"

"You think we didn't ask, you fool?" said my grandfather.

"She was whipped till the women said she'd miscarry, but never a word
from her. Better if she had, perhapssome nonsense they were talking, old
wives' tales of devils coming in the dark to lie with young maidsand
from the look of him they could be right" Camlach, six foot and golden,
looked down at me.

His eyes were blue, clear as my mother's, and his colour was high.

The mud had dried yellow on his soft doeskin boots, and a smell of sweat
and horses came from him.

He had come to look at me before even taking the dirt of travel off.

I remember how he stared down at me, while my mother stood silent, and
my grandfather glowered under his brows, his breath coming harsh and
rapid, as it always did when he had put himself in a passion.

"Come here," said my uncle.
I took half a dozen steps forward.

I did not dare go nearer.

I stopped.

From three paces away he seemed taller than ever.

He towered over me to the ceiling beams.