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

The shuttle stopped, and she swung round, startled.

But what she saw in my face appeased her, for the anger went out of her
voice, though she still frowned, and I 18 heard Moravik clucking and
fussing behind me.

"Where in the world did you get that? You hear too much, whether you
understand it or not. Forget such matters, and hold your tongue."

The shuttle moved again, slowly.

"Listen to me, Merlin. When they come to see you, you will do well to
keep quiet. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, mother."

I understood very well.

I was well accustomed to keeping out of the King's way.

"But will they come to see me? Why me?" She said, with a thin bitterness
that made her look all at once older, almost as old as Moravik: "Why do
you think?"

The loom clacked again, fiercely.
She was feeding in the green thread, and I could see that she was making
a mistake, but it looked pretty, so I said nothing, watching her and
staying close, till at length the curtain at the doorway was pushed
aside, and the two men came in.

They seemed to fill the room, the red head and the grey within a foot of
the beams.

My grandfather wore blue, periwinkle colour with a gold border.
Camlach was in black.

Later I was to discover that he always wore black; he had jewels on his
hands and at his shoulder, and beside his father he looked lightly built
and young, but as sharp and whippy as a fox.

My mother stood up.

She was wearing a house-robe of dark brown, the colour of peat, and
against it her hair shone like corn-silk.

But neither of the two men glanced at her.

You would have thought there was no one in the room but I, small as I
was, by the loom.