"Roger Taylor - Hawklan 4 - Into Narsindal" - читать интересную книгу автора (Taylor Roger)

dying. And what would be the consequences of that? IтАЩd probably be no great loss, but the leader of the
Cadwanol . . .?тАЩ He let the question hang. тАШSo just keeping us warm here is using this terrible power of
yours тАУ whatever it is, or whoeverтАЩs it is тАУ to oppose Him already.тАЩ He lay down and gazed up at the
roof of the tent. тАШThese flickering stones are the lights of the vanguard of the army that will come forth to
meet the Great Corrupter,тАЩ he said with mock rhetoric.

Andawyr laughed at his mannerism. тАШVery metaphorical, Muster rider,тАЩ he said. тАШVery metaphorical. I
see youтАЩve a flair for the broad sweep.тАЩ

тАШIтАЩve painted a few house ends in my time,тАЩ Agreth said drily.

Andawyr laughed again, then he too lay down. The tent was warm now and he dimmed the glow of the
stones. тАШBetter if the enemy doesnтАЩt see us coming too soon,тАЩ he said, still chuckling.

Agreth grunted amiably.

Soon the two were sleeping soundly, oblivious to the moaning wind that twisted and swirled the snow
around their small shelter, streaking black-shadowed and white across the bold unwavering light thrown
by the beacon torch.

A figure stepped cautiously to the edge of the light, and two more, swords drawn, moved silently to
either side of its entrance.

Something nudged Andawyr gently into silent wakefulness. It was Dar-volci. тАШVisitors, Andy,тАЩ he said.
тАШVery quiet, too.тАЩ

тАШStay out of sight, and watch,тАЩ Andawyr whispered. Then, giving Dar-volci the lie, a voice cried out
above the wind.

тАШHo, the camp!тАЩ

Chapter 3

тАШLook,тАЩ said Loman, pointing up at the four figures on the skyline. тАШThatтАЩll be them. FyndalтАЩs post rider
said theyтАЩd be here soon.тАЩ

Hawklan followed LomanтАЩs gaze and smiled. He reached up and touched GavorтАЩs black beak. тАШGo and
show them the way home,тАЩ he said. тАШTheyтАЩll be frightened to death by all this. WeтАЩll join you as soon as
we can.тАЩ

The raven chuckled, then stretched out his great wings and floated up into the air.

HawklanтАЩs comment was accurate; the scene around them was indeed intimidating. A great host of
people was strung out in a long winding line that disappeared into the woods fringing the nearby hills to
the east. Some were riding, some were walking, and some were riding on the equally long line of wagons
that was threading its way through the centre of the crowd.

Even as Hawklan was speaking, the head of the procession was spreading out like a great delta, and as
the crowd reached the road it divided into two separate streams, one moving southwards, the other
northwards.