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

As the Fyordyn passed the leaving stone and the small sorry heap of Dan-TorтАЩs decaying wares, Gavor
flew past them noisily. тАШUp the hill, up the hill,тАЩ he shouted. тАШDoorтАЩs open, and Gulda will be back by
now. IтАЩll join you later!тАЩ Then he was gone, into the deepening darkness. As the four men peered after
him, the sound of a rather hoarse nightingale drifted down to them, followed by a fit of coughing.

The village itself was alive with torches and bustling activity, with people running hither and thither
through its rambling maze of streets in happy confusion. Most of those that the Fyordyn encountered
acknowledged them, and once again Jaldaric found himself moved as apparent strangers came up to him
and took his hand sympathetically.

Arinndier gazed around, and then shook his head.

тАШThis is a bewildering little place,тАЩ he said. тАШEverythingтАЩs covered in carvings and they all seem to be
moving.тАЩ

тАШAmazing,тАЩ said Rede Berryn, gazing around in awe. тАШI knew the Orthlundyn were carvers, but this . . .тАЩ

He fell silent as his eye caught a small plaque on which was carved what seemed to be a field of wheat.
Under the touch of the torchlight, shadows rippled across it as though it were being stirred by a warm
summer breeze. Berryn sat motionless, spellbound, while the others waited for him patiently.

тАШUp the hill, up the hill.тАЩ

A friendly voice broke into their calm as a passer-by, thinking that the four outlanders were lost, pointed
in the direction they should take. Arinndier thanked him, and the group moved off again.

тАШWhat do you think of their communications, Goraidin?тАЩ Arinndier asked Tel-Mindor with some
amusement.

The Goraidin raised his eyebrows. тАШWidespread,тАЩ he replied enigmatically.

The GoraidinтАЩs manner made ArinndierтАЩs amusement billow out into a great laugh which rang around the
small square they were crossing. тАШVery true,тАЩ he said, after a moment. тАШBut theyтАЩve not told us anything,
youтАЩll note.тАЩ

Tel-Mindor nodded his head in acknowledgement.

Then they were out of the village and heading up the steep road towards the castle. The activity was still
continuing however, a small but steady stream of torch-bearing villagers moving slowly up and down the
slope like a trail of tardy glow-worms.

As the four riders neared the top of the slope, two figures came into sight. One was tall and straight and
wearing a green robe decorated with a single black feather. The other was short and squat and leaning on
a stick. Even though the light from the courtyard fell on her, she seemed to be as black as a silhouette.

Reaching the Gate, all four men dismounted to find themselves submitting to GuldaтАЩs inspection. Tirilen
smiled slightly at the sight, though her eyes narrowed a little when she looked at Jaldaric and saw the
subtle changes that the ordeals of the past months had wrought on his round, innocent face.
Gulda saw it too even though she had never seen him before.