"Roger Taylor - Hawklan 5 - Return of the Sword" - читать интересную книгу автора (Taylor Roger)Copyright ┬й 1999, Roger Taylor
Roger Taylor has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988, to be identified as the Author of this work. First published by Headline Book Publishing in 1999. This Edition published in 2003 by Mushroom eBooks, an imprint of Mushroom Publishing, Bath, BA1 4EB, United Kingdom www.mushroom-ebooks.com All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher. ISBN 184319239X The Return of the Sword Roger Taylor Mushroom eBooks Chapter 1 The water had travelled a long and ancient journey, Andawyr mused as he dipped his hand into the stream and splashed his flushed face; mountain, sea and cloud, over and over, ever changing, ever the the coolness it brought, then sat back, closed his eyes, raised his face towards the sun and took a long, slow breath. As it filled his lungs, the mountain air seemed to carry the sunlight through his entire frame. It mingled with the bubbling clatter of the stream and he felt the tension brought on by his too-rapid walking through the hills ease. тАШSimple pleasures,тАЩ he said to the flickering shapes dancing behind his eyelids. тАШSimple pleasures. Being here is enough.тАЩ It was no new thought, but it had as much meaning for Andawyr now as whenever it had first come to him. Not that he could remember when that had been, he reflected. It was as though he had always known the truth of this. But that could not have been so, for such a realization could only be attained after a great struggle. Or could it? Children often had it тАУ that sureness of touch in their lives. Eyes still closed, AndawyrтАЩs nose curled. He compromised. Perhaps the realization тАУ the insight of the child тАУ could only be rediscovered after a great struggle. Yes, that would do. He chuckled softly тАУ he already knew that, too. тАШYouтАЩre rambling, you old fool,тАЩ he said into the warm air. HeтАЩd not come here to mull over his own long-learned ways of dealing with his life . . . He opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows. тАШBeing here is enough,тАЩ he said again, testing the words thoughtfully. They were all that could be said, but necessarily they were only a pale reflection of a truth that was, perhaps, inexpressible. Many things were thus, but not all were so easily accepted. Or so benign. |
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