"Sheri S. Tepper - The True Game 1 - King's Blood Four" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tepper Sherri)

and her eyes were green as leaves in her pale, oval face. Chance was once more gloating over his charts,
and she leaned on his shoulder to trace our way south among the hills..
"Dazzle has gone to the Bright Demesne, " she said. "She and Borold, thinking Himaggery sent for me.
Oh, she will be a jealous witch, Dazzle, thinking anyone has sent for me." She sounded very tired. I
thought of Dazzle's beauty and shivered. How could one such as that be jealous of anyone? Silkhands
went on. "She be- lieves she loves him, you see, the Wizard. But Himaggery is proof against her, and it
drives her to excess. Ah, well, we will get there soon after her and no doubt bring her away again. She
will be very angry."
Yarrel asked, "Why do you care? Are you her leman?"
"Half sister, rather. Our father was the same, but she was born to another mother than Borold's and mine.
I am oldest, by six years. "
"Why were you sent away?"
"Because Dazzle stirs trouble as a cook stirs soup. You called her Godspeaker, Priestess, but she is no
Priestess. She is a witch, as uncontrollable as storm. "
"Where is this Bright Demesne?" asked Chance. "I can't find it here what should be so sizeable." She
helped him search, but there was no sign of it upon the chart.. Chance puffed his cheeks in complaint.


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"No trust, lads, that's what it comes to. Pay gold, or healing, or laughter if you're a clown, and get nothing
but tricks and lies. This chart was said to be complete, and look at it-some old thing dusted off and sold
with pretense. " He folded it sadly, stroking the parchment with a calloused hand. I knew how he felt. It
was a godlike feeling to spread the charts and trace one's way softly along a crease of hill, imagining the
way, learning the names and aspects of the land. It was less wonderful if one knew that the charts lied.
Then it was only pretend, not true game.
That night I lay awake after the others slept, mazed by a lucific moon, and set out the tiny Gamesmen I
had found. For the first time I noted they were not like those I had played with as a child. Of the white
pieces, the tallest was a Queen, but there was no King beside her. Instead there was a white Healer. There
were two Seers, two Armigers, two Sentinels, but no Churchmen. Of the black pieces the tallest was a
Necromancer. There was a Sorcerer almost as tall, then two Tra-gamors, two Elators, two Demons. I
could not tell what the little men were, crouchy and fuzzed in the moonlight. In the first morning light I
looked again. They were crouchy indeed, Shapeshifters all, of the same ilk but differing in detail. Each
piece had the same fascination in the hand I had felt when I first held them. Unwillingly, I put them away,
each wrapped in a scrap of cloth and buried undermy needfuls.
Traveling south, sun and rain, forest and meadow, Silkhand's chatter, Yarrel's silences, Chance's wry
commentary upon the world, no chill, no menace. Silkhands said that Himaggery had taken much of the
land around Lake Yost and assembled thousands of Gamesmen there. Chance laughed, but she claimed it
was true. How so many could find power to exist, she did not say. We did not ask. It was only a tall tale,
we thought. Hum of bees, quiet sough of wind. Then, suddenly, as we climbed a high ridge of stone, a
cold gust from above,chill as winter, without warning. We ran for overhanging stone and peered from
beneath it like badgers.
"Dragon, " whispered Yarrel. I saw it then, planing across the valley beyond, great wings outspread, long
neck stretched like an arrow, tail behind, straight as a spear. Fire bloomed around its jaws. I was the first
to see the other, higher, diving out of the sun. It was something I had never seen before.
"Cold Drake, " someone said in a hiss. The cold intensified. We huddled close, pulling clothing from the
packs to wrap with our blankets around us, to keep Our heat in.. Neither of the Gamesmen knew we were
there or cared. They would soak our heat for their play just as they would that from the sun-hot stones.
All we could do was wait in the shelter of the stones, praying they would fly on before it grew too cold