"Paul Thompson - [Elven Nations Trilogy 1] - Firstborn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Thompson Paul B)

"Kith, wait." Sithas turned around and held out his brother's sword.
"Father was going to have it broken, he was so angry with you, but I
persuaded him to let me keep it."
Kith-Kanan took the slim, graceful blade from his brother's hands. It
slid home in his scabbard like a hand into a glove. Kith-Kanan instantly
felt stronger. He had a part of himself back.
"Thank you, Sith."
On a simultaneous impulse, they came together and clasped their
hands on each other's shoulders. "May the gods go with you, Brother,"
said Sithas warmly.
"They will if you ask them," Kith-Kanan replied wryly. "They listen
to you."
He crossed the hall to his old room and prepared to go out the
window. Sithas came to his door and said, "Will I ever see you again?"
Kith-Kanan looked out at the two bright moons. "As long as Solinari
and Lunitari remain in the same sky, I willтАУsee you again, my brother."
Without another word, Kith-Kanan stepped out of the window and was
gone. Sithas returned to his sparsely furnished room and shut the door.
As he knelt again at his small shrine to Matheri, he said softly, "Two
halves of the same coin; two branches of the same tree." He closed his
eyes. "Matheri, keep him safe."
On the ledge, Kith-Kanan gathered up his rope. The room just above
his, Sithas had said. Very well then. His first cast fell short, and the hook
came scraping down the stone right at his face. Kith-Kanan flinched aside,
successfully dodging the hook, but he almost lost his balance on the
narrow ledge. The falling hook clattered against the wall below.
Kith-Kanan cursed soundlessly and hauled the rope back up.
TheTowerofQuinari, like most elven spires, grew steadily narrower
as it grew taller. The ledges at each level were thus correspondingly
shallower. It took Kith-Kanan four tries to catch his hook on the seventh
floor ledge. When he did, he swung out into the cool night air, wobbling
under the burden of his sack and spear. Doggedly he climbed. The window
of the room above his was dark. He carefully set the bundle against the
outside wall and went to work on the window latch with his dagger.
The soft lead of the window frame yielded quickly to his blade. He
pushed the crystal panes in.
Already he knew she was in the room. The spicy scent she always
wore filled the room with a subtle perfume. He listened and heard short
sighs of breathing. Hermathya was asleep.
He went unerringly to her bedside. Kith-Kanan put out a hand and felt
the soft fire of her hair. He spoke her name once, quietly. "It is I, my
love."
"Kith! Please, don't hurt me!"
He was taken aback. He rose off his knees. "I would never, ever hurt
you, Thya."
"But I thoughtтАУyou were so angryтАУI thought you came here to kill
me!"
"No," he said gently. "I've come to take you with me."
She sat up. Solinari peeked in the window just enough to throw a
silver beam on her face and neck. From his place in the shadows,