"Nine Princes In Amber 02" - читать интересную книгу автора (Varley John)

"I'd like a little Irish Mist," she said.
"So would I, for that matter," I replied, and I rose and fetched two.
"You know," I said, after I'd reseated myself, "it's pleasant to be together with you this way, even if it is only for a short time. It brings back memories."
And she smiled and was lovely.
"You're right," she said, sipping her drink. "I almost feel in Amber with you around," and I almost dropped my drink.
Amber! The word had sent a bolt of lightning down my spine!
Then she began to cry, and I rose and put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her.
"Don't cry, little girl. Please don't. It makes me unhappy, too." Amber! There was something there, something electrical and potent! "There will be good days once again." I said, softly.
"Do you really believe that?" she asked.
"Yes," I said loudly. "Yes, I do!"
"You're crazy," she said. "Maybe that's why you were always my favorite brother too. I can almost believe anything you say, even though I know you're crazy."
Then she cried a little more and stopped.
"Corwin," she said, "if you do make it--if by some wild and freakish chance out of Shadow you should make it--will you remember your little sister Florimel?"
"Yes," I said, knowing it to be her name. "Yes, I will remember you."
"Thank you. I will tell Eric only the essentials, and mention Bleys not at all, nor my latest suspicions."
"Thank you, Flora."
"But I don't trust you worth a damn," she added. "Remember that, too."
"That goes without saying."
Then she summoned her maid to show me to a room, and I managed to undress, collapsed into the bed, and slept for eleven hours.