"Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman - The Cataclysm" - читать интересную книгу автора (Weis Margaret)

IV



Look around you, my son

for the fire in Arion's singing:

For where in this country,

in forgotten Caergoth,

where does a single village burn?

Where does a peasant suffer

and starve by the fire of your father?

Somewhere to the east

before a white arras,

gilded with laurel

and gold adulation,

the bard sings a lie

in a listening house,

and Caergoth burns

in the world's imagining,

while the bard holds something

back from his singing,

something resembling the truth.

But let not the breath

of the fire touch your father,

Orestes, my son,

my arm in the dwindling world,
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