"Angus Wells - The God Wars 3 - Wild Magic" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wells Angus)

"He used magic," she said. "It must have been
magic, for some timeJater five Jesseryte warriors
came up out of the chasm and he set them to fight-
ing. The air smelled of almonds when he spoke.
They fought until only one was left alive andтАФ
Rhythamun, did you name him?"healed his
wounds- That one threw the bodies into the chasm;

the horses jumped on a word. Then ..." She closed
her eyes, shaking her head.

6 ANGUS WELLS

Calandryll placed strong hands on her shoulders,
his tanned face grave. "Then what?" he asked, far
milder than Bracht's harsh questions,

"That one he possessed!" she gasped. "He chant-
ed some gramarye and the almond scent came
strong again. Something passed between them . - .
as though flame flowed from his mouth into the
Jesseryte. Then the sand-haired man fell down. Oh,
Burash!"

She turned toward Calandryll/ throwing herself
into his arms, pressing her cheek afresh against his
chest.

"HeтАФthe Jesseryte nowтАФthrew the body after
the others. Then he took the one remaining horse
and went down the trail."

She heard Calandryll say, "The Daggan Vhe. He's
gone onto the Jesseryn Plain."
"Aught else?" asked Bracht.

"There was a book," Cennaire said. "It was the
only thing he took."

She felt Calandryll stiffen, his voice urgent as
he demanded, "Tell us of the book."

She shrugged helplessly, certain now that the
thing she had seen was that volume for which
Rhythamun would so casually shed blood. Or
Anomius.

"It was small," she murmured, "and bound in
black. But it seemed to radiate a dreadful power."