"Michelle West - The Memory of Stone" - читать интересную книгу автора (West Michelle)

 She had seen glass in windows, although her family's home had had none until the
year of her work with Master Sivold, and she understood that the one that stood between
now was closed.

You make things.
"Yes. Yes, I make things."
She lifted a hand.
"I do, too."
He would never hear the ocean again, not as he had. A man's mind had room for onl
much madness, and Gilafas' less than any Artisan before him.
"Sanfred," he said, rising, pipe somehow no longer a danger.
"Master Gilafas?"
"I am done for the day. This girl is maker-born; ask herтАФmother?тАФfor the information
require, draw up those forms that you deem necessary, do what needs be done."
rose. Picked up the box he had ordered carried to this table with such care.
"This was once yours," he said.
She looked at it, and her expression twisted. "It was never mine," she told him solemnl
made it for Master Sivold." She frowned when she said it, and her face lost some of its lu
some of its terrible lure. "Are you upset about it, too?"
He nodded. Before he could catch himselfтАФif he would ever be able to catch himselfтАФ
chin fell and rose in a sharp, jerky dip. "But for a different reason. I have not seen the insid
the box. I could not open it."
"Would you like me to open it for you?"
"If you would."
She took the box carefully, placing the left palm firmly beneath the center of its flat, leg
bottom. And when she opened it, Sanfred understood what Gilafas had not yet said, becaus
was standing just to his right, and he was human enough to be curious.
The inside of the box itself was longer than the table at which the Makers now sat; it
as deep as a man's arm from palm to shoulder.
"He needed more room," she told him gravely, "for the things that I made. Will you gi
back to him?"
"Yes," he told her gently. He knew how important the answer was; she was maker-b
after all.

It took some hours to settle not the girl, but her mother. She would not leave wit
speaking to the GuildmasterтАФa sure sign of her ignorance of the workings of the Guil
Makers.
Therefore, Gilafas, exhausted and on the edge of compulsion, drove himself for a sec
time from the confines of his quarters in Fabril's reach. Sanfred was nowhere to be s
neither was the girl, although he had been quite specific.
It was only when he reached the visitor's lounge that he realized that hours had not, in
passed; the sun was wrong for itтАФit was still in the sky. He steadied himself against
dislocation as Sanfred appeared. Sanfred who could hide mortal concern behind a pla
workman's expression.
He sat in front of this dour woman, and she beside an older, dourer one. They formed
sides of a triangle; Sanfred, attending, was simple shadow, and moved like a trick of the lig
Master Gilafas had only one desire when confronted with this woman, and it was str
terrible, as visceral as any need to make, or make again, had ever been.
Take your girl, take her as far away from this place as you can, and still live. Go No
to the barbarians; go South to the slavery of the Southern Courts; go West, to the kingd