"Jane Yolen - Pit Dragon 03 - A Sending of Dragons" - читать интересную книгу автора (Yolen Jane)

тАЬExactly,тАЭ Jakkin said aloud. тАЬAnd if you think that sounds funny, you should see how funny IтАЩd look
splattered all over the landscape.тАЭ His laugh was a short barking sound.

But the joke was untranslatable to the dragon and all she received was an unfocused color picture of
JakkinтАЩs mood: a net of wistfulness, a slash of anger, and a wisp of lingering self-pity. She turned her
head away and gazed out across the mountains that edged into the valley below. If she was amused or
worried or upset, no one could tell from her rosy sending and her casual stance.

тАЬDragons!тАЭ Jakkin muttered to himself. Even with his dragon sight he could not pierce the darkness to
see what drew her gaze, so he settled down next to her on his haunches, ran his hands through his hair,
and waited.

It was five minutes before the triplets began sounding in his mind.
chapter 3



THE HIGH-PITCHED twittering chatter of the three hatchlings began to reach them. The sounds the trio
made were unlike any of the fullthroated roars Jakkin had ever heard from dragons in the fighting pits. It
was as if the three had invented a language all their own, which they occasionally slowed down so that
listeners could make some sense of it. Their sendings, too, sputtered with color, which sometimes formed
into readable pictures but as often remained unclear.

Moments later they sailed into view, wingtips apart. They flew in formation, their favorite trick.
Inseparable, they might as well have emerged from the same egg, though in fact the eggs had been in
totally different parts of the clutch. Still, they looked alike, a rough brown color undistinguished by any
markings, and their sending signatures were remarkably alike, too. In honor of their being such close
triplets, Akki had named them Tri-sss, Tri-sssha, and Tri-ssskkette. They had accepted those names
without a murmur of dissent. But all together they were addressed as Tri, and all three answered to the
one name. If they had any others they preferred, it was a secret they shared with no one.

Landing together on the upper edge of the ledge, they waddled in step single file down the trail.

тАЬMen coming, men coming, men coming, тАЭ they sent, one right after another.

тАЬItтАЩs dark and will soon be Dark-After,тАЭ said Jakkin.

Rubbing Tri-sssha behind the ears, Akki added, тАЬAnd you know men canтАЩt live in the cold.тАЭ

тАЬYou men. You men. You here.

Tri-sssha, earflaps vibrating from the special attention, managed a different phrase.

тАЬYes, but weтАЩre different,тАЭ Akki explained patiently.

тАЬMen coming. Men coming. Men coming, тАЭ insisted the little dragons, ignoring both AkkiтАЩs explanation
and the food that Jakkin held out to them.

The minute they turned their heads aside to look up at the darkened sky, Sssargon stretched his long
neck, moving his head within inches of JakkinтАЩs. His tongue snaked out and deftly removed the wort from