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

taste, but he worried about Akki nibbling on unknown mushrooms. What if they were poisonous and she
was all alone on the mountainside?

Both thoughts communicated immediately to Akki and she swatted him playfully on the chest. тАЬCave
apples are good for you, Jakkin. High in protein. I learned that from Dr. Henkky when I studied with her
in the Rokk. Besides, if I didnтАЩt test these out, we might miss something good. DonтАЩt be such a worrier. I
checked with Sssasha first and she said dragons love them.тАЭ

тАЬDragons love bumwort, too,тАЭ muttered Jakkin. тАЬBut IтАЩd sure hate to try and eat it, even if it could help
me breathe fire.тАЭ

тАЬListen, Jakkin Stewart, itтАЩs either mushrooms-or back to eating dragon stew. We have to have protein
to live.тАЭ Her eyes narrowed.

Jakkin shrugged as if to say he didnтАЩt care, but his thoughts broadcast his true feelings to her. They both
knew theyтАЩd never eat meat again. Now that they could talk mind-to-mind with HeartтАЩs BloodтАЩs
hatchlings and even pass shadowy thoughts with some of the lesser creatures like lizards and
rock-runners, eating meat was unthinkable.

тАЬIf meadow apples are better than cave apples,тАЭ Jakkin said aloud, тАЬIтАЩm sure IтАЩll love them. Besides, IтАЩm
starving!тАЭ

тАЬYou and the dragons,тАЭ Akki said. тАЬThatтАЩs all they ever think about, too. Food, food, food. But the
question is-do you deserve my hard-found food?тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩve been working, too,тАЭ Jakkin said. тАЬIтАЩm trying to make some better bowls to put your hard-found
food in. I discovered a new clay bank down the cliff and across Lower Meadows. You know - - .тАЭ

Akki did know, because he never went near Upper Meadows, where HeartтАЩs BloodтАЩs bones still lay,
picked clean by the mountain scavengers. He went down toward the Lower Meadows and she scouted
farther up. He could read her thoughts as clearly as she could read his.

He continued out loud, thereтАЩs a kind of swamp there, the start of a small river, pooling down from the
mountain streams. The mountain is covered with them. But IтАЩd never seen this particular one before
because itтАЩs hard to get to. This clay is the best IтАЩve found so far and I managed a whole sling of it.
Maybe in a night or two we can build a fire and try to bake the pots IтАЩve made.тАЬ

They both knew bake fires could be set only at night, later than any humans would be out. Just in case.
Only at night did they feel totally safe from the people who had chased them into the mountains: the
murderous wardens who had followed them from the bombed-out pit to the dragon nursery and from
there up into the mountains, and the even more murderous rebels who, in the name of тАЬfreedom,тАЭ had
fooled them into destroying the great Rokk Major Dragon Pit. All those people thought them dead, from
hunger or cold or from being crushed when HeartтАЩs Blood fell. It was best they continue to believe it. So
the first rule of mountain life, Jakkin and Akki had agreed, was Take no chances.

тАЬNever mind that, Jakkin,тАЭ Akki said. тАЬDonтАЩt think about it. The past is the past. Let it go. LetтАЩs enjoy
what we have now. Show me your new pots, and then we can eat.тАЭ

They walked into the cave, one of three theyтАЩd claimed as their own. Though Jakkin still thought of them
as numbers-one, two, and three-Akki had named them. The cave in the Lower Meadows was GoldenтАЩs