"Hall Of Mirrors" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

"Cut Luke."
Luke nodded and I sliced the back of his hand with Grayswandir. An
incision line occurred, reddening immediately. The sounds from our blades
rose and fell. I sheathed Grayswandir to shut her up. Luke did the same with
Werewindle.
"There's a lesson there somewhere," Luke said. "Damned If I can see
what it is, though."
"They're brother and sister weapons, you know, with a certain magic in
common. In fact, they've a powerful secret in common," Oberon said. "Tell
him, Corwin."
"It's a dangerous secret, sir."
"The time has come for it to be known. You may tell him,"
"All right," I said. "Back in the early days of creation, the gods had
a series of rings their champions used in the stabilization of Shadow."
"I know of them," Luke said. "Merlin wears a spikard."
"Really," I said. "They each have the power to draw on many sources in
many shadows. They're all different."
"So Merlin said."
"Ours were turned into swords, and so they remain."
"Oh?" Luke said. "What do you know?"
"What do you deduce from the fact that they can do you harm when
another weapon cannot?"
"Looks as if they're somehow involved in our enchantment," I ventured.
"That's right," Oberon said. "In whatever conflict lies ahead--no
matter what side you are on--you will need exotic protection against the
oddball power of someone like Jurt."
"Jurt?" I said.
"Later," Luke told me. "I'll fill you in."
I nodded.
"Just how is this protection to be employed. How do we lot back to full
permeability?" I asked.
"I will not say," he replied, "but someone along the way here should be
able to tell you. And whatever happens, my blessing--which is probably no
longer worth much--lies on both of you."
We bowed and said thanks. When we looked up again, he was gone.
"Great," I said. "Back for less than an hour and involved in Amber
ambiguity."
Luke nodded.
"Chaos and Kashfa seem just as bad, though," he said. "Maybe the
state's highest function is to grind out insoluble problems."
I chuckled as we moved on, regarding ourselves in dozens of pools of
light. For several paces nothing happened, then a familiar face appeared in
a red-framed oval to my left.
"Corwin, what a pleasure," she said.
"Dara!"
"It seems that my unconscious will must be stronger than that of anyone
else who wishes you ill," she said. "So I get to deliver the best piece of
news of all."
"Yes?" I said.
"I see one of you lying pierced by the blade of the other. What joy!"