"Anthony Piers - Incarnations Of Immortality 6 - For Love Of Evil" - читать интересную книгу автора (Anthony Piers)

Then it burst upon him: the knife! He had been about to
slice the bread, and she had thought he meant to use it on her.
No wonder she had spooked!

"I gave my oath," he reminded her. "No harm to you."

"But—"

"I was cutting bread for you."

"But the sacrifice—"

"My oath," he repeated. "By the Holy Virgin. You can
trust that."

"Yes," she agreed dubiously.

"I am going to cut you a slice of bread," he said carefully.
"Or you may do it yourself, if you prefer."

"No . . ." she said, evidently afraid that the knife would
turn in her hand and seek her innocent blood.

Parry picked up the knife, slowly, and oriented on the hard
loaf. He sawed through it, severing a thick slice, and set down
die knife.

Jolie's eyes remained locked on the knife throughout. She
relaxed only when it left his hand.

"Would you like butter on it?" he inquired. "Or jam?"

"Oh, my lord ..." she demurred.

"I am no lord," he repeated firmly. "Call me Parry."

"Oh, I could not!"

Parry smiled, a trifle grimly. "Call me Parry," he said,
touching the knife.

"Parry!" she cried, shrinking into her dress.

"That's better," he said. "You know I am only a year older
than you. I see you as an equal."

"But you are the Sorcerer's son!"

"Butter or jam?" he asked. "Or both?"