"Margaret Weis - Dragonlance - Anthology 02 - The Dragons At War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragonlance)

Tas's shrill voice rises in protest. "I was just keeping it safe, and a good thing, too! There's a lot of shady-looking characters in this crowd tonight."
"No, that's just Roger!" calls out Michael Williams.
When order (and the cash box) are restored, Caramon introduces the bards who have told stories here before: Janet Pack, Linda Baker, Mark Anthony, and Don Perrin.
"Finally," says Caramon, out of breath and red in the face, "I am pleased to introduce several bards who are newcomers to Ansalon. Everyone please welcome Adam Lesh, Chris Pierson, and J. Robert King."
The newcomers are warmly welcomed and advised to keep their hands on their purses.
Caramon bows to thunderous applause and returns to his place behind the bar. Tika makes a final call for ale.
Come, friend. There's room on this bench next to me. Sit down. Order a mug and be prepared to laugh and cry, shudder and shiver.
Tonight, our storytellers are going to talk about The Dragons at War.

Dream of the Namer
Michael Williams

I

The song of the high grass,
the twinned lamps
of the arcing moon,

the whisper of stars
and the darker moon
we must always remember-

these are the guides
on the first of the journeys
to a time past remembrance,

past the words for time
into the Namer's country
where we venture in dreams.

The time of the walking,
the Namers call it:
the time of the breath,

the forgotten time
when the lamps of the moons
wink out in an instant

and we steer by the dark
unforgettable light,
by the lost heartbeat.

It is the dream
of the Namers' time,
the convergence of visions,

when the moon and the wind
the strung bead
and the parables of sand