"Sorcerer's Son" - читать интересную книгу автора (Phyllis Eisenstein)

She smiled at him, a very small, sad smile. “But not so lonely that you wanted to turn back.”

“No, not so lonely.”

“And now you have a companion. That’s well enough. I have one, too… or at least, Spinweb has a guest.”

Cray cocked his head to one side. “A guest?”

“You would know him—Lorien the troubadour.”

“Lorien?” Cray frowned. “Didn’t he sing at Highmount last winter?”

“The same. He happened to be passing Spinweb, and I invited him to stay a while.”

“A troubadour in Spinweb! I’m sorry I can’t be there to hear him, Mother.”

“You could be.”

Cray shook his head. “You’ll not lure me back with that sort of bait. I’ll surely hear troubadours a-plenty on my journey.”

“Perhaps not.”

“Then I’ll still have the memory of hearing them through the webs. Mother, this is hardly worthy of you.”

She laughed softly. “Can you blame me if I would rather have you here than him?”

“Even though I don’t sing at all well?”

“Even so.”

“I love you, Mother. You know that.”

For a moment she could not reply, her voice trapped by teeth clenched to hold back tears. Then, very low, she said, “Tell me about your adventure.”

He waved it away with an open hand. “It was really nothing, Mother, though exciting enough for a journey as dull as this one. Some ignorant louts were trying to do mischief to Master Feldar, and I taught them a lesson.”

“He saved my life, my lady,” Sepwin said. “They would have killed me.”

“What did you do to them?” she asked him.

“I showed them my eyes.”

She wagged her head sadly. “Have you thought of wearing a patch over one eye?”

“I have done so, my lady.”

“You move in the wrong world, Master Feldar. The sorcerous society would not treat you so poorly. You should have been born to us.”

He bowed his head. “One is born as he is born. We cannot change ourselves to