"Eddings, David - Malloreon 3 - Demon Lord Of Karanda" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

"Tell me about it," Silk said sardonically.

"Isn't it curious that after all these interruptions, we've reached
the eastern side of the continent ahead of schedule and cut
Zandramas' lead down to a few weeks?"

Silk blinked, and then his eyes narrowed.

"Gives you something to think about, doesn't it?" The old man
pulled his cloak more tightly about him and looked around at the
settling snow. "Let's go inside," he suggested. "It's really
unpleasant out here."



The coast of Hagga was backed by low hills, filmy-looking and
white in the thick snowfall. There were extensive salt marshes at
the water's edge, and, the brown reeds bent under their burden
of wet, clinging snow. A black-looking wooden pier extended
out across the marshes to deeper water, and they disembarked
from the Mallorean ship without incident. At the landward end of
the pier a wagon track ran up into the hills, its twin ruts buried in
snow.

Sadi the eunuch looked upward with a slightly bemused
expression as they rode off the pier and onto the road. He
lightly brushed one long-fingered hand across his shaved scalp.
"They feel like fairy wings," he smiled.

"What's that?" Silk asked him.

"The snowflakes. I've almost never seen snow before -only
when I was visiting a northern kingdom- and I actually believe
that this is the first time I've ever been out of doors when it was
snowing. It's not too bad, is it?"

Silk gave him a sour look. "The first chance I get, I'll buy you a
sled," he said.

Sadi looked puzzled. "Excuse me, Kheldar, but what's a sled?"
he asked.

Silk sighed. "Never mind, Sadi. I was only trying to be funny."

At the top of the first hill a dozen or so crosses leaned at
various angles beside the road. Hanging from each cross was a
skeleton with a few tattered rags clinging to its bleached bones
and a clump of snow crowning its vacant-eyed skull.