"Jude Fisher - Fool's Gold 02 - Wild Magic" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fisher Jude)

"You're damn lucky you aren't," Katla fumed, her gray eyes sparking
dangerously.
They stood eye to eye in this way, as like as a pair of birth-hounds,
neither prepared to back down, until Halli, appearing suddenly with a
couple of wheels of muslin-wrapped cheese in his arms, intervened.
"It's good to see that you're well enough to argue with Fent, but let him
take the sword, Sister," he said quietly. He gave Fent a cold look that made
his younger sibling quail in a new and unusual manner.
He knows, Katla thought, remembering with sudden clarity the
conversation she had overheard after the feast. He knows that Fent is a
murderer, that he killed Finn Larson in hot blood at the Allfair. And how
much, she wondered, did he know of the episode with the seither, Festrin
One Eye? As if in answer to this, she watched his gaze fall to her
miraculously mended right hand, saw how his brows drew together into a
single straight line just as their father's did when he was confounded.
Taking advantage of this moment of inattention, Fent shouldered past
them both with the box and trotted smartly down the path, his red head
bobbing with suppressed energy.
"Let him go," Halli said, placing a restraining hand on Katla's shoulder.
"The sword is cursed and so is he. Why do you think he hasn't shaved
these last few days?"
Katla shrugged. "Laziness?"
Halli gave out a brief, harsh shout of laughter. "After the seither told
him all his ventures would meet with disaster, he hasn't dared take a knife
to his face for fear it will slip and cut his throat!"
Katla grimaced, feeling almost sorry for her twin.
"And you? " He stared down again at her arm, lost for words.
Feeling uncomfortable, Katla tugged her sleeve down over her hand.
"Oh, that," she said inadequately. "It's better."
"Rather too quickly for nature."
One of their farmhands came into view carrying a roll of sailcloth and,
catching the end of their conversation, gave Katla a curious glance. Halli
took her by the arm and drew her out of the way until the man was out of
earshot.
"Was it the seither did this to you, made it whole?"
Katla warded him off and started walking up the path again. She didn't
want to think about this now. "I don't know." Past Feya's Cross, where the
path forked, she took the way up toward the mountain pastures. "I don't
care either," she added firmly. "All I know is that it's whole again and
that's all that matters to me." She flexed her fingers, reveling once more in
the healthy sensation of separate fingers and strong muscles.
"It may be all that matters to you, but there are those who'll talk of
witchcraft if you don't keep it hidden. They'll shun you for it, and the rest
of our clan, too." He frowned. "And with Da set on this mad plan, we're
likely to be outcast soon enough as it is."
"Not if the stories about Sanctuary are true. Not if he brings back the
gold." Katla's eyes shone at the thought.
"It's all nonsense."
"Da doesn't think so."
"Da's head's been turned inside out by that nomad mapseller and his