"02 - Black Wizards - Douglas Niles" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moonshae)

and the man who dared strike a minion of Bhaal’s
might as well strike at the god himself.
The bloodlust of the god began as a simple
hatred—a desire to see this mortal, and those who
aided the man, slain. Bhaal anticipated their deaths
with grisly pleasure.
But the man was a prince. And he was the beloved
of a druid. His woman carried her own power, and
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of Cymrych Hugh. This legendary weapon, lost for
centuries, allowed him to slay the Beast and served
as a symbol of the lost unity of his people.
At the same time, Tristan and Robyn found their
relationship changing, growing as a long-dormant
love for each other awakened inside them.
But Robyn could not ignore her legacy, and so she
went to study under her aunt, Genna Moonsinger,
the Great Druid of all the Moonshaes. Tristan
remained in Corwell, enjoying the accolades of victory,
and swiftly growing bored.
We resume their story one year after the death of
the Beast. . . .
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castle’s towers. He saw blackness, a deep and unnatural
gloom. Then he heard a soft snapping of fingers,
and the darkness dissipated. But it did not exactly
grow light; the effect was more a relief of blackness.
Faint rays of moonlight spilled through narrow windows
high in the walls, and he could vaguely make
out the council.
The Seven sat around a long, U-shaped table. They
faced the assassin, their table open before him like
the jaws of some beast. Deep, cowled hoods concealed
the faces. The assassin looked up at them and
clamped his teeth together. He could scarcely repress
a shudder of revulsion.
The one in the center, he knew, was Cyndre.
The master of the wizards confirmed his identity,
his gentle voice belying the terrible powers at his
command.
“You were careless about that task in Moray. King
Dynnegall’s daughter survived long enough to provide
a description of your men.”
The assassin sniffed loudly through his broad nose.
“The guards were more numerous than you led me to
expect.We had to kill several dozen of them. And the
nursemaid hid the baby in an attic—it took us hours
to dig out the little brat. I lost two good men, and the
mission was a success—the Dynnegall line is
ended—as I ended the royal line of Snowdown for