"Tanya Huff - Brock" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

"Yes." He turned a satisfied smile toward Jors, never lessening their forward motion. "I made them stop
fighting. Heralds do that."

"Yes, they do." They'd almost reached the hall and Jors had a strong suspicion that digging his heels in
would have had no effect on their forward motion. "You're stronger than you look."

"Have to be."

I'll bet, Jors thought as he caught sight of the mayor's expression.

"Brock! Get your filthy hands off that Herald!"
"Hands are clean."

"I don't care! He doesn't need you hanging around him!"

"I don't mind." Jors swept through the door, Brock caught up in his wake, both moving too quickly for
the mayor to do anything but fall in behind.

"Heralds work together," Brock announced proudly. He clapped his hands as heads began to turn. "Be in
a good line now. Heralds are here."

"Heralds?" a male voice jeered from the crowd. "I see only one Herald, Moonling."

"Heralds!" Brock repeated, throwing his arms around Jors' waist in another hug. "Me and him."

Oh, Havens.

:Trouble, Heart-brother?:

:I just realized something that should have been obvious—Brock believes he's a Herald.:

:So? You'd rather he believed he was a pickpocket?:

:That's not the point.:

But he couldn't let the townspeople chase Brock from the hall as they clearly wanted to do and Brock
wouldn't leave because it was time for the Heralds to hear petitions, so Jors ended up sitting him at the
table and hoping for the best.

He realized his mistake early on. Brock had a loudly expressed opinion on everything, up to and including
calling one of the petitioners a big fat liar—which turned out to be true; on all points. Unfortunately,
short of having him physically carried out of the hall, Jors could think of no way to get him to leave.

:Have him check on Isabel.:

:How... ?"

:You're worried. You're projecting. And I'm only across the square. If he wants to be with a
Herald, send him to check on Isabel. She's sick and she needs company.: