"Mercedes Lackey & Larry Dixon - Mage Wars 01 - The Black Gryphon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lackey Mercedes)

And once again, she provided for young Amberdrake, she found another kestra'chern to take him as
an apprentice and be his protector, one who would be willing to go with him to Ka'venusho. This time,
the kestra'chern was old, mostly retired—and unlike Silver Veil, Lorshallen shared with Amberdrake the
Gifts of Healing and Empathy. Silver Veil took a tear-filled leave of him and his new mentor, and she and
her household fled on into the south. One of the apprentices claimed that she had a place waiting for her
in the train of one of the Shaman-Kings there, in a land where winter never came. Amberdrake hoped so;
he had never heard anything more of her.
The war encroached, as Silver Veil had known it would, and Amberdrake and his new mentor
Lorshallen fled before it.
Lorshallen taught him everything he knew about his ancient art; Amberdrake learned it all with a
fierce desire to master each and every discipline. All the things that the chirurgeons had not believed in,
he mastered under Lorshallen's hands. And he, in his turn, taught Lorshallen the things that they had
known. Silver Veil had completed his erotic education and had done her best to heal his body; Lorshallen
completed his education as a Healer and had done his best to heal Amberdrake's mind and heart.
Eventually, they came to the Clans, and Amberdrake briefly took his place among his own people,
an honored place, for the Kaled'a'in knew the value of a kestra'chern, particularly one as highly trained as
Amberdrake, and they respected the pain he had gone through. The Kaled'a'in had a deep belief that no
pain was meaningless; something always came of it. He knew that tales of what he had gone through
were whispered around cook-fires, although such a thing was never even hinted at to him. Those in pain
could look for strength to someone who had suffered more than they.
Always, he searched for word of his family. His people understood, for to a Kaled'a'in, the Clan is
all. The Clan he settled among, k'Leshya, did their best, sending out messages to all the rest, looking into
every rumor of refugees, searching always for word of Kestra'chern Amberdrake's lost family.
And they never found it. In a nation of close-knit families, I remain alone, always alone....
There will be no brother to share man-talk with, no sister to comfort for her first broken heart. No
father to nod with pride at my accomplishment, no mother to come to for advice. No cousins to
ask me to stand as kin-next at a naming ceremony for a child. And when I die, it will be to go
alone into that last great darkness—
I have lost so much that sometimes I think I am nothing inside but one hollow husk, an
emptiness that nothing will ever fill. Still, I try to bail in more and more hope, in hope that the
sorrow will seep out.
When the call came for volunteers from the Mage of Silence, Amberdrake answered at once. At
least he would no longer be surrounded by Clans and families to which he would never belong, but by
others torn from their homes and roots. And he would fight Ma'ar, in his own way, with his own skills.
Eventually, all of the Clans came to settle at the base of Urtho's Tower, but by then, he had already
carved his place among the kestra'chern.
He shook his head and bit his lip. Gesten might think he was blind to the workings of his own mind,
but he knew why he felt the way he did about Skan. The Black Gryphon and Gesten had become the
closest thing he had to a family, now.
And the closest thing I am ever likely to have.
When—best say, if—a kestra'chern ever found a mate, it was nearly always someone from within
the ranks of the kestra'chern. No one else would understand; no one else would ever be able to tolerate
sharing a mate with others. But for such a pairing to work, it had to be between equals. The altercation
between Jaseen and Lily had only shown how easily quarrels could spring up over a client. And if one
kestra'chern in a pairing was of a higher rank than another, such quarrels and, even deadlier, jealousy
were more than likely, they were inevitable. Beneath the surface of every kestra'chern Amberdrake had
ever met was a lurking fear of inadequacy. So unless both in a pairing were equal—
The lesser would eventually come to envy and fear the greater. And fear that his or her own
skills would not be enough to hold the partner.
Amberdrake was the equal of no kestra'chern here; that was an established fact. And it meant even