"Holly Lisle - Fire In The Mist" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lisle Holly)

glad you aren't going to be up there alone the whole time. Really, Faia, there seem more wolves than
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usual this year. Do not forget to set the wolfwards. Not even once. Remember, Faljon says, 'Wolves
need not knock/at the door that's open.' "

Faia hugged her mother again, then whistled for the dogs. "I know, Mama. I know." She hung the
brightly colored chain of the silver-and-wolf-tooth amulet around her neck and tucked the jerky into one
of the pockets of her heavy green felterda . "Love you, mama."

"Love you, too, Faiachin," she heard her mother call when she was halfway down the slope to the
pasture.

Faiachin, Faia thought, and winced.Sometimes she still thinks I am five years old instead of
nineteen.

Chirp and Huss, black-and-white streaks of barking energy, were under the fence and hard at work
before she could even get across the stile. They needed little direction from her to pack the sheep into a
nice tight bunch and get them moving to the gate. Diana, the old yellow-eyed lead goat, knew the routine
too. She trotted up to Faia and stopped. Faia put the supply harness on her, and checked to make sure
the bags on either side were securely attached. The bags held emergency rations for Faia and the dogs
and coins for the stay-stations. They also made Faia's pack lighter, and she was grateful for that.

Faia scratched the goat behind the ears and tapped her once on the rump with her staff to hurry her to
her place at the front of the flock. That done, the flock, the dogs, and she moved onto the narrow
two-rut cart-path that would dwindle to a dent in the grass by the time they got to the highlands.

The sheep, their bellies already starting to swell with lambs, looked oddly naked after the shearing. They
trotted after Diana while Chirp and Huss ran vigorously at their heels, nipping and barking and otherwise
trying to demonstrate to Faia that they were the only reason the sheep were going anywhere. Faia
suspected a fair amount of the show at this point was just because the dogs were so damned glad to be
heading for the highlands again.

And as for her—

She started whistling. The tune was "Lady Send the Sunshine," but she thought up some words for the
chorus, and switched abruptly from whistling to raucous singing.

"No damned shearing
No more carding,
No more spinning
And no dyeing!
No more weaving
And no sewing—
Flocks must to the uplands go."

She liked it enough that she trilled it a few more times, getting louder and louder with each rendition, until