"Julian May - Trillium 3 - Sky Trillium" - читать интересную книгу автора (May Julian)

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off and hide!"

With some effort, Haramis again stilled her agitation by strumming the harp and
contemplating the Flowers. She must not let her unruly imagination run away
with her. Before undertaking the task of hunting down the flighty Archimage of
the Sea, she should first find out just who had fomented the uprising of the
swamp-fiends. The Skritek aborigines were notoriously gullible, and the one
who had incited them to hostility might be only some common human rogue.

She put down the harp and lifted her talisman once again. "Show me the person
who told the Skritek that he was a member of the Star Guild."

Obediently, the Three-Winged Circle produced a murky scene of deep night in
some rocky fastness, lit by the crimson embers of a dying campfire. Someone lay
asleep on the ground.

The vision expanded at the Archimage's command, until it seemed that she stood
within it and was able to walk about and examine everything closely, seeing as
well as in broad daylight. Lofty mountains reared up on every side, many of
them capped by glaciers. There was no snow on the ground in the camp, but a
chill wind blew gustily, causing the fire to flare up and then almost expire.

"Where is this place?" she asked the talisman.

In the Ohogan Mountains above Zinora, some nine hundred leagues west of your
Tower.

With the darkness abated by the Circle's magic, Haramis could see a large
fronial, well cared for and having its antlers bedizened with silver, hobbled near

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a brawling stream. It was sluggishly cropping leaves from shrubs growing
among the boulders. The saddle and other tack, piled neatly at one side of the
fire, were of high quality and styled in the Zinoran manner, with pearl-studded
silver accoutrements. On the other side of the fire lay the sleeper, wrapped so
tightly in zuch-wool blankets that only his nose was visible. Close by him rested
a stout pair of what looked like saddlebags—except that they were fashioned not
from leather but from exotic birdskin with the red-and-black feathers still in
place. Only Sobranians could have made them, those wealthy but rather
uncivilized humans who dwelt on the western frontiers of the known world,
beyond the nation of Galanar.