"L. E. Modesitt - Recluce 07 - The magic Engineer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

"Ah . .. Dorrin ..."
She steps through the doorway, and Dorrin follows. Kadara is already leaving the foyer. Several
others, including Brede, stand by the schedule board and puzzle over the schedule printed there.
Jyll and Dorrin join them.
"Is 'Order' fundamentals?"
"... how much physical training ..."
Looking over the shoulder of the short and broad blond youth whose question was cut short by
Lortren, Dorrin scans the schedule, his eyes drifting to a small map in the corner. He finds the
dark oblong labeled "Dining," then steps away. Jyll steps away with him.
Outside he checks the walkways and starts uphill, north of the student quarters, where two
other figures are entering. "I think that's where we're supposed to go."
"I'm sure someone will tell us if it's not." Jyll tilts her head, and her fine, dark brown
hair, cut squarely at chin level, fluffs in the late afternoon breeze, then settles back.
Halfway to the dining building, Dorrin asks, "Where are you from?"
"Land's End, like most of us."
"Brede's from the Feyn area."
"Brede?"
"The big blond fellow with the deep voice."
"He looks like a farmer or a Nordlan warrior."
"He could probably be either, but he's sharper than he looks."
Jyll smiles. "Why did they send you here?"
"I kept telling my father that I wanted to build machines."
"That's scarcely grounds for exile." She purses her lips. "Unless you really just wanted to
build them for yourself."


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Dorrin flushes, but steps under the overhanging porch roof of the dining building and opens the
door for Jyll.
"Thank you."
Dorrin also holds the second door. The room contains six large circular wooden tables. At the
far end of the room are two open doorways through which Dorrin can see the kitchen. A long serving
table is set perhaps two cubits from the wall holding the doorways. Several of the other students
from the introductory meetings are loading plates from the serving table.
Lortren sits at one of the tables, along with a thin older man, two other older students,
Kadara, and the thin and gangly black-haired youth.
"You know her?" asks Jyll, her eyes focused on Kadara.
"Kadara? She is ... was . . . my neighbor." Dorrin forces a chuckle. "Right now, she thinks
it's my fault she's here."
"Oh?" Jyll steps toward the serving table.
Dorrin follows, his voice low. "I wanted to learn how to be a smith, like her father, but I
messed up some of his iron by turning it into black steel. So he got to know my father better.
When Hegl had trouble with her, he asked my father what to do."
"All right." The dark-haired girl grins. "I just thought I'd ask. Do you like her?"
Dorrin blushes again, caught off-guard by the question.
"Never mind. I think you answered the question."
Dorrin follows Jyll's example and picks up one of the heavy gray plates. From the serving
platters, he takes two slices of heavy dark bread, some white cheese, a mostly ripe pearapple, and