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

Dorrin keeps walking.
"... and thanks for the help with the weeding."
"That's all right."
The weather wizard stands by the kitchen table that seats but four. Both youths incline their
heads slightly as they step into the room from the covered porch where they all dine together in
weather better than the raw overcast outside. Their mother is sitting in the chair by the window.
"Sit down," suggests their father.
They sit, one on each side of Rebekah. Sitting on the remaining chair, the tall wizard clears
his throat.
"... not another lecture ..." mumbles Kyl under his breath.
"Yes . . . another lecture," affirms their father. "This is a lecture that you have heard and
forgotten. And it's very important, because a time of change is upon us." The wizard sips from the


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cup he has carried to the table. "Among the White Wizards of Fairhaven there is a chaos wizard
whose like has not been seen for centuries. They call him Jeslek. He has even begun to raise
mountains in the high plains between Gallos and Kyphros."
Rebekah shivers. "Not even the Founders ..."
Oran takes another sip from his cup before speaking. "Something is going to happen, and we have
to be prepared. Chaos could crop up just about anywhere."
"Anywhere? That's silly," comments Kyl.
"You think that Recluce is immune to chaos?" snorts the tall man. "You think that the order
with which we live just happened?"
"No," answers Dorrin heavily, wishing his father would get to the point. "This has something to
do with me, doesn't it?"
His mother looks out the window. Kyl looks at the tile of the floor, then at his brother.
"Dorrin, now is not the time for your games with machines and models." Oran draws out the
words.
"Now, Oran," temporizes the red-haired woman. "He's still young."
"Young he may be, but order doesn't flow right when he's around. Have you talked to Hegl? Poor
man's afraid to work iron when Dorrin's nearby. I can't sense the storms when he gets worried.
Crellor- Never mind! And with the Fairhaven wizards talking about fleets and pressuring the
Nordlans to stop trading with us, things are getting too serious to have order disrupted." The air
wizard frowns, then coughs. "Too serious," he repeats.
"What do you want me to do? Disappear?"
Oran shakes his head, pulls at his chin, then purses his lips. "Nothing is ever that simple.
Never that simple." Dorrin picks up the heavy tumbler and sips the lukewarm redberry.
Kyl winks at his older brother, and Rebekah glares at her younger son. Kyl shrugs when her
glance shifts to Oran.
Finally, Oran looks at Dorrin. "We've talked about this all before, about how you insist on
making your models and thinking about machines. And I asked you to think about it." The tall
wizard pauses. "It's clear that you haven't taken my words seriously enough."
"I have thought about it," Dorrin says slowly. "I would rather be a smith or a woodworker. They
make real things. Even a healer helps people. You can see what happens. I don't want to spend my
life watching things. I want to do things and to create things."
"Sometimes, watching things saves many lives. Remember the big storm last year ..."
"Father . . . ? The legends say that Creslin could direct the storms. Why can't-"