"Recluce - 09 - Colors Of Chaos" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

wrapped in a dark green woolen cloak. Snowflakes-Cerryl didn't expect
such in spring. Then, it was early spring, and the new leaves had barely
budded, while the old leaves had barely begun to turn from gray to green.
He could feel the slight headache that came with storms, not so severe as
with a driving rainstorm, more like the twinge of a light rain.
   "Storms affect you, don't they?"
   "How did you know?"
   "You told me, remember?"
   Had he? He wasn't certain he had, but his life had changed so much,
and so quickly, he sometimes felt he was just struggling to take in
everything-like Kinowin's continuing lectures on trade and now more
insistence on improving his skills.
   The two walked quietly through the scattered flakes until they were
less than a block from the south side of the Market Square.
   "This way." Leyladin inclined her head to the left.
   Another block found them turning north again.
   "Here we are." She gestured.
   Leyladin's house was not on the front row of homes on the Avenue below
the Market Square, but in the slightly smaller dwellings one block behind
those of Muneat and the more affluent factors. Instead of a dozen real
glass windows across the front of the dwelling, there were merely four
large arched windows on each side of the ornately carved red oak double
doors, but each of the windows held several dozen small diamond-shaped
glass panes set in lead. Each window sparkled from the lamps within the
house.
   The front of the house extended a good fifty cubits from side to side,
and deeper than that, Cerryl suspected as Leyladin led him up the granite
walk, a walk flanked just by winter-browned grass.
   "The gardens are in the back," Leyladin answered his unspoken
question. "Father said they were for us, not to display to passersby."
The blonde mage opened the front door. "Soaris! Father! We're here."
   She stepped into a bare foyer barely four cubits wide and twice that
in length, with smooth stone walls on either side. Cerryl followed and
closed the door. On the left wall was mounted a polished wooden beam,
with pegs for jackets and cloaks. Against the right wall was a backless
golden oak bench. Beside it was a boot scraper. A boot brush leaned
against the wall stones.
   Cerryl offered the brush to Leyladin, then took it after she finished
and brushed his own boots. Then he took off his white jacket and hung it
on one of the pegs.
   A huge, heavy man wearing a blue overtunic appeared at the back of the
narrow foyer. "Lady Leyladin, your father awaits you and your companion
in the study."
   "We will be right there, Soaris."
   "Very good, lady." Soaris bowed again and departed.
   Cerryl turned to her. "Lady Leyladin?"
   The blonde mage blushed. "Some hold Father... in high regard, since
Mother died when I was young and my sisters are gone, I help father by
acting as lady of the household, since he has no consort."
   Cerryl shook his head slowly. "I knew that you were well off..."