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

   "What does trade have to do with three wandering Blacks from Recluce?"
Cerryl sipped the red wine, not nearly so clear or so good as that he'd
had at Leyladin's house, trying to make it last.
   "They could be spies. They'd been at the Traders' Square, looking for
work as blades, supposedly."
   "How did you find that out?"
   Faltar raised his eyebrows. "I have my ways."
   "I don't see that of young wanderers-they were young, weren't they?"
   '"The healer didn't look as old as you."
   "That young?" Cerryl grinned. "Not ancient like you?"
   Thump! The second ale slopped on the table. "Here you be." The server
was leaving before she finished her words.
   "Good ale." Faltar took another swallow. "I'm glad you recognize the
wisdom of your elders."
   Maybe there's something there ... but I don't think young travelers
are the problem."
   "Perhaps they're having troubles and throwing out more people. Did you
think of that?"
   "Then why would they be a problem for us?"
   "I don't know. But there's something. There are shipwrights headed for
Sligo ..."
   Cerryl looked hard at Faltar.
   "Everyone in Fairhaven knows that," protested Faltar. "I heard it in
the square."
   "That may be ... but if Kinowin-and he's still in the corner there-
heard you ..."
   "You're probably right." Faltar sighed and took another swallow.
   "Still doesn't make much sense."
   Many things didn't make sense to Cerryl. Fairhaven didn't have a port
that was really its own but maintained warships and relied on trade, but
Hydolar had three ports and didn't trade as much as the White City ...
and so it went.
   He yawned. He felt like he happened to be yawning all the time. Was it
just that the days were so long? Or was his practice with light daggers
that tiring? "I suppose I'd better get back and get to bed."
   "Summer will be easier. They split the day into two duties ... but if
you get first duty you have to be there before dawn, and if you get the
afternoon one you guard well into evening. I'm going to stay here a bit."
   "That's fine." Cerryl stood. "I'll talk to you later."
   He walked slowly out, noting that Eliasar and Kinowin had been joined
by another mage, one Cerryl didn't know, but that the three were eating
and apparently joking.
   Although it was full dark outside on the Avenue, the evening was
warmer than it had been earlier in the day. Maybe Faltar was right, that
spring had come to stay.
   Back in the rear hall, as he reached for the latch to his door, his
eyes went to the white-bronze plate mounted on the wall, where the Old
Tongue script spelled out: "Cerryl."
   Inside, he looked around-so much larger than any quarters he had ever
had ... and so bare compared to Leyladin's house. Two real shuttered