"John Moore - Heroics for Beginners" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moore John)

"Oh, right. Sorry."

The woman was leafing through a pocket-sized rhyming dictionary."Can't read a word in this moonlight.
I'll have to get back to you."

"No hurry. Listen, lady, if you could really see into the future, you wouldn't be standing in the King's
garden at night making predictions. You'd be cleaning up on short-term investments."

The old woman suddenly straightened up. "Good Lord!" she rasped. "That reminds me. I've got to see
my broker. What with the market so uncertain and the change in interest rates..." She turned, took two
steps off the path, and disappeared into the shadows. But from the darkness she called back once more.
"Just beware, young Timberline. Beware of a tall man with dark hair, hypnotic eyes, a scarred face, an
evil smile, and an insane laugh.Oh, and a pinkie ring."

"Wait!" said Kevin. "What's going to happen to interest rates?" He followed her off the path and looked
around. The lights from the castle windows fell on an empty garden. The old woman had vanished.

He returned to the path. His valet had been watching all this over his stack of parcels. "What did you
make of that, Winslow?"

"I must say, sire, that the seers here in Deserae certainly give value for money."

"Yeah.Nonsense, of course.Did you happen to catch all of it?"

"I'm afraid that all I can remember now is to beware the man in black."

"Yeah."The Prince frowned. "Didn't she say he had a beard? It's got to be Logan, right?A man in
black?"

"Perhaps not, sire. It's hard to judge color in the lamplight. I think His Lordship may be wearing dark
navy."

"I think it's black. Of course, everyone in the city knows I'm competing withLogan , so that's not much
of a prophecy. It just convinces me that they're all a bunch of frauds."

"I quite agree, sire. Still, Your Highness, it would have been nice..." Winslow hesitated.

"If she'd talked more about her investments?"

"Yes, sire."

"Forget it, Winslow. Let's go eat."

***

They returned to the castle. Back inside, it was easy enough to find servants to care for their parcels. By
the time the two returned to the Grand Ballroom, it had mostly emptied into the Banquet Hall. It was
filled with long tables and seats with velvet cushions. But no one was sitting yet. They were all standing
behind their chairs, waiting for Princess Rebecca to arrive. Between the guests, waiters were filling