"John Morressy - NestEgg" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morressy John)

I
know. I've heard of griffins being cured by holy men, but not by wizards."

"This might be a special case."

Kedrigern scowled. "Kings always think their problems are a special case."

Placing her arms akimbo, Princess gave him a straight look. "My father was a
king."

Kedrigern was willing to give a bit, but not too much. "I'm sure he was a very
nice king. But I never met your father. Most of the kings I've met have been .
.
. well, just look at that note! The arrogance of the man! As if he need only
snap his fingers and I'm to drop everything I'm doing and run off to hold his
griffin's talon and pour syrups down its throat. I've just come back from
working a very difficult counterspell, and he --"
"If you're going to call yourself a master counterspeller, you can't complain
when someone asks you to work a counterspell."

"It's the way they ask."

"Well, if Tyasan's an old friend --"

Kedrigern flung up his hands in frustration. "He's not! That's what annoys me
most, this pretense that we're old pals. He didn't say a dozen words to me
when
I was there last, and now he tries to sound like a boyhood chum."

"Don't be impatient with him. The man's desperate. It's possible to become
very
fond of a pet."

"My dear, no one knows better than you that I'm a patient man. The soul of
kindness. I am filled with love for all living things, griffins included. But
only a very silly man keeps a griffin as a household pet, and I resent being
summoned to the aid of a silly man because the consequences of his silliness
have finally caught up with him."

Princess raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She returned her attention to
the
scroll.

In a milder tone, Kedrigern went on, "I don't like to refuse help to an old
client -- even when he's presumptuous and demanding -- but I don't know
anything
about healing sick griffins."

"Tyasan says that the griffin might be spelled. You know about despelling
victims of wicked spells."