"Rebecca Neason - Highlander - The Path" - читать интересную книгу автора (Neason Rebecca)

"What-you mean you'll go?" Richie could hardly believe it. This had
gone a lot more easily than he expected.

Then it hit him. He had not talked Duncan into anything.

MacLeod had given in this easily only because he had already changed his
mind. That made it Duncan MacLeod 2-Richie Ryan 0, all in the space of
an hour.

Someday, Richie thought, someday I'll win one.

"So what time does this thing start?" MacLeod asked him.

"Eight o'clock."

"Fine. I'll pick you up at seven."
Eight rows back and on the aisle, and just as Richie had promised, they
were good seats. The indoor playing field at the Seacouver Municipal
Stadium had been transformed into the site of an Event. Across the
field that usually hosted football, soccer, and baseball games, folding
chairs,in neat sections and rows and a large wooden stage had been
assembled. The quest for victory had, at least for a single day, given
way to the quest for world peace. In spite of his earlier reluctance,
Duncan found that he was glad Richic had invited him.

The place was fiudg up fast. Richie turned to MacL4eod and smiled at
him triumphantly.

"See, Mac, it's like I sai"undreds of people. Nothing' '%-to worry
about , I know. And thanks, Richie."

"Hey, anytime."

Out of the corner of his eye, MacLeod watched the young man's face beam
with pleasure and pride and felt a ceftn gratification at having changed
his mind. Richie, the foundling, the child of orphanages and foster
homes, had had few people m his life he cared enough about to want to
please. MacLeod was glad he was among the few.

Duncan, too, had been a foundling, but he had been lucky enough not to
learn of it until after he "died" the first time, as a grown man. Then
his father had cast him out and the people of his clan had turned from
him in superstitious fear, but they could not take from bun the memories
of a childhood filled with love and belonging. He was still Duncan
MacIM of the Clan MacLeod-and always would be.

But that first winter alone, bereft of aB that he had known and loved,
had been one of the worst times of his life: days and mghts of cold and
loneliness, belonging nowhere. Duncan could only imagine what Richie's
early life had been like, when that feeling of never belonging, never