"Andre Norton - WW - Estcarp Cycle 04 - Warlock of the Witch World" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norton Andre)

as a cook would stir a pudding in the kettle—Kyllan
and I met once more at Estford, which had been home
to us. And we rode together through a night of turmoil, to
bring our sister out of the trap which had held her so
long.

Then did we go east, to find Escore, that riven land
from which the Old Race had come in the far, far past,
where the powers of both good and ill had been unleashed
to walk as they would, wearing strange guises. We strove
with those powers, separately and together. Kyllan, having
used part of his gift on our behalf, laid himself open to
the possession of one of these forces, and, while the cost to

him was high in peril and pain, it brought us to the People
of Green Silences and into their sanctuary.

They were not wholly of our blood. Even as we were
not wholly of the Old Race, sharing the inheritance from
our father who had come from another space and time.
Though they had in them some of the Old Race, yet for
the rest they were older still, being akin to the land in a
way which those of my blood are not. But then, in Escore
there are many legends we had heard in our childhood
which lived to walk, burrow, fly.

Then a geas was laid on Kyllan, by what Power we had
no telling. And under it he went back across the moun-
tains to Estcarp. From him spread a land of need—I do not
know the proper words for its description—which settled
into some of the Old Race, who had been driven out of
Karsten during the Kolder War and since had been a rest-
less, homeless people. When he came back to us, they
followed him.

Not only fighting men came so, but also their women
and children, bringing all that they could to enable them
to set up households in this new land. The Men of the
Green Silences under Dahaun, their Lady (she who had
succored Kyllan during his great peril), and Ethutur, their
warlord, aided them over the cliffs and brought them to
the safe Valley.

So much have I wrote in this chronicle, and perhaps it
repeats what is already a too familiar tale. But it has been
set upon me to add this to the record begun by Kyllan. This
is my portion of the story, which stands a little apart from
the history of the Great War, though it has a rightful
place in that, since it helped in bringing about the final
victory.