"David Eddings. Castle of wizardry enchanters' end game (The Belgariad, Part two)" - читать интересную книгу автора "Is he all right?" Taiba asked quickly.
"He's got some problems," Barak replied. "You'll get used to it." "Taiba," Polgara said. "Come over here." She looked critically at the woman's scanty clothing. "We're going to have to get something together for you to wear. It's very cold outside. There are other reasons too, it appears." "I'll see what I can find in the packs," Durnik offered. "we'll need something for the boy too, I think. That smock of his doesn't look any too warm." He looked over at the child, who was curiously examining the horses. "You won't need to bother about me," Taiba told them. "There's nothing out there for me. As soon as you leave, I'm going back to Rak Cthol." "What are you talking about?" Polgara asked her sharply. "I still have something to settle with Ctuchik," Taiba replied, fingering her rusty knife. Silk laughed from the cave mouth. "We took care of that for you. Rak Cthol's falling to pieces up there, and there isn't enough left of Ctuchik to make a smudge on the floor." "Dead?" she gasped. "How?" "You wouldn't believe it," Silk told her. "Did he suffer?" She said it with a ternble eagerness. "More than you could ever imagine," Polgara replied. Taiba drew in a long, shuddering breath, and then she began to cry. Aunt Pol opened her arms and took the sobbing woman into them, comforting her even as she had comforted Garion so often when he was small. Garion sank wearily to the floor, resting his back against the rocky lassitude drained him of all consciously directed thought. Once again the Orb sang to him, but lulling now. Its curiosity about him apparently was satisfied, and its song seemed to be there only to maintain the contact between them. Garion was too tired even to be curious about why the stone took such pleasure in his company. The little boy turned from his curious examination of the horses and went to where Taiba sat with one of Aunt Pol's arms about her shoulders. He looked puzzled, and reached out with one hand to touch his fingers to her tear-streaked face. "What does he want?" Taiba asked. "He's probably never seen tears before," Aunt Pol replied. Taiba stared at the child's serious little face, then suddenly laughed through her tears and gave him a quick embrace. The little boy smiled then. "Errand?" he asked, offering her the Orb. "Don't take it, Taiba," Polgara told her very quietly. "Don't even touch it." Taiba looked at the smiling child and shook her head. The little boy sighed, then came across the cave, sat down beside Garion, and nestled against him. Barak had gone a short distance back up the passageway they had followed; now he returned, his face grim. "I can hear Murgos moving around up there," the big man reported. "You can't tell how far away they are with all the echoes in these caves, but it sounds as if they're exploring every cave and passageway." |
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