"Dan Parkinson. The Gates of Thorbardin ("DragonLance Saga Heroes II" #2) (angl)" - читать интересную книгу автора

The kender blinked again. "What places would you
like?"
"I don't know, exactly," Chane sighed. "I've never seen
it... except in dreams. But it's outside of Thorbardin
...someplace beyond Northgate."
The kender shifted his voluminous belt-pouch around
so that it rested on his lap, and began rummaging inside
it. The pouch seemed to have endless capacity, and the
dwarf stared at the horde of treasure the kender's busy
hands brought to light. Bright baubles of countless
kinds, small stones, bits of twine, an old turtle shell, var-
ious metal objects, a wooden cube, an old and battered
bird's nest - this the kender stared at for a moment, then
tossed aside - a broken spoon, a scrap of cloth.... The
treasures went on and on.
Then Chess drew forth a fat sheath of drawings and his

eyes brightened. "Ah," he said. "Maps." He thumbed
through them. "If the place you want to see is north of
Northgate, that means it's east of here," he explained,
then looked up, glanced at Chane and pointed. "East is
that way."
"What do the maps show to the east?" Chane squinted,
trying to see what the drawings said.
Chess looked up, surprised. "Nothing," he said. "I
thought I told you about that. The first thing east of here
is the Valley of Waykeep, and it isn't on maps. Maybe I
can draw one on the way."
"I don't want to go to the Valley of Waykeep," the
dwarf snorted.
"If you want to go east, you do," Chess said amicably,
then reached into his pouch and drew out another shiny
bauble. "How about that?" He held it up and gazed at it
in surprise.
"How about what? What is that?"
"It's that hill dwarf's amulet. The one I helped him
find. He must have lost it again. That's where I found it
the first time, too. Right in here, under the troll's sandal.
What do you know!"

Chapter 2

"What kind of dreams was it? I mean the one
where you saw a place outside of Thorbardin, and now
you want to find it?" Chestal Thicketsway scrambled to
the crest of a stone ledge and squinted, peering at misty
distances. Fogs and low clouds seemed to span the Valley
of Waykeep, a trough of sun-dappled gray mist miles
across and tens of miles in length. He noted again how
the valley seemed to just... lose itself from sight, even