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.As dusk fell, lanterns flickered and swung from the twistedlimbs of the almond trees, while dark-robed conjurers conferred in groups beneath.ToTaen, who overlooked the scene from the harboiirside battlement, the gathering lookedlike a hill tribes' summerfair gone eerily silent without music.The arrival of the MhoredKaran wizards had been her doing, and Anskiere's; despite the fact that the conclave'sdifferences of ability had just place in the scheme of Keith-land's defence, she looked uponher accomplishment and felt no confidence.The presence of the conjurers made itself felt in strange ways.The wards they establishedto enforce the reality that formed the foundation for their creed ran counter to Vaerishsorcery.Proximity to their encampment tended to inhibit the workings of dream-sense;still, Taen sensed that something, somewhere, went amiss.Against all logic, the feelingpersisted.The spells of the Mhored Karan conjurers were no part of the cause, but only thefoil for an apprehension Taen had no name for.The air above Mainstrait hung unnaturally still.Over the crack of shipwrights' mallets, theDreamweaver heard footsteps approaching from the postern.She lifted her head and sawDeison Corley stride toward her, his hair tangled with pitch and his brows levelled in anuncharacteristic frown.'You know,' he said as he drew alongside, 'I'm going to get spitted on a shark gaff for this.'He gestured toward the tents, and Taen understood he referred to the Kiel-mark'svociferous hatred of the wizards and their secretive conjury.The subject had sparked wildaaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r rspeculation among the men; wagers were on that Corley would lose his command, at theleast, and just as likely, his head.The Dreamweaver returned a sympathetic smile.'You speak as if you had a choice in thematter.You didn't, as I remember, unless you wanted to watch Anskiere call storm andscuttle every brigantine in the harbour.'Corley leaned on the battlement beside her.'Threats cut no cloth with the Pirate Lord.' Hepaused, irritable, and rubbed to ease the unfamiliar weight of the tore at his neck.Below,boys in the grey robes of acolytes continued to kindle lanterns until the trees glittered likean opium eater's dream of exotic, night-blooming flowers.Yet the captain left in commandat Cliffhaven found no beauty in the sight.'To the Kielmark, wizards are trouble, the sortthat invariably leads to bloodshed.'His remark brought no reply.A herd of goats bleatedin the shadow below the wall, and afterglow shed lightas flat as beaten metal on the waters of the harbour.Thesounds and the view seemed oddly, inappropriatelyordinary.Taen stared unseeing into distance.As ifhooked by a crosscurrent of thought, she murmuredsomething concerning an oath of debt that was too quietto be quite understood.Corley's hackles prickled.'What?''He won't be shedding any man's blood.Not everagain.' And as if slapped into waking awareness, Taensuddenly flinched.Her face drained utterly of colour.'Kor's grace, it's Shadowfane.The Kielmark - ' Her eyeswidened in shock.Corley caught her hard by the shoulders.'What aboutthe Kielmark?' His fingers bit, unwittingly harsh, and wrinkled her linen robe.Taen shivered.'He's dead.' Her words seemed unreal.The event they decribed should havebeen beyond the pale of any Dreamweaver's insight.The Kielmark's demise had happenedin the dungeons of Shadowfane, deep under rock where no Vaere-trained talent shouldreach.Chilled through, Taen knew of no natural way she could pick up echoes of thetragedy.Yet the vision had come to her, hard-edged in its clarity.Taen had no chance to fear, thatan absolute of Vaerish law had been unequivocally overturned.The immediacy of Corley'sgrief overwhelmed her sensitivity and cancelled the contact.The captain drew Taen close to offer comfort.The act became motion without meaning.The weight of the ruby tore bore heavily as a curse about his neck.He fumbled after wordsto ask what had happened, but his mind refused acceptance.Deprived the challenge of theKielmark's explosive character, the future seemed brotherless and empty.Below the walls, the lanterns of the wizards tossed gently in the wind.Corley shut his eyesas their lights splintered to rainbows through his tears.'Bad luck,' he said thickly.'Anysailor knows [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.As dusk fell, lanterns flickered and swung from the twistedlimbs of the almond trees, while dark-robed conjurers conferred in groups beneath.ToTaen, who overlooked the scene from the harboiirside battlement, the gathering lookedlike a hill tribes' summerfair gone eerily silent without music.The arrival of the MhoredKaran wizards had been her doing, and Anskiere's; despite the fact that the conclave'sdifferences of ability had just place in the scheme of Keith-land's defence, she looked uponher accomplishment and felt no confidence.The presence of the conjurers made itself felt in strange ways.The wards they establishedto enforce the reality that formed the foundation for their creed ran counter to Vaerishsorcery.Proximity to their encampment tended to inhibit the workings of dream-sense;still, Taen sensed that something, somewhere, went amiss.Against all logic, the feelingpersisted.The spells of the Mhored Karan conjurers were no part of the cause, but only thefoil for an apprehension Taen had no name for.The air above Mainstrait hung unnaturally still.Over the crack of shipwrights' mallets, theDreamweaver heard footsteps approaching from the postern.She lifted her head and sawDeison Corley stride toward her, his hair tangled with pitch and his brows levelled in anuncharacteristic frown.'You know,' he said as he drew alongside, 'I'm going to get spitted on a shark gaff for this.'He gestured toward the tents, and Taen understood he referred to the Kiel-mark'svociferous hatred of the wizards and their secretive conjury.The subject had sparked wildaaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r rspeculation among the men; wagers were on that Corley would lose his command, at theleast, and just as likely, his head.The Dreamweaver returned a sympathetic smile.'You speak as if you had a choice in thematter.You didn't, as I remember, unless you wanted to watch Anskiere call storm andscuttle every brigantine in the harbour.'Corley leaned on the battlement beside her.'Threats cut no cloth with the Pirate Lord.' Hepaused, irritable, and rubbed to ease the unfamiliar weight of the tore at his neck.Below,boys in the grey robes of acolytes continued to kindle lanterns until the trees glittered likean opium eater's dream of exotic, night-blooming flowers.Yet the captain left in commandat Cliffhaven found no beauty in the sight.'To the Kielmark, wizards are trouble, the sortthat invariably leads to bloodshed.'His remark brought no reply.A herd of goats bleatedin the shadow below the wall, and afterglow shed lightas flat as beaten metal on the waters of the harbour.Thesounds and the view seemed oddly, inappropriatelyordinary.Taen stared unseeing into distance.As ifhooked by a crosscurrent of thought, she murmuredsomething concerning an oath of debt that was too quietto be quite understood.Corley's hackles prickled.'What?''He won't be shedding any man's blood.Not everagain.' And as if slapped into waking awareness, Taensuddenly flinched.Her face drained utterly of colour.'Kor's grace, it's Shadowfane.The Kielmark - ' Her eyeswidened in shock.Corley caught her hard by the shoulders.'What aboutthe Kielmark?' His fingers bit, unwittingly harsh, and wrinkled her linen robe.Taen shivered.'He's dead.' Her words seemed unreal.The event they decribed should havebeen beyond the pale of any Dreamweaver's insight.The Kielmark's demise had happenedin the dungeons of Shadowfane, deep under rock where no Vaere-trained talent shouldreach.Chilled through, Taen knew of no natural way she could pick up echoes of thetragedy.Yet the vision had come to her, hard-edged in its clarity.Taen had no chance to fear, thatan absolute of Vaerish law had been unequivocally overturned.The immediacy of Corley'sgrief overwhelmed her sensitivity and cancelled the contact.The captain drew Taen close to offer comfort.The act became motion without meaning.The weight of the ruby tore bore heavily as a curse about his neck.He fumbled after wordsto ask what had happened, but his mind refused acceptance.Deprived the challenge of theKielmark's explosive character, the future seemed brotherless and empty.Below the walls, the lanterns of the wizards tossed gently in the wind.Corley shut his eyesas their lights splintered to rainbows through his tears.'Bad luck,' he said thickly.'Anysailor knows [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]