He tore his gaze away from his hand and looked at it with his inhuman eyes. She was as white as a dead man and trembled finely.- It's a long road. Here you abandoned your intention, here you left it. Carried, gave birth. People found out, and the old women began to talk and look askance, and the girls began to hiss, call names. But you endured. She fed, raised her son with care and love. Time passed, he became big, strong, loving. Support and protection for the mother. People have long ceased to speak, and no one listens to those who continue to slander. The boy is strong, good, he is not afraid of anyone, he does not run away from anyone, and they accepted him. You will die old among your grandchildren. Whether there will be a husband or not, I don’t know, but there will be many grandchildren, I see everyone around the deathbed, everyone is crying.He straightened up and let go of her hand.“Now decide which way you want to go.” Only quickly, I'm tired and want to sleep. He crossed
Strong hands dragged them inside the tower through the hole in the resin nose. While Thobius was rising, the soldiers unsuccessfully tried to unhook the merchant and his daughter from the rope.- Glad you made it. The rest will be completed by our arrows.The room with the bulky lifting mechanism became crowded when Walton Galli, nicknamed Rod, son and heir of Freigar Galli, Duke of Karebekland, entered a large part of the space. It was a giant, nearly eight feet tall, brushing its plume against the ceiling. His shoulders and arms were just right for his height, and even the tall Tobius felt small as he tilted his head up to see the slits of his closed helmet. Lord Walton's body was covered from head to toe in heavy steel armor. Like all the rulers of the western outskirts of Riven, the Galli adhered to old customs, trusted swords, but not swords, wore full armor instead of cuirasses and lightweight shells, called themselves knights, and not just nobles, feudal lords, and not aristocr
— Tobius Mole, Master of Riven Academy.“Oh, we are all masters here! Well, except for Lando! Khales, the most sociable of those present, laughed shortly. - Guilt? Elya? Slivovitz? Beer? It's a great beer, I swear! The best beer I've ever had, from the breweries of Trontholp Brewers himself! "Oak barrel"!"No," Tobius snapped. — What exactly are you doing?“Well… uh… now we’re eating…”Why aren't you on the walls?- What are we to do there? said Hales Troubadour.- Don't know. be present? Inspire? Trying to convince the people that the mages of Riven are not a bunch of wry-armed cowards that tremble in their towers while lords, warriors and monks confront the bastards from the Savage Land...There was an awkward pause.“The thread of the conversation has gone somewhere in the wrong direction,” the Giant chuckled. “The young man is somewhat agitated…“The young man is a master with a staff, the same as you, so be careful with notes of condescension in your voice, enchantment Godern,” T
“Are there many Zulans?”“An army of several thousand heads, and they're not moving anywhere, defending this primitive fortress, this dracula-studded hill,” Talbot repeated wearily.- And a large detachment will be detected when trying to get closer?— Yes, definitely. The likes of flying lizards patrol the skies, while racing beast lizards and small flocks have the scent of bloodhounds—they will quickly detect too many people. In addition, the enemy flooded the surrounding forests with this muck, foragers drive and beat the beast in order to feed the army besieging us, so that even in the thicket itself I had to constantly hide."And magic won't help us?"- Of course not! ' Wrathful waved him off irritably. “Even here in Tephraska, it is very difficult to use it, but the closer to this ill-fated hill, the harder it is!”How close were you able to get to him?“Um… about a thousand steps.” It was impossible to go any further, my head was pounding with pain!Then I don't see the problem
The burden of trifling spells grew heavier, but the master was stubborn and did not leave his post. For a moment, Tobius felt he was being watched. He instantly checked the weaving of the "eye pipe", found no violations of the contour and looked around hesitantly. They really looked at him, and the beholder ... was extremely uncommon. He was a magician, no doubt, but a magician who wore polished steel [Extremely unusual for a magician, since steel, along with metals such as iron, zinc, tin and lead, is a magic-repellent metal. Mages prefer to work with copper, bronze, cast iron and brass, which absorb, conduct and hold magical energy well.]. A tall, lean man in leather robes heavily sewn with steel plates, a closed helmet with a smooth face shield and a raincoat, which consisted of steel leaf-shaped blades, somewhat reminiscent of fluffed up horny scales. The gray mage could see the steel wizard's left arm - it was undoubtedly a prosthesis, made in the form of bare bones, shining with
For prisoners cut off from the outside world, time flows differently, it stretches unbearably slowly, like molasses. Only for wizards, this circumstance does not play a special role, because each of them has several very useful features, such as, for example, an internal chronometer. The wizard always knows how much time has passed and how much is left, day behind the walls or night, where is north and where is south. However, it is still unknown why, with all these most useful properties, magicians so often manage to be late or come too early?However, Talbot the Angry came just in time. The sun was barely below the horizon when a tall, lean old man strode down the corridor to Thobius' cell and began opening the doors.— Char Talbot?“Time is short, no questions.Chains and Estrian gloves fell to the floor, and Tobius almost ran after the elder mage, relieved to feel his strength returning to him. They walked past the jailer, frozen like a statue with glazed eyes, and climbed the nar
They ate silently and with concentration, and only insipid vegetable food without a strong smell. Talbot explained that on the third day of his first sortie, he had to run for several hours from a pack of small animal lizards chasing him, until he guessed to throw all the jerky out of the bag.“I expected to see you with a party,” Ser Richard said as they sat down in the semi-darkness, well fed and tired.- It's pointless. You can’t lead a detachment through the forest, except perhaps by beaten paths, but barbarians also use them, and what is a detachment capable of against that horde that you and I saw on the hill? You say zulans don't go to the thicket?- One-eyed - no. They drive on roads, but among the trees they are crowded. But small freaks feel good here. They are engaged in foraging, hunting, dragging venison and poultry to their owners. And I'm looking for them.Have you killed many?“Three hundred in all the time of the war,” Hoss said, without a hint of smugness or pride. “
Tobius raised his right hand to his face and marveled at how much thinner it had been compared to his left. The skin on his long fingers was stretched, the nails were almost black. To the touch and color, the hand resembled a prosthesis carved from bog oak. At the same time, the limb obeyed perfectly, all the fingers were bent, nothing hurt, did not fester, only the sensitivity practically did not recover, which caused some problems. Something stuck inside after being bitten by the shadow, and what it was, Tobius certainly wanted to find out. He was faced with an unknown kind of sorcery, and who knows when the bite will still remind of itself?Occasionally letting his eyes rest, but maintaining concentration, the wizard continued to carry out his patrol. In the heavy night stuffiness, the soul prayed for a gust of cool wind. Before, he could even have asked the few spring breeze spirits that hovered around idle during those summer months to help him, but not now that every spell came