Битва королей

Prologue

           Cupinhand,herosetohisfeet."MayhapsIhavebeenafool.LadyMelisandre,willyoushareacupofwinewithme?Acupinhonorofyourgod,yourLordofLight?Acuptotoasthispower?"

           Theredwomanstudiedhim."Ifyouwish."

           Hecouldfeelthemallwatchinghim.Davosclutchedathimasheleftthebench,catchinghissleevewiththefingersthatLordStannishadshortened."Whatareyoudoing?"hewhispered.

           "Athingthatmustbedone,"MaesterCressenanswered,"forthesakeoftherealm,andthesoulofmylord."HeshookoffDavos’shand,spillingadropofwineontherushes.

           Shemethimbeneaththehightablewitheveryman’seyesuponthem.ButCressensawonlyher.Redsilk,redeyes,therubyredatherthroat,redlipscurledinafaintsmileassheputherhandatophisown,aroundthecup.Herskinfelthot,feverish."Itisnottoolatetospillthewine,Maester."

           "No,"hewhisperedhoarsely."No."

           "Asyouwill."MelisandreofAsshaitookthecupfromhishandsanddranklonganddeep.Therewasonlyhalfaswallowofwineremainingwhensheoffereditbacktohim."Andnowyou."

           Hishandswereshaking,buthemadehimselfbestrong.AmaesteroftheCitadelmustnotbeafraid.Thewinewassouronhistongue.Helettheemptycupdropfromhisfingerstoshatteronthefloor."Hedoeshavepowerhere,mylord,"thewomansaid."Andfirecleanses"

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 38 из 1267