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.Then he stared atGwen's long, red hair, swinging with her steps.And she had stopped it? A machine out of the future, and she bad stopped it?He looked at his farm girl with new respect.'Uh, Gwen, dear.'Aye, my lord?' She looked back at him, with a look of pleased surprise and a faintblush.He frowned.What.Oh.He'd called her 'Gwen'.Also 'dear'.'Aye, my lord, exorcized it.But the Wee Folk would not come here more, and I toothought it wise.'Yes, Rod mused, very wise.Durer & Co.would not have taken kindly todiminutive spies, and could probably have devised some very unpleasantpreventatives.He fastened his eyes on Gwendylon's retreating back, watching herabsently; she was just full of surprises, this one.'We come near, lords!'Rod jerked his head up and saw a point of dim light ahead.The ball of light inGwen's hand flickered out.A moment later, they stepped through the weathered, weed-grown mouth of thetunnel into the moonlit night.The river flowed by a few dozen yards away,bordered with willow and cypress.The breeze was chill after the dampness of theaaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r rtunnel.Loguire shivered.'Master!' came a soft, low cry, and Big Tom stepped out of the riverbank shadows,leading three horses.Rod grabbed Gwendylon's hand and ran for the horses.and was brought upsharp by a most unfeminine jerk on his arm - fortunately, the good one.'Nay, my lord,' she said firmly.'First we must see to your arm.''Which one,' Rod grumped, swiveling his good shoulder; it had developed asudden ache.'Look, we don't have time.''It will slow us in our ride soon or late,' she said sternly.'Better to tend it now,when it will take but a moment.'Rod sighed and capitulated.He watched her run to the riverbank with aconnoisseur's interest and wondered what the strange, pleasant feeling insidehim was.'She hath the right of it,' growled Loguire, swinging Rod about to face him.'Clamp your teeth.'He unbuttoned Rod's doublet.Rod's nascent protest was cut off by a gasp ofagony as Loguire snapped the doublet open, tearing the scab off in the process.'Let it bleed freely a moment,' Loguire growled, jerking the doublet off the injuredshoulder.Then Gwendylon came up with a handful of some sort of herb and a smallwineskin - trust Big Tom to have one on him, Rod thought - and perhaps fiveminutes later, Rod swung her onto Fess's saddle and leaped up behind her.Hedug his heels into Fess's sides.Gwendylon started at the muted clang, and, asFess sprang out into a gallop, she twisted to frown, puzzled, at Rod.'That's why I call him Old Ironsides,' Rod explained.'Just relax and lean backagainst me.It's going to be a long ride.''But, my lord, I have no need to-''There're only three horses, Gwen.Somebody has to ride double.Don't worry,Fess won't even notice the difference.''But my lord, I-''Hush.My Lord Loguire!' he called back over his shoulder.'Lead us, my lord; youknow this land best.'aaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r rLoguire nodded mutely and spurred the big bay; it speeded a little, and passedRod.Rod followed him, listening to the drum of hooves from Tom's mountbehind him.'Believe me, my lord, there is no need for-''Time enough to talk later,' Rod growled.'We're leaving a trail as clear as Polaris.We've got to get far enough away fast enough so it won't matter if they follow us.'Gwendylon sighed.'Look behind you, my lord.'Rod turned, and saw a crowd, of at least a hundred elves lined along their trailwith miniature brooms, sweeping awayevery trace of their passing - even straightening the grass the horses' hooves hadflattened.Rod squeezed his eyes shut.'No.Oh, no- Why me, Lord? Why me?'He turned back to Gwendylon.'Gwen, did you call out these Gwen!'The saddle was empty.She was gone.'Gwen!' he shouted, and sawed back on the reins.'Really, Rod,' protested themurmur in his mastoid, 'I must ask you that you attempt to control-''Gwendylon!' Rod yelled.A cry like the mew of a seagull drifted down from, the sky.Rod looked up.The osprey.The same one.He was willing to swear to it.Anyway, he was willingto swear.The bird plummeted low and circled Rod's head, mewing urgently [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Then he stared atGwen's long, red hair, swinging with her steps.And she had stopped it? A machine out of the future, and she bad stopped it?He looked at his farm girl with new respect.'Uh, Gwen, dear.'Aye, my lord?' She looked back at him, with a look of pleased surprise and a faintblush.He frowned.What.Oh.He'd called her 'Gwen'.Also 'dear'.'Aye, my lord, exorcized it.But the Wee Folk would not come here more, and I toothought it wise.'Yes, Rod mused, very wise.Durer & Co.would not have taken kindly todiminutive spies, and could probably have devised some very unpleasantpreventatives.He fastened his eyes on Gwendylon's retreating back, watching herabsently; she was just full of surprises, this one.'We come near, lords!'Rod jerked his head up and saw a point of dim light ahead.The ball of light inGwen's hand flickered out.A moment later, they stepped through the weathered, weed-grown mouth of thetunnel into the moonlit night.The river flowed by a few dozen yards away,bordered with willow and cypress.The breeze was chill after the dampness of theaaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r rtunnel.Loguire shivered.'Master!' came a soft, low cry, and Big Tom stepped out of the riverbank shadows,leading three horses.Rod grabbed Gwendylon's hand and ran for the horses.and was brought upsharp by a most unfeminine jerk on his arm - fortunately, the good one.'Nay, my lord,' she said firmly.'First we must see to your arm.''Which one,' Rod grumped, swiveling his good shoulder; it had developed asudden ache.'Look, we don't have time.''It will slow us in our ride soon or late,' she said sternly.'Better to tend it now,when it will take but a moment.'Rod sighed and capitulated.He watched her run to the riverbank with aconnoisseur's interest and wondered what the strange, pleasant feeling insidehim was.'She hath the right of it,' growled Loguire, swinging Rod about to face him.'Clamp your teeth.'He unbuttoned Rod's doublet.Rod's nascent protest was cut off by a gasp ofagony as Loguire snapped the doublet open, tearing the scab off in the process.'Let it bleed freely a moment,' Loguire growled, jerking the doublet off the injuredshoulder.Then Gwendylon came up with a handful of some sort of herb and a smallwineskin - trust Big Tom to have one on him, Rod thought - and perhaps fiveminutes later, Rod swung her onto Fess's saddle and leaped up behind her.Hedug his heels into Fess's sides.Gwendylon started at the muted clang, and, asFess sprang out into a gallop, she twisted to frown, puzzled, at Rod.'That's why I call him Old Ironsides,' Rod explained.'Just relax and lean backagainst me.It's going to be a long ride.''But, my lord, I have no need to-''There're only three horses, Gwen.Somebody has to ride double.Don't worry,Fess won't even notice the difference.''But my lord, I-''Hush.My Lord Loguire!' he called back over his shoulder.'Lead us, my lord; youknow this land best.'aaTTnnssFFffooDDrrPPmmYYeeYYrrBB22.BBAAClick here to buyClick here to buywwmmwwoowwcc.AAYYBBYYBB r rLoguire nodded mutely and spurred the big bay; it speeded a little, and passedRod.Rod followed him, listening to the drum of hooves from Tom's mountbehind him.'Believe me, my lord, there is no need for-''Time enough to talk later,' Rod growled.'We're leaving a trail as clear as Polaris.We've got to get far enough away fast enough so it won't matter if they follow us.'Gwendylon sighed.'Look behind you, my lord.'Rod turned, and saw a crowd, of at least a hundred elves lined along their trailwith miniature brooms, sweeping awayevery trace of their passing - even straightening the grass the horses' hooves hadflattened.Rod squeezed his eyes shut.'No.Oh, no- Why me, Lord? Why me?'He turned back to Gwendylon.'Gwen, did you call out these Gwen!'The saddle was empty.She was gone.'Gwen!' he shouted, and sawed back on the reins.'Really, Rod,' protested themurmur in his mastoid, 'I must ask you that you attempt to control-''Gwendylon!' Rod yelled.A cry like the mew of a seagull drifted down from, the sky.Rod looked up.The osprey.The same one.He was willing to swear to it.Anyway, he was willingto swear.The bird plummeted low and circled Rod's head, mewing urgently [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]