The Rain Wild Chronicles: The Complete 4-Book Collection. Robin Hobb

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СКАЧАТЬ All parts of them grow, necks, legs, tails and yes, wings. I’m thinking that if I feed her right and she keeps trying to use them, maybe her wings will grow and she will be able to fly.’

      Thymara regarded him in astonishment. She had just accepted the dragons as they were; it had not occurred to her that perhaps they might become full dragons as they grew. Now she reconsidered Skymaw’s wings. They had seemed floppy when she had cleaned them and Skymaw had not been very helpful about unfolding them for grooming. She didn’t think Skymaw could move them much. A surge of envy raced through her; was it possible that Tats’ green dragon might eventually gain flight while Skymaw remained earthbound?

      ‘But you can understand what they say, word for word?’ Sedric seemed intent on dragging them back to his own concern about the dragons. When Thymara nodded, he asked, ‘So when you said those things to me, you weren’t making them up? You were actually translating what the dragon was trying to say to me?’

      She suddenly felt a bit abashed by how she had spoken to him. ‘I was repeating exactly what Skymaw was saying,’ she excused herself, and felt only slightly guilty for blaming her rudeness on the dragon.

      ‘So, then. You could translate for me? If I wanted to talk to her, apologize—’

      ‘No need for that. I mean, you can speak directly to her. She understands exactly what you say.’

      ‘Yes, she did, and that is exactly how I was getting into trouble with her. But if Alise asks your dragon a question and your dragon answers, you could translate the answer for me? Quietly, off to one side, so we don’t disturb their conversation.’

      ‘Of course. But so could Alise – I mean, the lady. So could any of the keepers.’

      ‘But that would slow down Alise’s work. I was thinking that if someone would interpret for me, as the dragon talks, I could get it all down. I’m a very fast writer. And I suppose any keeper could do it,’ and here he glanced at Tats. ‘But seeing as how she is your dragon, I think you would be the logical choice.’

      She liked how he kept referring to Skymaw as her dragon. ‘I suppose I could.’

      ‘Well then – would you?’

      ‘Would I what? Just stand there while they’re talking, only tell you what the dragon is saying?’

      ‘Exactly.’ He hesitated, and then offered, ‘I could pay you, if you wish. For your time.’

      It was tempting, but her father had raised her to be honest. ‘I’ve already been paid for my time, and it belongs to the dragon now. I can’t sell my time twice any more than I could sell a plum twice. So I couldn’t take your money. And I’d have to ask Skymaw if she would allow you to be near her, and if she would mind if I told you what she was saying.’

      ‘Well.’ He seemed taken aback at the thought that she couldn’t accept his money. ‘Would you ask her, then? I’d be indebted to you.’

      She cocked her head at him. ‘Actually, I think it would be Alise Finbok who would be indebted to me. After all, she’s bought your time, for you to do this work for her. And if I make it so you can do it, well—’ Thymara smiled to herself. ‘Yes, I think actually she’d be the one indebted to me.’ She rather liked the idea of that.

      ‘So, then, you’ll ask the dragon if I can be around her? And if you can interpret for me what she says?’

      Thymara bent down and grasped her fishing spear to either side of her prey. She grunted slightly as she lifted the heavy fish. She nodded toward it as she answered him. ‘Let’s ask her right now. I think I have something here that might put her in the mood to say yes.’

       Day the 6th of the Grain Moon

       Year the 6th of the Independent Alliance of Traders

       Kim to Detozi

       I fear you have taken a simple reminder of the rules as if it were a personal rebuke. Detozi, surely we know one another well enough for you to realize that I was only carrying out the tasks of my position when I reminded you of the rules regarding personal messages. I am not the sort of person who would run to the Council with such a trivial complaint. I merely thought that if I reminded you of the rules, I might save you from embarrassment and nuisance if it came to the attention of someone who was petty enough to enforce them. That was all. Sa’s Mercy, I am shocked at how seriously you have taken all this! I will, for the sake of our friendship, ignore the unfounded accusations and cruel allegations of your last missive.

       kim

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       Suspicions

      He awoke before dawn, cradled in a warm cocoon of contentment. Life was good. Leftrin lay still in the dark, enjoying it for a few long moments before letting his mind start enumerating the tasks of the day. Tarman was as still as he ever got, nosed up onto the mudbank. Sometimes it seemed to him that his ship grew more thoughtful when it was pulled up on the riverbank, as if he were dreaming of other days and times. He could hear and feel the gentle tug of the river’s backwater current on the aft end of the ship, but mostly all was still. It was quieter than when he anchored or tied up in the river, almost as if Tarman himself were dozing on the sunny bank.

      The bedding smelled sweet, of the cologne that Alise Finbok wore, but also of Alise herself. He rolled his face into the pillow and breathed deeply of her scent. Then he grinned at his own foolishness. He was as infatuated as a beardless boy who had just discovered that women were wonderfully different from men. The giddiness that had passed him by as a youth now spun him delightfully, infecting every moment of his day. Thinking of her freckled, speckled face made him smile. Her hair, the colour of a hummer’s breast, turned into tiny curls all around her brow when it escaped from her pins. The times she had reached out and taken his arm when something frightened or alarmed her always made him feel as if he were taller and stronger than he had ever been in his life.

      There was no future to it. He knew that in every corner of his yearning, aching heart. When he thought of how it must end, he felt despair. But for now, this morning, on the dawn of carrying her off up the river on a journey that might be weeks or even months long, he was happy and excited. It was a mood that hummed through the ship, infecting the crew as well. Tarman would be very pleased to be underway. Leftrin still considered it a ridiculous mission, a journey to nowhere herding reluctant dragons. Yet the pay the Council had offered was excellent, and the opportunity to take his ship and crew beyond the boundaries of what had been explored was something he’d always dreamed about. To have a woman like Alise not only appear in his life, but suddenly be given him as a companion for the voyage was good fortune beyond his ability to imagine.

      He took another deep breath of her fragrance, hugged his pillow and sat up. Time to face the day. He wanted to make an early start, yet he would wait for the delivery of the supplies he had specially ordered in the hopes of making her more comfortable. He scratched his chest, chose a shirt from the hooks near his bunk and pulled it on. He still wore his trousers from yesterday. Barefoot, he padded out of his stateroom and into the galley. He stirred the embers in the small stove and put yesterday’s coffee to reheat. He wiped out a coffee mug and set it on the table. Outside the small windows of the deck-house, the world was hesitantly venturing toward day. The deep shadows of the surrounding СКАЧАТЬ