On the Edge of Darkness. Barbara Erskine
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Название: On the Edge of Darkness
Автор: Barbara Erskine
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные любовные романы
isbn: 9780007320950
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Adam looked from Gemma to Gartnait and back. Neither had moved a muscle. There were tears in Gemma’s eyes.
‘What is happening?’ he cried suddenly. ‘Do something. Don’t let him take her.’
Gartnait shook his head. He gestured at Adam sharply to stay where he was. ‘He has the right.’
‘He doesn’t. What’s he going to do?’ Adam scrambled up, bewildered.
‘He takes her back to Craig Phádraig.’ Gartnait shook his head. ‘It is her destiny. He will not let her come back.’
‘But he can’t do that!’ Adam was frantic. ‘You can’t just let him take her.’
‘I can’t stop him, A-dam,’ Gartnait said quietly. ‘It is her chosen life. And you must go. Now. You must not come back to the land beyond the north wind. Not ever.’
‘What do you mean? Why not? What have I done? What’s wrong with me?’ Bewildered, the boy could feel tears in his own eyes.
‘You live in another place, A-dam. The place beyond the stone. Beyond the mist.’ Gartnait’s gaze was on the retreating forms of Brid and Broichan. ‘No one is supposed to go there or come from there. My uncle told me about it so that I could carve the stone. Brid followed me. She learned the way from me. She will learn about it in her studies, but it is secret. It is a secret which no man may tell. My uncle believes that we told you the way. I told him that your father is a powerful priest on your side of the stone, and that you learned the way from him, but he is still angry.’
‘My father didn’t teach me the way here. I found it myself.’ Adam was confused. ‘Or Brid shows me. What is so special? I don’t understand. Why should a track through the wood be so secret?’
Gartnait frowned. ‘It leads to the back of the north wind, where no man may go. Not Broichan himself, not Brid, not even me.’ He sighed. ‘I told you to beware my sister, A-dam. She is a daughter of the fire and her power will kill. Forget her, A-dam. She is not part of your destiny. Come, my young friend. I will walk with you.’
Adam shook his head, confused and miserable. ‘No, you stay here. You shouldn’t walk after your accident. And besides, you should stay with your mother –’ He looked at Gemma for a moment.
She shook her head. ‘Go, A-dam. You bring trouble for us, my son.’ She gave a small sad smile and turning away, she disappeared inside the cottage.
Distressed, Adam hesitated. ‘May I come back?’ His face was burning with shame.
By the fire, Gartnait shook his head sadly as he turned back to the flames. He hoped Adam would never realise how close he had come to death that afternoon; how only his eloquence, courage and the fact that he had convinced Broichan of the power of Adam’s father had saved the boy from the razor-sharp blade which, hidden in the older man’s sleeve, had been destined for Adam’s throat.
‘Gemma?’ Adam’s voice was husky with misery. He had a sudden vision of his own mother crying and fighting with his father. Was he always destined to cause trouble for the people he loved?
She reappeared in the doorway and she held out her arms to him. He ran to her and she hugged him and kissed his cheek. ‘No, A-dam. Never come back.’ She softened the words with a gentle touch on his face, then she turned away once more and ducked inside.
A few days later, to his surprise and delight, Adam found his old school friend, Robbie Andrews, waiting for him by the gate to the manse. The boy’s face split into a huge grin as he punched Adam on the shoulder. ‘Where have you been? I’ve been hanging around all afternoon.’
Adam shook his head. ‘I’ve been up on the hill.’ Mooching aimlessly around the stone. To no avail. There was no sign of Gartnait or Gemma or the cottage. He grinned back at Robbie, snapping out of his depression. Robbie, the son of the factor on the Glen Ross estate, had once been his best friend, but when Robbie’s mother had died Robbie had gone to boarding school and stayed with his grandparents in Edinburgh. Robbie had, he now discovered, come to spend the summer with his father up at the factor’s house on the estate.
‘I’ve got a message for you.’ Robbie glanced round conspiratorially. He was a tall thin boy with startling red hair, and at seventeen was a few months older than Adam. ‘Come over here.’ He ducked down out of sight of the manse’s study window and led Adam back down the street and towards the river. Only when they were in the wood by the burn did he stop and find them a fallen tree trunk to sit on, out of reach of the spray from the waterfall. He reached into his pocket and produced a crumpled envelope. ‘Here. It’s from your mother.’
Adam stared at him. His mouth dropped open and he found he was having to fight a sudden urge to cry. It was two years, almost exactly, since his mother had left home and he had long ago given up hope of hearing from her ever again.
He put his hand out for the envelope and sat staring at it. It was her writing all right. Every thought of Brid and Gartnait fled from his brain as he turned it over and over in his hands.
‘Aren’t you going to open it?’ Robbie was eager to know what it said.
Adam shook his head. He shoved it into his pocket and leaning forward, elbows on knees, picked up a moss-covered stone to throw towards the burn.
‘She came to see my grandmother,’ Robbie prompted him. ‘She said she had written to you and you never bothered to answer. She said she understood that you must be very angry with her.’
‘She never wrote.’ Adam’s voice was strangled. ‘Not once.’
Robbie frowned. ‘She said she did.’
There was a long silence. Adam was struggling to control his tears. When he managed to speak at last it was in a croak. ‘How was she?’
‘Good. She was looking very pretty.’
‘Pretty?’ Adam picked up on the word sharply.
Robbie nodded. ‘She had a blue dress. And pearls round her neck. And her hair was kind of long and curly. Not like it used to be here.’
Adam bit his lip. The description did not fit the repressed, meek minister’s wife who had been his mother. Perhaps his father was right. She had become a whore.
Miserably he stared at the narrow tumbling glitter of the water in front of him. He said nothing.
‘Are you still planning to be a doctor?’ Robbie threw his own stone at the water, angling it so it skittered over the rocks and disappeared over the edge into the whirling brown pools.
Adam nodded bleakly.
‘Are you going to Aberdeen medical school or Edinburgh next year? Tell your father you want to go to Edinburgh. We could have some wizard fun together. It’s great there, Adam. I’m going to read СКАЧАТЬ