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Страница: 19 из 212And this is Andris's doing, you say?"
"He prepared a battle strategy to rid the swamp of undead, and he presented it as his fifth-form thesis. I'm surprised you hadn't heard."
"Hmmm." The wizard considered this, his wrinkled face deeply troubled.
"The Jordaini College is less forthcoming with information than its reputation suggests," Matteo continued. "I have seen with my own eyes evidence that many elves once lived in Akhlaur's swamp. Why were we not taught this?"
Vishna spread his hands, palms up. "Such things are difficult to study. Where elves are concerned, there is always more legend than fact. You might as well to try to fathom the truth of the Cabal!"
His tone was light and teasing, as if he named the ultimate example of futility, but Matteo was in no mood to be humored or indulged. He folded his arms and returned the wizard's smile with a level gaze.
"Perhaps both studies have merit."
Vishna's smile faltered, and his eyes took on a shuttered expression.
"You do not agree," Matteo persisted.
"No. The elves are gone, but for a few here and there. That is the way of nature. Before their time, dragons ruled. Their numbers are greatly diminished, yet they would not take it kindly if you attempted to harvest their eggs with the purpose of tending them until they hatched. Likewise, the elves would not thank you for interfering in their lives, and they would not welcome you if you tried to inquire into their history."
"What of the Cabal? I've heard of it all my life, but we never learned anything about it"
"With good reason. The Cabal is a particular kind of legend," Vishna said slowly. "The sort that take shape over time, fashioned from whispers repeated so often that they begin to seem true."
"Some say it is a deeply hidden conspiracy."
Vishna snorted. "Conspiracies are useful things. They distract shallow, lazy minds from the labor of true thought. Such people see dire warnings as proof of wisdom. We've both met Halruaans who would regard a cheerful sage as a blasphemer, or at best, a charlatan."
"As the saying goes, never confuse a sour disposition with deep thought."
"Just so, lad." The wizard looked relieved by this return to familiar ground. "So when are you off on the queen's business?"
"Tomorrow morning, at first light," Matteo said. "I will ride with Andris to Azuth's temple."
The old wizard gave him a quizzical look. "But Andris has left already."
"What?"
His sharp tone startled Vishna. "It's true," he asserted, as if Matteo had challenged his veracity. "The headmaster's window commands a clear view of the back kitchen gate.
"He prepared a battle strategy to rid the swamp of undead, and he presented it as his fifth-form thesis. I'm surprised you hadn't heard."
"Hmmm." The wizard considered this, his wrinkled face deeply troubled.
"The Jordaini College is less forthcoming with information than its reputation suggests," Matteo continued. "I have seen with my own eyes evidence that many elves once lived in Akhlaur's swamp. Why were we not taught this?"
Vishna spread his hands, palms up. "Such things are difficult to study. Where elves are concerned, there is always more legend than fact. You might as well to try to fathom the truth of the Cabal!"
His tone was light and teasing, as if he named the ultimate example of futility, but Matteo was in no mood to be humored or indulged. He folded his arms and returned the wizard's smile with a level gaze.
"Perhaps both studies have merit."
Vishna's smile faltered, and his eyes took on a shuttered expression.
"You do not agree," Matteo persisted.
"No. The elves are gone, but for a few here and there. That is the way of nature. Before their time, dragons ruled. Their numbers are greatly diminished, yet they would not take it kindly if you attempted to harvest their eggs with the purpose of tending them until they hatched. Likewise, the elves would not thank you for interfering in their lives, and they would not welcome you if you tried to inquire into their history."
"What of the Cabal? I've heard of it all my life, but we never learned anything about it"
"With good reason. The Cabal is a particular kind of legend," Vishna said slowly. "The sort that take shape over time, fashioned from whispers repeated so often that they begin to seem true."
"Some say it is a deeply hidden conspiracy."
Vishna snorted. "Conspiracies are useful things. They distract shallow, lazy minds from the labor of true thought. Such people see dire warnings as proof of wisdom. We've both met Halruaans who would regard a cheerful sage as a blasphemer, or at best, a charlatan."
"As the saying goes, never confuse a sour disposition with deep thought."
"Just so, lad." The wizard looked relieved by this return to familiar ground. "So when are you off on the queen's business?"
"Tomorrow morning, at first light," Matteo said. "I will ride with Andris to Azuth's temple."
The old wizard gave him a quizzical look. "But Andris has left already."
"What?"
His sharp tone startled Vishna. "It's true," he asserted, as if Matteo had challenged his veracity. "The headmaster's window commands a clear view of the back kitchen gate.