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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 59 из 148I had finally been Meredith, or Merry, to him, butno longer, apparently. I touched his arm. He pulled away from my touch, gently but firmly.
“You give up too easily, my friend,” Frost said.
“There is sky above us, Frost.” Doyle motioned outward with the gun in his hand. “There is forest to walk through.” He raised his face upward, and let the warm rain fall on his closed eyes. “It rains inside the sithen once more.” Doyle opened his eyes and looked at Frost, grabbing his arm, dark against light. “How clear do you need your messages to be, Frost? It seems that Mistral did this.”
“I will not give up my hope, Darkness. I will not lose it, when it is so freshly won. You should not, either.”
“I’ve missed something,” Rhys said.
Doyle shook his head. “You have missed nothing.”
“Now, that’s too close to a lie, and we never lie,” said Rhys.
“I will not discuss this with you, here,” Doyle said. He looked past Rhys to Mistral’s tall figure. It was a small look, but enough to tell me of his jealousy.
“Look to your own power, Darkness,” Abe said.
“Enough,” said Doyle. “We must tell the queen what has happened.”
“Look at your chest, Darkness,” Abe said.
Doyle frowned at him, then looked down. My gaze followed his. It was hard to see against the black of his skin, and in the uncertain light, but…“There are lines on your skin, red lines.” I moved closer, trying to decipher what Abe’s power had drawn on Doyle’s skin.
I started to reach out, to trace the lines on his chest. Doyle moved out of reach. “I cannot bear much more, Princess.”
“Your body is painted with your symbol again,” Abe said. “It is not just Mistral who is returning.”
“But it is he who is returning faerie to itself,” Doyle said. “And I was ready to stand in the way of it, for my heart would not let me lose this fight. But that was before this wonder of the dead gardens come back to life, and my sign of power returning. I have served this court century after century as we lost all that we were. How could I do less than serve the court as we begin to win back what was lost? Either my oath to serve means something, or it never meant anything at all. Either I can do this for the good of our people, or I have never been the Queen’s Darkness. I either do this, or I am nothing, do you not see that?”
Abe went to him, touched his arm. “I hear you, so honorable Darkness, but I tell you that this power is a generous thing. Goddess is a generous Goddess. God is a generous God.
“You give up too easily, my friend,” Frost said.
“There is sky above us, Frost.” Doyle motioned outward with the gun in his hand. “There is forest to walk through.” He raised his face upward, and let the warm rain fall on his closed eyes. “It rains inside the sithen once more.” Doyle opened his eyes and looked at Frost, grabbing his arm, dark against light. “How clear do you need your messages to be, Frost? It seems that Mistral did this.”
“I will not give up my hope, Darkness. I will not lose it, when it is so freshly won. You should not, either.”
“I’ve missed something,” Rhys said.
Doyle shook his head. “You have missed nothing.”
“Now, that’s too close to a lie, and we never lie,” said Rhys.
“I will not discuss this with you, here,” Doyle said. He looked past Rhys to Mistral’s tall figure. It was a small look, but enough to tell me of his jealousy.
“Look to your own power, Darkness,” Abe said.
“Enough,” said Doyle. “We must tell the queen what has happened.”
“Look at your chest, Darkness,” Abe said.
Doyle frowned at him, then looked down. My gaze followed his. It was hard to see against the black of his skin, and in the uncertain light, but…“There are lines on your skin, red lines.” I moved closer, trying to decipher what Abe’s power had drawn on Doyle’s skin.
I started to reach out, to trace the lines on his chest. Doyle moved out of reach. “I cannot bear much more, Princess.”
“Your body is painted with your symbol again,” Abe said. “It is not just Mistral who is returning.”
“But it is he who is returning faerie to itself,” Doyle said. “And I was ready to stand in the way of it, for my heart would not let me lose this fight. But that was before this wonder of the dead gardens come back to life, and my sign of power returning. I have served this court century after century as we lost all that we were. How could I do less than serve the court as we begin to win back what was lost? Either my oath to serve means something, or it never meant anything at all. Either I can do this for the good of our people, or I have never been the Queen’s Darkness. I either do this, or I am nothing, do you not see that?”
Abe went to him, touched his arm. “I hear you, so honorable Darkness, but I tell you that this power is a generous thing. Goddess is a generous Goddess. God is a generous God.