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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 139 из 148What would their king, Taranis, think of its return? He’d probably try to take credit for it,claim it as proof of his power.
In the midst of the return of so much that was lost, other things much more precious were returned to me. Galen’s voice shouting my name turned me in Doyle’s arms. He was running across the snowy field with flowers following in his wake, as if wherever he stepped, spring returned. All the rest who had vanished into the dead gardens were with him. Nicca appeared with a following of the winged demifey. Amatheon was there with the tattoo of a plow gleaming like neon blood on his chest. I saw Hawthorne, his dark hair starred with living blossoms. Adair’s hair burned around him like a halo of fire, so bright it obscured his face as he moved. Aisling walked in a cloud of singing birds. He was nude, except for a piece of black gauze that he’d wrapped around his face.
Onilwyn was the only one who did not come. I thought the garden had kept him, until I heard another voice shrieking my name in the distance. Then I heard Onilwyn’s frantic cry: “No, my lord, no!”
“It cannot be,” I whispered, looking up at Doyle, watching fear cross his face, too.
“It is he,” Nicca said.
Galen wrapped himself around me as if I were the last solid thing in the world. Doyle moved so he could embrace me as well. “It’s my fault,” Galen whispered, “I didn’t mean to do it.”
Aisling spoke, and the flock of birds sang as if they were moved to joy by the sound of his voice. “We reemerged in the Hallway of Mortality.”
“Major magic doesn’t work there; that’s why we’re all so helpless to stop the torture,” Rhys said.
“We came out of the walls and floors — and trees and flowers, and shining marble came with us,” Aisling said. “The hallway is forever changed.”
Galen started to shake, and I held him as hard as I could. “I was buried alive,” he said. “I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t need to breathe, but my body kept trying to do it. I came up through the floor screaming.” He collapsed to his knees while I fought to hold him.
“The queen was walling up Nerys’s clan alive,” Amatheon said. “Galen did not take well to that after his time in the earth.”
Galen shook as if he were having a fit, as if every muscle were fighting itself, as if he were cold, though fevered. It was too much power and too much fear.
Adair’s glow had dimmed enough so that I could see his eyes. “Galen said ‘No prisoners, no walls.’ The walls melted away, and flowers sprang up in the cells. He hadn’t understood how much power he had gained.
In the midst of the return of so much that was lost, other things much more precious were returned to me. Galen’s voice shouting my name turned me in Doyle’s arms. He was running across the snowy field with flowers following in his wake, as if wherever he stepped, spring returned. All the rest who had vanished into the dead gardens were with him. Nicca appeared with a following of the winged demifey. Amatheon was there with the tattoo of a plow gleaming like neon blood on his chest. I saw Hawthorne, his dark hair starred with living blossoms. Adair’s hair burned around him like a halo of fire, so bright it obscured his face as he moved. Aisling walked in a cloud of singing birds. He was nude, except for a piece of black gauze that he’d wrapped around his face.
Onilwyn was the only one who did not come. I thought the garden had kept him, until I heard another voice shrieking my name in the distance. Then I heard Onilwyn’s frantic cry: “No, my lord, no!”
“It cannot be,” I whispered, looking up at Doyle, watching fear cross his face, too.
“It is he,” Nicca said.
Galen wrapped himself around me as if I were the last solid thing in the world. Doyle moved so he could embrace me as well. “It’s my fault,” Galen whispered, “I didn’t mean to do it.”
Aisling spoke, and the flock of birds sang as if they were moved to joy by the sound of his voice. “We reemerged in the Hallway of Mortality.”
“Major magic doesn’t work there; that’s why we’re all so helpless to stop the torture,” Rhys said.
“We came out of the walls and floors — and trees and flowers, and shining marble came with us,” Aisling said. “The hallway is forever changed.”
Galen started to shake, and I held him as hard as I could. “I was buried alive,” he said. “I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t need to breathe, but my body kept trying to do it. I came up through the floor screaming.” He collapsed to his knees while I fought to hold him.
“The queen was walling up Nerys’s clan alive,” Amatheon said. “Galen did not take well to that after his time in the earth.”
Galen shook as if he were having a fit, as if every muscle were fighting itself, as if he were cold, though fevered. It was too much power and too much fear.
Adair’s glow had dimmed enough so that I could see his eyes. “Galen said ‘No prisoners, no walls.’ The walls melted away, and flowers sprang up in the cells. He hadn’t understood how much power he had gained.