Аннотация
Lois McMaster Bujold
THE SPIRIT RING
Chapter One
Fiametta turned the lump of warm reddish clay in her hand. "Do you think it's done yet, Papa?" she asked anxiously. "Can I break it open now?"
Her father closed his hand over hers, testing the heat. "Not yet. Set it down, it won't cool the faster for being juggled."
She signed impatiently, and laid the clay ball back down on the workbench in the patch of morning sunlight falling through the window's iron grille. Can't you put a cooling spell on it?"
He chuckled. "I'll put a cooling spell on you, girl. You have too much of the element of fire in you. Even your mother used to say so." Reflexively, Master Beneforte crossed himself and bowed his head, when naming the dead. The laugh faded a little in his eyes. "Don't burn so fast. It's the banked coals that last the night."
"But you stumble in their dark," Fiametta parried.
"What burns fast, burns bright." She leaned her elbows on the bench ...
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