Talking to Dragons - Wrede Patricia Collins (онлайн книги бесплатно полные .TXT) 📗

You can't just ignore things like that, especially in the Enchanted Forest. On the other hand…

I stopped, staring at a thick, prickly hedge. It was taller than my head and impossible to see through, much less to shove through. The crying was coming from the other side.

I bent over. The bushes were much too close together for me to crawl through them. I could make out sunlight and long red hair and a brown tunic on the other side, but not much else. I stood up and walked to one side, looking for a thin spot in the hedge. It wasn't long before I realized I was going in a circle. Terrific, I thought. I bet it goes all the way around without breaking. I kept walking anyway, just in case.

It didn't take long to make the full circle. I bent over and peered through the bushes again. Suz might be able to get through, but I never would. I stood up and tapped lightly on the outside of the bushes.

"Excuse me, please, but would you mind letting me through?" I asked as politely as I could.

The bushes rustled and pulled apart. I stared at them for a minute. I hadn't really thought it would work. The bushes rustled again.

Somehow they managed to sound impatient.

"Ah, thank you very much," I said, and stepped through.

The hedge closed behind me with a prim swish, and I looked around.

Inside the hedge was a circular clearing full of sunlight and the feel of magic.

A red-haired girl in a brown tunic was lying at one side of the clearing. She sat up as I came in; her face was tearstained.

"Who are you?" she demanded fiercely, as soon as she saw me. "And what do you want?" She looked about my age, but I never have been very good at guessing how old people are, especially people who aren't in disguise or enchanted.

"My name is Daystar," I said. "I heard you, um, crying, and I wanted to see if I could do anything."

She looked at me suspiciously. "You just walked through that hedge? Ha! I've been trying to get out of here all day. It's not that easy. I bet you're a wizard." I noticed some scratches on her arms and some fuzzy places in the tunic where it might have caught on branches or trees.

"I'm not a wizard. Maybe it's easier to get in than it is to get out," I offered.

The red-haired girl sat back. "That could be true," she said a little less belligerently. She eyed me skeptically, and I tried to look trustworthy.

"Well, you don't look like a wizard," she said at last. "Can you get out again?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Well, try!" she said. "No, wait. I'll stand next to you so I can get out, too. Then we'll both be rescued." She jumped to her feet.

"What are you waiting for?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't really think I need to be rescued," I said. "I was looking for a place to spend the night and this seems pretty safe.

I'm not sure I want to leave just yet. Besides, I don't know anything about you.

Maybe I don't want to rescue you."

"Oh, rats." The redhead sat down again. "I thought you might be a hero. You can talk them into anything. Stupid creatures."

"Who are you?" I asked. "And why are you worried about wizards?"

"I suppose it won't matter if I tell you," she said after thinking for a minute. "They're chasing me. My name's Shiara," she added.

"Wizards are chasing you? More than one?" I was impressed. Wizards usually don't cooperate much, even the ones who belong to the Society of Wizards. At least, that's what Mother always told me. "What did you do?"

Shiara hesitated, then threw her hair back over her shoulder with a toss of her head. "I," she said defiantly, "am a fire-witch."

You're a fire-witch?" Well, she had the red hair for it, but that doesn't always mean someone is a fire-witch.

She must have heard the doubt in my voice, because she scowled at me.

"I am a fire-witch! I am!"

"I didn't say you weren't," I said hastily. That only seemed to make it worse.

"You don't believe me! But I am so a fire-witch[ I am! I am!" By the time she finished, she was shouting. She glared at me, and her hair burst into flame.

That settled it. "I believe you, I believe you," I said. "Uh, shouldn't you do something about your hair?"

Shiara burst into tears and her hair went out.

I stood there feeling silly and useless. Finally I remembered my handkerchief.

Mother made me carry one all the time, even to chop wood, so I actually had it with me. I pulled it out and offered it to her.

After a couple of sniffs, she took it and mopped her face, but she didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry," I said finally. "I didn't mean to make you mad."

"Well, you did," she snapped. She crumpled the handkerchief into a little ball and threw it at me.

I caught it and stuffed it back into my pocket. "I said I was sorry."

"I can't help having a temper," Shiara said crossly. "All fire-witches do."

"Really? I've never met one before. I've met heroes and princes, but no fire-witches. Does your hair always do that when you get mad?"

"No," she said. She looked Like she was going to cry again.

"Why are the wizards chasing you?" I asked hastily, hoping it was a safer topic.

"I burned the Head Wizard's staff," Shiara said matter-of-factly.

My jaw dropped about a foot. A wizard's staff is the source of his power, and furthermore, most wizards store spells in them. Sort of an emergency reserve. A lot of the staffs get passed down from one wizard to the next, accumulating magic as they go. They're practically indestructible.

Sometimes they get lost or stolen and then found in the nick of time under peculiar circumstances, but I'd never heard of one being destroyed before.

And the Head Wizard's staff…

"You burned a wizard's staff?" I managed finally.

"You bet." Shiara's eyes glinted at the memory. "He deserved it, too.

But the rest of them got mad. So I ran away while they were arguing about what to do with me."

"And you came to the Enchanted Forest? On purpose? Isn't that a little extreme? I mean, you could get, well, enchanted. Or killed or something.

This place is dangerous."

"Having the whole Society of Wizards mad at you isn't exactly safe," she snapped.

I thought about it. She was right. "Why did you burn the Head Wizard's staff?" I asked after a minute.

"I didn't like him," Shiara said shortly. I got the distinct impression she didn't want to talk about it, so I decided to change the subject again. Besides, my feet hurt.

"Would you mind if I sat down?" I asked. "I've been doing a lot of walking today."

"Go ahead."

I moved the sword out of the way and sat down. This time I didn't fall over the sheath; I was starting to get the hang of it.

Shiara saw the weapon and frowned. "Are you sure you're not a hero or an apprentice hero or something?"

"I don't think I am," I said cautiously. "I'm not really sure."

"You're not sure? Don't you know who you are?"

I blinked. I'd never really thought about it that way. "I know who I am, "I said. "I just don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. Except finding out what I'm supposed to be doing."

Shiara stared at me. "I don't believe it. Nobody comes to the Enchanted Forest without some kind of reason."

"What's yours, then? Besides running away from wizards." I was getting a little tired of people and animals and things not believing me.

"None of your business!" Shiara glared at me again. Then she jumped up and glared down at me. "I want to leave," she announced. "Right now."

"All right," I said. "But I thought you couldn't get through the hedge."

Shiara stamped her foot, and a little flame flared up from it. "I can't! Open it for me! Right now!" She was really mad, but at least this time her hair wasn't burning. I was glad. Watching someone glare at you with her hair on fire is a little unnerving.