tanitatik: переводы

→Bree giggled and crossed one of her legs over Robbie's.

→"Okay by me," said Robbie.

→"This looks good," Morgan agreed, nodding.

→"What about here? I asked. "No rocks, a mixture of sun and shade, nice view." The picnic basket was starting to feel heavy-I was ready to sit and eat and lie in the sun.

→Ethan took the plate from her, smiled a greeting at me, and went out.

→"It's our coven leader," Celia said, and took a deep breath. "We think she may be involved with dark magick."

→"Well, I'm sorry, but I no longer work for the council. I could put you in touch with someone, though."

→Celia looked alarmed. "We need…someone to help us. Someone who would recog-nize what might be dark magick. And maybe know what to do about it."

→Oh. Of course. "You need a Seeker?" I asked, and Robin visibly pulled back.

→"Bye, Hunter."

→"Yes, thanks-or I can catch her later. Good-bye, Mrs. Rowlands."

→"I'm sorry, Hunter-Morgan's taken her sister to a friend's house. Can I have her call you?"

→"Hi, Mrs. Rowlands," I said to Morgan's mother. "It's Hunter. Is Morgan there, please?"

→"Good-bye, Kennet."

→"I realize that. But I know this is the right thing for me to do."

→"I can't tell you how disappointing this is to me personally, as it will ne to the rest of the council," he said, the warmth in his voice leading away. He didn't sound angry now so much as regretful and hurt.

→"No, Kennet," I said. "This is my final answer. I can no longer take part in what the council has become." It was very difficult for me, having to say this. In his day, before the council had started to slip out of hand, Kennet really had been an excellent mentor. I had relied on him a great deal during my first months as a Seeker. But things were different now.

→"Gìomanach, as your mentor, I'm asking you to reconsider," he said cajol-ingly. "You are my protégé, the youngest Seeker the council has ever had. Please tell me you'll at least think more about this decision."

→"I'll take my chances." I told Kennet.

→I considered his words. It was true that making enemies was part of being a Seeker. Witches themselves, their friends and families-hardly anyone was glad when a Seeker came to call. But what kind of protection was the council able to provide? The council leaders were at odds with one another, working at cross-purposes. The council kept bungling things, kept making the easiest deci-sion instead of the best one. I shook my head silently. There was no way I could rely on their protection anymore, anyway.