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Название книги: The sword and the flame
Автор(ы): Stephen Lawhead
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-sword-and-the-flame-192482.html
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THE HUNCHED figure toiled up the winding trail leaning heavily upon his long crooked staff, stopping frequently to rest and to look down upon the placid lowlands, gazing toward the west in the direction of Askelon. He was an old man of years beyond counting, dressed in the robes and cowl of a priest. The hood threw a dark shadow across his features, and though the day was hot and the sun bright, he did not uncover his head but went on his way wrapped head to toe. Seen from a distance he might have been a black beetle scrabbling up a hillock bearing the weight of his burdensome shell.When he reached the summit of the plateau he sat down on a rock beneath an ancient wind-worn tree that threw its sparse, gnarled branches over the road. Many a pilgrim had sat there upon that rock to offer up a prayer to the gods for a fortuitous oracle.But this traveler was no pilgrim and offered no prayers.Instead, he sat and with narrowed eyes gazed out over the countryside. The air sang with bird-song and s
Название книги: The sword and the flame
Автор(ы): Stephen Lawhead
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-sword-and-the-flame-192482.html
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THE HUNCHED figure toiled up the winding trail leaning heavily upon his long crooked staff, stopping frequently to rest and to look down upon the placid lowlands, gazing toward the west in the direction of Askelon. He was an old man of years beyond counting, dressed in the robes and cowl of a priest. The hood threw a dark shadow across his features, and though the day was hot and the sun bright, he did not uncover his head but went on his way wrapped head to toe. Seen from a distance he might have been a black beetle scrabbling up a hillock bearing the weight of his burdensome shell.When he reached the summit of the plateau he sat down on a rock beneath an ancient wind-worn tree that threw its sparse, gnarled branches over the road. Many a pilgrim had sat there upon that rock to offer up a prayer to the gods for a fortuitous oracle.But this traveler was no pilgrim and offered no prayers.Instead, he sat and with narrowed eyes gazed out over the countryside. The air sang with bird-song and s
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