Я, Корвин.
And a big, powerful man regarded me from the next card. He resembled me quite strongly, save that his jaw was heavier. And I knew he was bigger than I, though slower. His strength was a thing out of legend. He wore a dressing gown of blue and gray clasped about the middle with a wide, black belt, and he stood laughing. About his neck, on a heavy cord, there hung a silver bunting horn. He wore a fringe heard and a light mustache. In his right hand he held a goblet of wine. I felt a sudden affection for him. His name then occurred to me. He was Gerard.
Высокий, мощный мужчина смотрел на меня со следующей карты. Очень похож на меня, только подбородок тяжелее, и я знал, что он больше меня, хотя значительно медлительнее. О его силе ходили легенды. Он одет в серо-голубой костюм с широким черным поясом, и он стоял и смеялся. Вокруг его шеи на широкой цепи висел серебряный охотничий рог. Борода была коротко подстрижена, в правой руке кубок с вином. Почувствовав к нему внезапную привязанность, я вспомнил и его имя. Его звали Жерар.
Then came a fiery bearded, flame-crowned man, dressed all in red and orange, mainly of silk stuff, and he held a sword in his right hand and a glass of wine in his left, and the devil himself danced behind his eyes, as blue as Flora's, or Eric's. His chin was slight, but the beard covered it. His sword was inlaid with an elaborate filigree of a golden color. He wore two huge rings on his right hand and one on his left: an emerald, a ruby, and a sapphire, respectively. This, I knew, was Bleys.
За ним последовал мужчина с большой светлой бородой и огненными волосами, разодетый в красные и желтые шелка. В правой руке - меч, в левой - кубок с вином, и сам дьявол плясал в его глазах, таких же голубых, как у Флоры и Эрика. Борода скрывала узкий подбородок. Меч был выложен золотым орнаментом. Он носил два больших кольца на правой руке и одно на левой изумруд, рубин и сапфир. Это, я знал, был Блейз.
Then there was a figure both like Bley's and myself. My features, though smaller, my eyes, Bleys' hair, beardless. He wore a riding suit of green and sat atop a white horse, heading toward the dexter side of the card. There was a quality of both strength and weakness, questing and abandonment about him. I both approved and disapproved, liked and was repelled by, this one. His name was Brand, I knew. As soon as I laid eyes upon him, I knew.
In fact, I realized that I knew thiem all well, remembered them all, with their strengths, their weaknesses, their victories, their defeats.
