"04.Prince of the Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

Highness, I'd meant to strike the uninjured side.".

Eriand's voice was a bare whisper as he gasped, "How
very kind of you."

Borric shook his head to clear his thoughts, then
quickly rolled backwards and came to his feet, ready to

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fight. "So then, there's a point to this iteration on our
family's lack of a Royal Prince?"

"Actually, so," agreed James. "With no male issue, the
Prince of Krondor still is Heir."

Eriand's voice returned in a strangled gasp. "The
Prince of Krondor is always Royal Heir."

"And your father is Prince of Krondor," interjected
Locklear.

With a clever feint with his left, Borric drove his right
into the jaw of Sergeant Palmer and momentarily stag-
gered the older man. Another blow to the body and the
boxer was retreating. Borric grew confident and
stepped in to deliver a finishing blow, and abruptly the
world turned upside down.

Borric's vision turned yellow then red for a long
while, and while he hung in space, the floor came up to
strike him in the back of the head. Then blackness
crowded in at the edge of his vision and he saw a ring of
faces looking down a deep well at him. They seemed
friendly faces, and he thought he might know who they
were, but he didn't feel any need to worry on it, as he
was so very comfortable sinking into the cool, dark of
the well. Staring past the faces, he absently wondered if
any of them might know who the artists of the frescos
above might be.

As his eyes rolled up into his head, William poured a
small bucket of water on Borric's face. The elder twin
came back to consciousness sputtering and spitting wa-
ter.

Baron James was upon one knee and helped the
Prince sit upright. "Are you still with me?"

Borric shook his head and his eyes focused. "I think