"05.The King's Buccaneer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

thing to say.

Pug seemed to sense his discomfort, so he said, "What do I owe the pleasure of this visit to, Nicholas? I was rather pointed in my request to your rather that I be left undisturbed here."

Nicholas blushed. "I really don't know, Pug. Father said Nakor insisted, and for some reason Father felt compelled to honor his request, I'm on my way to Martin's court at Crydee, to squire there for a while and ... I guess get hardened on the frontier."

Pug smiled, and again Nicholas felt calmed by the smile. "Well, it's rough compared to Krondor, but Crydee is hardly the frontier. The town is twice the size it was when I was a boy, I have been told. And the Jonril garrison is now a major town. There's a growing duchy out there. I think you'll like it."

Nicholas smiled and said, "I hope so," without a great deal of conviction. He attempted to keep his expression even, but for the last couple of days he had been visited by an unexpected homesickness. The novelty of the journey had worn off, and now the tedious voyage, with nothing to do but sit in his cabin or pace the deck, was taking its toll.

"How are things at your father's court?" asked Pug.

Nicholas said, "Quiet. And busy. The usual. No wars or plagues or other crisis, if that's what you mean." Looking at Pug's face, he saw a questioning look. Nodding, Nicholas said, "Your son is now Knight-Marshal of Krondor."

Pug nodded, his expression thoughtful. "William and 1 had a felling out over his choice to be a soldier. He has some strange and powerful gifts."

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Nicholas said, "Father told me something about it, but I'm not sure I understand."

Pug's smile returned. "I'm not sure I do, either, Nicholas. For all my skills, being a father—at least with William—may have been a little beyond me. I insisted he study at Stardock and he would have none of it." Pug shook his head and his expression turned rueful. "I was very demanding, and he left without my leave. Arutha gave him a commission because of his being a cousin. I'm glad to see he's made something of himself."

"You should go see him," Nicholas said.

Pug smiled again. "Perhaps."

Nicholas said, "I wanted to ask you something. Everyone calls William 'Cousin Willie,' and I've heard you also referred to as a cousin. But I know my grandfather Borric had only three sons and no nephews . . . ?" He shrugged.

Pug said, "I did your grandfather some service when I was part of his household. I was an orphan boy, and when he thought me lost, he added my name to the family archives in Rillanon. As I was not formally adopted as his son, the King couldn't refer to me as a brother, so 'cousin' seemed appropriate. I^don't speak of such things—no one here is concerned over matters of patents and titles—but I am considered a prince of one sort or another in the Kingdom."

Nicholas grinned. "Well, Highness, the other news is that your daughter has given birth to her third child."

Pug's smile broadened. "A boy?"

Nicholas said, "At last. Uncle Jimmy loves his two girls, but he really wanted a son this time."

Pug said, "I've not seen them since their wedding. Perhaps I am overdue at Rillanon for a family visit, if only to see my grandchildren." He looked at Nicholas with a friendly expression. "I'll think about a visit to your father's court on the way, and perhaps a stubborn father and his equally stubborn son can find something to say to each other."

Nakor and Ghuda appeared at the entrance to the garden, the fighter wearing a finely bordered shirt of silk and balloon trousers tucked into his battered old boots. His bastard-sword had been left in his room, but his dirks were prominently evident. The little gambler wore a short robe of bright orange, which looked garish to Nicholas, but which seemed to delight

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him. He hurried forward and bowed to Pug. "Thank you for the fine robe."

He caught sight of Ryana, and his eyes widened as his mouth opened in an O of amazement. He quickly spoke a few phrases in a language unknown to Nicholas. The woman's green eyes widened, and she regarded Pug with an expression that Nicholas could only call alarm. Something the little man said had frightened her badly.

Pug held up one finger to his lips in the gesture for silence, and Nakor glanced at Ghuda and Nicholas. With an embarrassed laugh, he said, "Sorry."