"Feist, Raymond E - The Riftwar Legacy 01 - Krondor- The Betrayal" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)jump to his feet. He had little skill with weapons, having neglected
that portion of his education as a child, but had developed enough skiff with this quarterstaff to defend himself. cwho's there? he demanded. From out of the gloom came a voice, saying, 'Hello, the camp. We're coming in. " Owyn relaxed slightly, as bandits would be unlikely to warn him they were coming. Also, he was obviously not worth attacking, as he looked little more than a ragged beggar these days. Still, it never hurt to be wary. Two figures appeared out of the gloom, one roughly Owyn's height, the other a head taller. Both were covered in heavy cloaks, the smaller of the two limping obviously. The limping man looked over his shoulder, as if being followed, then asked, 'Who are you? " Owyn said, 'Me? Who are you? " The smaller man pulled back his hood and said, 'Locklear, I'm a squire to Prince Arutha. " I know who your father is, "said Locklear. Squatting before the fire, opening his hands to warm them. He glanced up at Owyn. 'You're a long way from home, aren't you? " 'I was visiting my aunt in Yabon, "said the blond youth. 'I'm now on my way horne. " 'Long journey, "said the muffled figure. 'I'll work my way down to Krondor, then see if I can travel with a caravan or someone else to Salador. From there I'll catch a boat to Timons. " Well, we could do worse than stick together until we reach Lamut, " said Locklear, sitting down heavily on the ground. His cloak fen open and Owyn saw blood on the young man's clothing. 'You're hurt, "he said. 'Just a bit, "admitted Locklear. 'What happened? " We were jumped a few miles north of here, "said Locklear. Owyn started rummaging through his travel bag. 'I have something in here for wounds, "he said. 'Strip off your tunic. " Locklear removed his cloak and tunic while Owyn took bandages and powder from his bag. 'My aunt insisted I take this just in case. |
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