"Feist, Raymond E - The Riftwar Legacy 01 - Krondor- The Betrayal" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

Locklear said, Well, I'm not a student of theology, and my knowledge of
history is sadly lacking, but it seems to me that whatever the cause of
our arrival on this world according to your lore, we're here and we
don't have anywhere else to go. So if your kin, the elves, can make the
best of it, why can't you? "

Gorath studied the young man, but said nothing. Then he stood, moving
with deadly purpose toward Locklear.

Owyn had just tied off the bandage and fell hard as Locklear pushed him
aside while he attempted to rise and draw his sword as Gorath closed on
him.

But rather than attack Locklear, he lunged past the pair of humans,
lashing out above Locklear's head with the chain that held his manacles.
A ringing of steel caused Locklear to flinch aside as

Gorath shouted, 'Assassin in the camp!"Then Gorath kicked hard at Owyn,
shouting, 'Get out from underfoot!"

Owyn didn't know where the assassin came from; one moment there had been
three of them in the small clearing, then the next Gorath was locked in
a life-and-death struggle with another of his kind.

Two figures grappled by the light of the campfire, their features set in
stark relief by the firelight and darkness of the woods. Gorath had
knocked the other moredhel's sword from his hand, and when the second
dark elf attempted to pull a dagger, Gorath slipped behind him, wrapping
his wrist chains around the attacker's throat.

He yanked hard and the attacker's eyes bulged in shock as Gorath said,
'Do not struggle so, Haseth. For old times' sake I will make this quick.
"With a snap of his wrists, he crushed the other dark elf s windpipe,
and the creature went limp.

Gorath let him fall to the ground, saying, 'May the Goddess of

Darkness show you mercy. "

Locklear stood up. 'I thought we had lost them. " 'I knew we had not,
"said Gorath.

Why didn't you say something?'demanded Locklear as he retrieved his
tunic and put it on over the new bandages.

We had to turn and face him some time, "said Gorath, resuming his place.
We could do it now, or in a day or two when you were even weaker from
loss of blood and no food. "Gorath looked into the darkness from which
the assassin had come. 'Had he not been alone, you'd have had only my
body to drag before your prince. " 'You don't get off that easily,