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

moredhel. You don't have my permission to die yet, after the trouble
I've gone through to keep you alive so far, "said Locklear. 'Is he the
last? " 'Almost certainly not, "said the dark elf. 'But he is the last
of this company. Others will come. "He glanced in the opposite
direction. 'And others may already be ahead of us. "

Locklear reached into a small pouch at his side and produced a key.
'Then I think you'd better get those chains off' he said. He unlocked
the wrist irons and Gorath watched them fall to the ground with an
impassive expression. 'Take the assassin's sword. " 'Maybe we should
bury him? "suggested Owyn.

Gorath shook his head. 'That is not our way. His body is but a shell.

Let it feed the scavengers, return to the soil, nourish the plants, and
renew the world. His spirit has begun its journey through darkness, and
with the Goddess of Darkness's pleasure, he may find his way to the
Blessed Isles. "Gorath looked northward, as if seeking sight of
something in the dark. 'He was my kinsman, though one of whom

I was not overly fond. But ties of blood run strong with my people.

For him to hunt me names me outcast and traitor to my race. "He looked
at Locklear. We have common cause, then, human. For if I am to carry out
the mission that brands me anathema to my people,

I must survive. We need to help one another! Gorath took Haseth's sword.
To Owyn he said, 'Don't bury him, but you could pull him out of the way,
human. By morning he's going to become even more unpleasant to have
nearby. "

Owyn looked uncertain about touching a corpse, but said nothing as he
went over, reached down and gripped the dead moredhel by the

wrists. The creature was surprisingly heavy. As Owyn started to drag

Haseth away, Gorath said, 'And see if he dropped his travel bag back
there in the woods before he attacked us, boy. He may have something to
eat in it. "

Owyn nodded, wondering what strange chance had brought him to dragging a
corpse through the dark woods and looting the body.

Morning found a tired trio making their way through the woodlands,
staying within sight of the road, but not chancing walking openly along
it. 'I don't see why we didn't return to Yabon and get some horses, "
complained Owyn.

Locklear said, We have been jumped three times since leaving