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

he was when they dosed upon their ambushers.

As they moved through the woods, they heard the sound of whispers, and
Locklear knew no elves waiting for them would utter a word. Now the
question was were these mere bandits or agents seeking to stop Gorath's
journey.

A grunt from ahead signalled Gorath's first contact with the ambushers.
A shout followed instantly and Locklear and Owyn ran forward.

Four men stood and one was already dying. The other three spread out in
a small clearing between two lines of trees, a perfect position for a
roadside ambush. Locklear felt an odd flicker behind him and something
sped past his eyes, as if an arrow had been fired from behind, but other
than the sensation of motion, there was nothing to be seen.

One of the three remaining ambushers cried out in shock, his hand going
out before him as vacant eyes stared ahead, 'I'm blind!" he shouted in
panic.

Locklear decided it was Owyn's useful magic, and thanked the

Goddess of Luck the boy had that much talent.

Gorath was engaged with one man while Locklear advanced on the other.
Suddenly their garb registered and he said, 'Quegans!"

The men were wearing short tunics and leggings, and cross-gartered
sandals. The man facing Locklear had his head covered with a red
bandanna, and over his shoulder hung a baldric from which a cutlass had
hung. The cutlass was now carving through the air at Locklear's head.

He parried and the blow shot fire through his wounded side.

Putting aside his pain, Locklear riposted and the pirate fell back.

A strangled cry told Locklear the second pirate was down.

The strange missile sensation sped by and the man facing Locklear winced
and held his hand up as if shielding his eyes. Locklear didn't hesitate
and ran the man through.

Gorath killed the last man and suddenly it was quiet again in the woods.

Locklear's side was afire but he didn't feel any additional damage.

He put up his sword and said, 'Damn me. " 'Are you hurt? "asked Owyn.
'No, "answered Locklear. 'Then what is the problem? asked Owyn.

Locklear looked around the clearing. 'These are the problem.