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

Lamut stood astride the road south, requiring anyone travelling from

Yabon to Ylith to pass through its gates or endure a long trek to the
east throueh danlyerous foothills.

The foulbourgh of the city sprawled in all directions, while the old
walls of the city stood behind, nearly useless now, given the ease with
which any attacker could mount the buildings next to them and gain the
parapet from their roofs.

It was nearly sundown and all three travellers were tired, footsore, and
hungry. We can present ourselves to Earl Kasumi tomorrow. "

Why not now? "asked Owyn. 'I could use a meal and a bed. "

'Because the garrison is up there, "said Locklear, pointing at a distant
fortress high above the city on a hillside, 'and that would be another
two hours'walk, whereas a cheap inn is but one minute that way. "He
pointed at the gate.

Will your countrymen object to my presence? "asked Gorath. 'They would
if they suspected your nature. If they think you an elf from Elvandar,
they may only stare a little. Come on. We've looted enough gold for a
night of relative comfort, and in the morning we'll visit the Earl and
see if he can get us safely to Krondor. "

They entered the city under the watchful gaze of otherwise boredlooking
soldiers. One of them stood out from his companions, being shorter, and
much more businesslike in his manner. Locklear smiled and nodded at the
guards, but the three travellers didn't stop or speak.

A short distance inside the city gates sat an inn, marked by a wagon
wheel painted bright blue. There, "said Locklear.

They entered the inn, busy, but not crowded, and moved to a table near
the far wall. As they sat a stout young serving woman came, took their
order for food and ale, and left. As they were waiting, Locklear spied a
figure on the other side of the room staring at him.

It took a moment for Locklear to realize the figure wasn't a man, but a
dwarf. The dwarf stood and made his way across the room. He bore a large
scar across his face, cutting through his left eye. He stood before them
and said, 'You don't recognize me, do you, Locky? "

Locklear realized the last time he had seen the dwarf he had not borne
the scar he now sported, but at hearing his name from the dwarfs lips,
he said, 'Dubal! Without the eye-patch, it took me a moment. "

The dwarf moved to sit next to Owyn, across from Gorath. J won this face