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

good seeing you again, squire, even in such company as this, "he said,
indicating Gorath. 'Good fortune follow you. " 'And you, Dubal. "

Locklear finished eating and rose to approach the innkeeper.

The innkeeper wore a Kingdom-style tunic and trousers, the latter tucked
into high-top calfskin boots. But he wore a fur-lined, woven-wool heavy
cloak, though it was thrown back, as if even in this warm inn it was too
cold for his liking. 'Sir? "asked the innkeeper, his heavy accent making
the word sound odd to Locklear. 'Honours to your house, "said Locklear
in Tsurani.

The man smiled and said something in return. Locklear smiled and
shrugged. 'Sorry, that was all the Tsurani I know. "

The man's smile broadened. 'More than most, "he said. 'You're not from
Lamut, "he observed. 'True. I learned a little of your native tongue at
Sethanon. " 'Ah, "said the innkeeper, nodding in understanding. Few who
were at Sethanon spoke of what had occurred there, mostly because few
understood it. At the height of the battle a great upheaval had driven
both armies, invaders and defenders, fleeing from the city. A green
light from the heavens and the appearance of something in the sky,
followed by the destruction of the centre of the city, had rendered most
men stunned, and a few deaf, after the battle. No one was certain what
had happened, though most conceded a great magic had been unleashed.
Most speculated the magician Pug, a friend of the

Prince, had a hand in it, but no one seemed to know for certain.

Locklear had missed most of the end of the battle, being hidden in a
cellar in the city, but he had heard enough accounts from other
eyewitnesses to have formed a pretty clear picture in his own mind.

And there was a special bond among those who had survived the

Battle of Sethanon, irrespective of their place of birth, for it had
been Tsurani, Kingdom, and even Keshian soldiers, who had driven the
moredhel and their goblin allies back into the Northlands. 'What I
said,'explained the innkeeper, 'was "Honour to your houses, and be
welcome to the Blue Wheel Inn"." 'Blue Wheel? That's one of your Tsurani
political parties, isn't it? "

The innkeeper's broad face split into a smile, revealing even white
teeth. His dark eyes seemed to glint in the lanternlight. 'You do

knoxv of us!"He extended his hand, Kingdom fashion, and said, 'I am
Sumani. If there is anything that my servants or I may do, you need only
ask. "

Locklear shook the innkeeper's hand and said, 'A room for the night