"Feist, Raymond E - The Riftwar Legacy 01 - Krondor- The Betrayal" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)we win credit with Prince Arutha, for I am certain he wishes to be a
gracious host to the visiting magicians from Kelewan. " 'And if we don't? "asked Owyn as they rode toward the woods. 'Then I still have to come up with a compelling reason why I left Tyr-Sog without his leave and returned with only this moredhel and an unlikely story. " Owyn sighed aloud. Well, you think of one to tell my father when I get back home and I'll try to come up with something to tell the Prince. " Gorath chuckled at this. Owyn and Locklear exchanged glances. Locklear shook his head in the evening gloom. He had never considered the dark elves might have a sense of humour. The wind was cold in the passes, for as winter was coming, in the elevations above them snow already clung tenaciously to the rocks and ice lurked in depressions in the road, making the footing dangerous. tightly around them. Gorath kept his hood up, but rode without apparent discomfort. 'How much longer? "asked Owyn, his teeth chattering. 'A half-hour less than the last time you asked, "said Locklear. 'Squire,'said Owyn. 'I'm freezing. " Locklear said, 'Really. How unusual. " Gorath held up his hand. 'Quiet, "he said softly, with just enough authority and volume to carry to his companions, but no farther. He pointed up ahead. 'In the rocks, "he whispered. Whatfasked Locklear in hushed tones. Gorath only pointed. He held up four fingers. 'Maybe theyre bandits, "whispered Owyn. 'Theyre speaking my tongue, "said Gorath. Locklear sighed. 'Theyre covering all the roads, then. " 'How do we proceed? "asked Owyn. Pulling his sword, Gorath said, We kill them.'He spurred his horse forward, with Locklear hesitating only an instant before following. Owyn reached up and quickly pulled out his staff, tucking it under his arm like a lance, then urging his horse forward. He heard a shout as he |
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