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

rounded a turn in the trail and entered a widening in the road where one
dark elf lay dying in the road as Gorath sped past him.

The other three were not so quickly taken, but rather hurried up into
higher rocks where the horses couldn't follow. Locklear didn't hesitate
and in a move that startled Owyn, the squire jumped up on his saddle and
leaped off the running horse's back, knocking a moredhel from the rock
he was climbing.

On his right Owyn saw another one turn, rapidly stringing his bow, then
reaching in a hip quiver for an arrow. Owyn urged his horse forward, and
swept his staff, striking the bowman below the knee.

The bowman went down, his feet shooting out from under him, and struck
the rocks with the back of his head.

Owyn's mount shied from the sudden motion near his head and suddenly
Owyn found himself falling backwards. 'Ahhhh!"he cried, and then he
struck something softer than the rocks. A stunned 'oof accompanied the
impact, and a groan told him he had landed atop the already injured dark
elf.

As if scorched by the touch of a flame, Owyn turned over and sat up,
scrambling backward. Suddenly he was struck from behind by his horse as
the animal turned and sped down the trail. 'Hey!"Owyn shouted, as if he
could order the animal to stop.

He then realized there was a struggle going on, and the twice-struck
moredhel was attempting to rise. Owyn looked around for a weapon and saw
the fallen archer's bow. Owyn grabbed it, and using it like a club,
struck the moredhel in the head with as much strength as he could
muster. The bow shattered and the warrior's head snapped back. Owyn was
certain he wouldn't rise again.

The young magician turned to see Locklear standing away from a now dead
dark elf, while Gorath likewise stood over a fallen foe. The moredhel
turned and looked in all directions, as if seeking another foe.

After a moment, he put up his sword and said, 'They are alone. " 'How
can you tell? "asked Locklear. 'These are my people, "said Gorath
without apparent bitterness. 'It is unusual for even this many to travel
together this far south of our lands. "He motioned toward a small fire.
'They didn't expect to encounter us. " 'Then what were they doing here?
"asked Locklear.

Waiting for someone? "

Whof asked Owyn.

Gorath looked around in the late-afternoon light as if seeing something