"Feist, Raymond E - The Riftwar Legacy 02 - Krondor- The Assassins" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)25 times? " He shook his head in regret. "Out there it ll be every hand
against us Mockers, Prince s men, or the Crawler s. I ve got a few friends left, but if the blood is running in the sewers, who knows how long I can count on them? " "But everyone else thinks you ve escaped!" objected Limm. "Just me and Jackie knew, 'cause you told us so we could fetch you food. Those notes you sent out, to the Temple, and some of your friends, to that magician you traveled with..." He waved his hand as if trying to recall the name. "Owyn, " Graves supplied. "Owyn, " repeated Limm. "Word spread through the city you d fled to Kesh. I know at least a dozen bashers were sent outside the walls to track you down. Graves nodded. "And an equal number of monks from the Temple, too, I warrant. " He sighed. "That was the plan. Lie low here while they looked for us out there. " Kat, who had remained silent throughout, said, "It was a good plan, Graves. " Limm nodded. Graves said, "I figured another week or ten days, and they d come back, each thinking some other had just missed sight of us, then we d walk down to the docks one night, get on a ship, and sail off to Durbin, just another merchant and his daughter. " "Wife!" said Kat, angrily. Limm grinned. Graves shrugged and spread his hands in a sign of surrender. "Young wife, " he said. She put her arms around his neck and said, "Wife, " softly. Limm said, "Well, you play the parts well enough, but right now getting to the docks is no small order. " He glanced around 26 the cellar. 'What about just going out the door, up there? " He pointed to the ceiling. Graves said, "Sealed off. That s why I built this place as a hideout. The building upstairs is abandoned, roof beams collapsed. The man who owned it died, so it belongs to the Prince for back taxes. Fixing up old buildings is not very high on the Prince s list of things to do, it seems. Limm nodded in approval of the scheme. "Well, how long do you think we should stay? " |
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