"Raymond E. Feist - Conclave of Shadows 2 - King of Foxes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

also transhipped, for Roldem was the trading capital of the Sea of Kingdoms.
Everywhere the young man looked he saw commerce. Men bargaining over the cost
of
goods to be sold in distant markets, others negotiating the price of
offloading
a cargo, or insuring one against pirates or loss at sea. Still others were
agents of trading concerns eagerly watching for any sign that might prove an
advantage to their sponsors, men who sat in coffee houses as far away as
Krondor
or as close as the Traders Exchange, just one street away from where the
young
man now stood. They would dispatch young boys with notes who would run to
those
men who awaited news on arriving cargo, men trying to sense a shift in a
distant
market before buying or selling.
The young man resumed his walk, and avoided a gang of urchins dashing past
with
determined boyish purpose. He forced himself not to pat his purse, for he
knew
it was still where it was supposed to be, but there was always the
possibility
the boys were sent by a gang of pickpockets on the look-out for a fat purse
to
rob. The young man kept his eyes moving, seeking out any potential threat. He
saw only bakers and street vendors, travellers and a pair of guardsmen. It
was
exactly who he would have expected to see in the crowd on Roldem's docks.
Looking down from above, the soaring bird saw in the press of the crowd that
another man moved along a parallel course and at the same pace as the young
noble.
The bird circled and observed the second man, a tall traveller with dark hair
who moved like a predator, easily keeping his eye upon the other man, but
using
passers-by as cover, dodging effortlessly through the crowd, never falling
behind, but never getting close enough to be discovered.
The young noble was fair-skinned, but sun-browned, his blue eyes squinting
against the day's glare. It was late summer in Roldem and the dawn mists and
fog
had fled, burned off by mid-morning to a brilliant sunny sky, made tolerable
by
a light wind off the sea. Trudging up the hill from the harbour, the noble
whistled a nameless tune as he sought out his old quarters, a three-bedroomed
flat above a moneylender's home. He knew he was being followed, for he was as
adept a hunter as any man living.
Talon of the Silver Hawk, last of the Orosini, servant of the Conclave of
Shadows, had returned to Roldem. Here he was Talwin Hawkins—distant cousin to
Lord Seljan Hawkins, Baron of the Prince's Court in Krondor. His title was
Squire of Morgan River and Bellcastle, Baronet of Silverlake—estates
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