"Raymond E. Feist - Kingdom of the Isles 1 - Prince of the Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)20 Prince of the Blood tightly as he brought his own right hand hard up into Borric's stomach. Lieutenant William visibly winced as Borric's breath exploded from his lungs and his eyes crossed as he sank to the floor once more. Eriand began warily moving away from the other fist-boxer, who now was stalking him across the floor. "If it has escaped your notice, your uncle the King has sired only daughters since young Prince Randolph died." Borne waved off the offered hand of Sergeant Palmer and said, "Thanks. I'll get up by myself." As he came to one knee, he said, "I hardly dwell on the fact of our cousin's death, but I'm aware of it." Then as he started to stand, he drove a vicious blow into Sergeant Palmer's stomach. The older, harder fighter stood rock steady, forced himself to take a breath, then smiled in appreciation and said, "That was a good one. Highness." another fist filled his vision and once more he consid- ered the wonderful craftsmanship displayed upon the ceiling. Why hadn't he ever taken the opportunity to notice it before? he mused to himself. Eriand attempted to keep distance between himself and the approaching Sergeant Obregon. Suddenly, the young man was not backing up, but striking out with a flurry of blows. The Sergeant, rather than back away, raised his arms before his face and let the younger man strike his arms and shoulders. "Our uncle's lack of an heir is a fact not unknown to us, Uncle Jimmy," ob- served Eriand as his own arms began to tire while he futilely pounded upon the muscular sergeant. Abruptly, the Sergeant stepped inside Eriand's reach, and drove another blow into the youngster's side. Eriand's face drained of color and his eyes crossed, then unfocused. Seeing the reaction. Sergeant Obregon said, "Pardon, Highness, I'd meant to strike the uninjured side.". Eriand's voice was a bare whisper as he gasped, "How very kind of you." |
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