"Raymond E. Feist - Kingdom of the Isles 1 - Prince of the Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

other than spoiled, self-indulgent children. Not Princes
of the realm!" His voice rose and his tone turned angry.
"And when we're done with you, you'll be acting the
role of a Crown Prince instead of a spoiled child."

Borric stood crestfallen. "Spoiled child?"

Eriand grinned at his brother's discomfort. "Well,

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that's it, then, isn't it? Borric shall have to mend his
ways, and you and Father will be happy—"

James's wicked grin turned on Eriand. "As will you,
my lovely! For if this child of foolish nature should go
and get his throat cut by the angry husband ofaKeshian
court lady, it's you who'll wear the conDoin crown in
Rillanon someday. And should he not, you'll still be Heir
until the unlikely event of your brother becoming a
father. Even then, you'll most likely end up a duke
somewhere." Letting his voice drop a bit, he said, "So
both of you begin to learn your office."

Borric said, "Yes, I know. First thing tomorrow.
Come, let's get some rest—" Borric looked down and
discovered a restraining hand upon his chest.

"Not so fast," said James. "You haven't finished your
lesson."

"Ah, Uncle Jimmy—" began Eriand.

"You've made your point—" said Borric, anger in his
voice.
"I think not," answered the Baron. "You're still a pair
of rude sods." Turning to the two Sergeants, he said, "If
you please, continue."

Baron James signaled for Locklear to accompany him
as he quickly left the two young Princes readying them-
selves for a professionally administered beating. As the
two nobles left the court, James motioned to Lieutenant
William. "When they've had enough, get them to their
quarters. Let them rest and see they eat, then insure
that they are up and ready to see His Highness by
midafternoon."

William saluted and turned to watch as both Princes
tumbled to the canvas mat again. He shook his head.