"William Forstchen - Magic The Gathering - Arena" - читать интересную книгу автора (Forstchen William R)

“I expect to see it when this is done,” Garth said quietly, and the boy, grinning, nodded.

“If he kills you, can I keep it?”
Garth smiled.

“It’s yours.”

Okmark shrugged his shoulders as if bored with the whole process. The gambler moved to the edge of
the circle and stared at Garth for a moment. The raggedy man stepped up to Garth.

“Name and what House?”

“Garth and no House. I am my own.”

The raggedy man started to laugh.

“One-eyed Garth of no House, no House,” and he danced around the edge of the circle, singsonging the
words.

“Type of fight?” the raggedy man asked, looking at Garth since he was the one who had made the
challenge.

“Single spell and spell as prize, the same as the last fight.”

The ragged man looked over at the Orange fighter, who nodded in agreement.

The gambler, laughing, held his hand up.

“Two to one in favor of Orange, taking only bets in favor of One-eye.”

The crowd did not react.

“All right, four to one then.”

Still there were no takers.

“Ten to one! Ten to one in favor of Orange. I’ll take only bets that this no House, a hanin, will win.”

A shout rose up and the crowd surged around the gambler, placing yet more bets, gambling a copper on
the forlorn hope that Garth would win. Garth waited for the frenzy to die down. Reaching into his
pocket, he pulled out the silver coin.

“On myself,” Garth announced, and he tossed the coin over to the gambler. The crowd started to laugh.

“A real fighter,” the raggedy man chortled, dancing around Garth. “So poor he bets on himself. A real
fighter!”

The crowd laughed and there was another frenzy of betting, for who ever heard of a fighter who was so
poor that he would disgrace himself by betting on the outcome of a fight he was in.