"03 - Shadowlight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jefferies Mike)age had spread across his face. Quickly he looked from left to
right at the dark shapes of his warriors in the battle crescent. 'If you take the Nighthorses it will weaken us and strip the city folk of their protection.' 'But, Lord,' urged Errant, 'the Nighthorses were gathered from the dark side of the morning to fight in all the wild places on this mountain. They are fleet of foot and could outrun the Nightbeasts and seal the Gates of Fight against them.' 'The smell of battle is in their nostrils, my Lord,' cried a strong deep voice from the first rank of Marchers. 'Thunders/one!' called out the King, bending in the saddle to search along the crescent. Thunderstone laughed and stepped forward quickly, the horsetail sword resting easily across his shoulder. 'The smell of Nightbeasts makes them fretful on the bridle.' 'Would you send them, Keeper of World's End? Would you break my battle crescent?' Thunderstone knelt, offering up the hilt of the horsetail sword, saying, 'Lord, the Nighthorses of Underfall will not fail 'Time runs before us, great Lord,' interrupted Errant, pointing with his sword at the retreating Nightbeasts. King Holbian looked quickly from the foul black shadows to the rising sun, his knuckles tightening against the reins. 'It is decided! I pledge you, Errant, Captain of Gallopers, to seal the Gates of Night and bring victory to all Elundium!' 'The pounding of hoofbeats will be music to our ears,' 11 shouted Breakmaster above the rising clamour as the Nighthorses surged forwards, rearing and plunging in excitement. 'No!' thundered a voice from the eaves of Mantern's Forest where it bordered the dark side of the Causeway Field. The Nighthorses skidded to a halt, milling in confusion at the flickers of white light that flashed and sparkled across their path. Beacon Light neighed and reared up, making the King snatch at the bridle to keep his balance. |
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