"Brotherhood Of The Sword - 01 - Master Of Desire" - читать интересную книгу автора (MacGregor Kinley)

Henry looked to Draven and sighed. "We do not understand how this conflict started. Draven, you say he attacked you, and Hugh, you say he attacked you, and neither of you claims to have instigated the matter. This reminds us of two ill-bred children fighting over a toy while they both scream injustice. We particularly expect better from you, Draven."



Draven did his best not to show the anger coiling through him. He had served Henry faithfully for more than half his life. Even so, he was no man's fool or pawn, and he answered to no one save himself. Henry had long ago learned that fact, and it was what made Draven such a valuable ally to him. Their alliance had been forged in battle and in blood.



His rage simmering, Draven dared to meet the king's gaze as an equal. "As you well know, my liege, I do not cower, nor will I bow down before this man as he attacks my peasants and raids my fields. If Hugh wants a war, then by God, I am definitely the one to deliver it to him."



Henry looked upward as if seeking the holy saints to aid him. "We grow weary of our lords battling amongst themselves. We realize the years under Stephen were lax, but those days are gone. 'Tis I, Henry, who rules this land, and we shall have peace in it." He looked straight at Draven. "Do you understand?"



"Aye, my liege."



Henry's look then turned to Hugh, whose gaze still examined the floor at his feet. "And you?"



"Aye, sire."



Henry's stern features relaxed a degree. "'Tis good then. But since we know better than to trust two mice left afield while the cat is occupied elsewhere, we must set this deal in a more permanent fashion."



A sick feeling of dread settled in Draven's gullet. He knew Henry well enough to realize this would not be to his liking.



Henry continued, "Since neither of you seems wont to admit who attacked first, we shall implore the wisdom of Solomon. If you both have possession of something the other cherishes, then mayhap you'll think twice before committing any further hostilities."



"Majesty?" Hugh asked, his voice carrying the weight of his own trepidation.



Henry stroked his auburn beard. "You have a daughter, do you not, Hugh?"



"Aye, sire, I have three still living."