"David Eddings. Castle of wizardry enchanters' end game (The Belgariad, Part two)" - читать интересную книгу автора "How considerate," Silk observed sardonically. "Did it ever occur to
you to let us know you were out there?" Hettar shrugged. "We could see that you were all right." He looked critically at their exhausted mounts. "You didn't take very good care of them," he said accusingly. "We were a bit pressed," Durnik apologized. "Did you get the Orb?" the tall man asked Belgarath, glancing hungrily down toward the river where a vast battle had been joined. "It took a bit, but we got it," the old sorcerer replied. "Good." Hettar turned his horse, and his lean face had a fierce look on it. "I'll tell Cho-Hag. Will you excuse me?" Then he stopped as if remembering something. "Oh," he said to Barak, "congratulations, by the way." "For what?" the big man asked, looking puzzled. "The birth of your son." "What?" Barak sounded stunned. "How?" "In the usual way, I'd imagine," Hettar replied. "I mean how did you find out?" "Anheg sent word to us." "When was he born?" "A couple months ago." Hettar looked nervously down at the battle which was raging on both sides of the river and in the middle of the ford as well. "I really have to go," he said. "If I don't hurry, there won't be any Murgos left." And he drove his heels into his horse's flanks and plunged down the hill. Barak was standing with a somewhat foolish grin on his big, redbearded face. "Congratulations, my Lord," Mandorallen said to him, clasping his hand. Barak's grin grew broader. It quickly became obvious that the situation of the encircled Murgos below was hopeless. With his army cut in two by the river, Taur Urgas was unable to mount even an orderly retreat. The forces he had brought across the river were quickly swarmed under by King Cho-Hag's superior numbers, and the few survivors of that short, ugly melиe plunged back into the river, protectively drawn up around the red and black banner of the Murgo king. Even in the ford, however, the Algar warriors pressed him. Some distance upriver Garion could see horsemen plunging into the icy water to be carried down by the current to the shallows of the ford in an effort to cut off escape. Much of the fight in the river was obscured by the sheets of spray kicked up by struggling horses, but the bodies floating downstream testified to the savagery of the clash. Briefly, for no more than a moment, the red and black banner of Taur Urgas was confronted by the burgundyand-white horse-banner of King Cho-Hag, and then the two were swept apart. "That could have been an interesting meeting," Silk noted. "ChoHag and Taur Urgas have hated each other for years." Once the king of the Murgos regained the east bank, he rallied what forces he could, turned, and fled back across the open grassland toward the escarpment with Algar clansmen hotly pursuing him. For the bulk of his |
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