"Brooks, Terry - Heritage 01 - The Scions of Shannara" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brooks Terry)

The men in black were Seekers.

Par's voice faltered and the images shimmered and lost their
hold. Men began to grumble and look about. cole stopped his
narration. There was movement everywhere. There was some-
one in the darkness behind them. There was someone all about.

cole edged closer protectively.

Then the lights rose again, and a wedge of the black-garbed
Seekers pushed forward from the front door. There were shouts
and groans of protest, but the men making them were quick to
move out of the way. The owner of the Blue Whisker tried to
intervene, but was shoved aside.

The wedge of men came to a stop directly in front of the
platform. Another group blocked the exits. They wore black
from head to toe, their faces covered above their mouths, their
wolf-head insignia gleaming. They were armed with short
swords, daggers, and truncheons, and their weapons were held
ready. They were a mixed bunch, big and small, stiff and bent,

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but there was a feral look to all of them, as much in the way
they held themselves as in their eyes.

Their leader was a huge, rangy man with tremendously long
arms and a powerful frame. There was a craggy cast to his face
where the mask ended, and a half-beard of coarse reddish hair
covered his chin. His left arm was gloved to the elbow.

"Your names?'' he asked. His voice was soft, almost a whis-
per.

Par hesitated. "What is it that we have done?"

"Is your name Ohmsford?" The speaker was studying him
intently.

Par nodded. "Yes. But we haven't..."

"You are under arrest for violating Federation Supreme
Law," the soft voice announced. There was a grumbling
sound from the patrons. "You have used magic in defiance
of. . ."

"They was just telling stories!" a man called out from a few
feet away.. One of the Seekers lashed out swiftly with his trun-