"Chalker, Jack L - DG3 - Vengeance of the Dancing Gods" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chalker Jack L)CHAPTER I
ENCOUNTER ON A LONELY ROAD If a worshipped idol has power, it shall always emanate from the eyes or the navel, except for gotems, in which case see Vol. XCVIH. -- The Book of Rules, XCLV, 194(d) IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES; IT WAS THE WORST OF TIMES. In point of fact, Husaquahr had been blessed now with good government -- as good as it was going to get, any- way -- and peace for several years. In other words, it was pretty damned dull in Husa- quahr. Oh, there were the usual quotient of crimes, magic spells, occasional irritating geases, and a number of black- art wizards and witches lurking about, and the general population was oppressed by a ruling class of one sort or another as usual, but it was minor, petty stuff. There'd be no great new warrior kings to fear and celebrate in tles, the tales of which would thrill the newer generations for centuries, no epic quests or bold adventures that would make this a time to look back on. Since the defeat and subsequent exile of the Dark Baron and the dispersement of his armies, even those who were most evil in Husa- quahr seemed willing to compromise with the good and just have a comfortable old time. The rider on the black horse was almost invisible in the dusk, wearing as he was a tight black body stocking, 2 VENGEANCE OF THE DANCING GODS black belt, and worn riding boots. He was a small man, both short and slight, and wore only a small dagger for his defense. He looked elfin, although he was of totally human blood, and somewhat boyish; yet any who looked into his cold, penetrating eyes knew both fear and respect. They were dark eyes, as black as his garb, and they were very old eyes as well. They said to one and all that this was a dangerous man and not ever to be taken lightly. It had been seven years since he'd stood with the greats and fought with the best of this world the forces of evil |
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