"John Dalmas - Yngling 1 - The Yngling" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dalmas John) The sailor had been right. Nils
understood the question, but Danish speech was different. He might indeed have trouble understanding longer speech or making himself clear. At any rate, he would speak slowly. "No, only food," he said. "The ground will have 21 to be my bed, or else I'll run out of money too soon." The innkeeper eyed him narrowly and leaned a stout forearm on the bar top. "You plan to sleep in the open, if I take your meaning." He too spoke slowly now. "In that case, more than your money may disappear; your life's blood also. If you don't know that, then the world is a dangerous place for you." "I have been robbed already today," Nils said. "Are there so many thieves in Denmark?" "There are thieves everywhere, and towns have far more than their share. Are you the barbarian who crushed the chest of Hans fra Sandvig with his bare foot?" "If that was his name." "Well, that's a service worth a free meal and a mug of beer with it," the innkeeper said, and called a waiter. "Dreng, take this man to a when the mug is empty, fill it a second time." Nils leaned over the pie with busy fork. He was aware that someone stood near the table watching him, and his eyes glanced upward occasionally as he ate. The watcher, of middle height, wore his yellow hair cropped close, and unlike the townsmen, carried a short sword at his hip. After a bit the man spoke. "You are a Swede," he said, "the one who killed an armed thief with only your foot." He spoke a hybrid Swedish-Danish, from lips not at home with either, accented with a crisp treatment of the consonants. Nils straightened from his plate. "Yes, I'm from Svealann. And you are no Dane either." 22 "No, I'm a Finn-in our language we say Suo-malainen." "I've heard of the Finn land," Nils said. "Svea fishermen are sometimes driven there by storms. What do you want of me?" "I am traveling alone in the world, and it's healthier not to travel alone. You're traveling too." "I'm used to traveling alone," Nils |
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