"doyle, deborah - mcdonald, james d - circle of magic 02 - The Secret of The Tower" - читать интересную книгу автора (Doyle Debra)youth wore the belt, spurs, and chain of a
knight, and rested one gloved hand on the hilt of a sword. So this is what they' re making knights out of these days, thought Randal. Sir Palamon was right about chivalry going downhill in a greased handcart. The young man wasn't amused by Randal's appraising glance. "Look at me that way again, boy, and I'll slap your eyes out. Now take the horses and be quick about it, their comfort's worth more than your miserable life." Randal looked away. He took the bridles of the horses as they were given to him and kept his thoughts to himself. The Basilisk's regular hostler, the one Randal was supposed to be assisting, came running up to help with the task, all the while bow ing to the lordlings and muttering a stream of flat tering phrases. In spite of the hostler's show of eagerness, most of the horses down, dried them, and curried them. When that task was finished, the hostler had Randal spread new straw and set out hay. By the time the work in the stable was done, the sun had almost set, and Randal had to help close the gates of the inn yard. With its gates closed and barred, the inn resem bled a small fortress more than it did a place where hospitality might be found. Nobody inside the walls complained, however-no honest man went abroad in this country by night. Some folk claimed that in the old days, before the death of the High King, wild beasts were never seen outside of the deepest for ests, and a man could walk alone from one side of the realm to the other with a sack of gold tied to his belt, and never fear a thief. But if those days had ever truly existed, they were long gone. When they could, travelers spent the night behind locked doors. After the gates were shut, Randal went to the kitchen behind the main room of the, inn. These days, as he made his way to Tattinham as a traveling laborer, he never got to walk into any place by the front door. In the kitchen, the cook set Randal to scouring out the pots and pans from dinner. Finally, almost two hours later, Randal got his own share of the |
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