"Kerr, Katharine - Westlands 02 - A Time Of War v1.1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragon Stories)

СThe house be round, Meer, and there does stand this dirt wall, a mound like, all round it. I can see some cows, too, and it looks like they be white. ItТs kind of hard to tell from here.Т Jahdo shaded his hand with his eyes. СOh! I do think thatТs the city.Т
In the strong morning light he could pick out, far across the valley, three grey hills surrounded by what seemed to be stone walls, being as they were too smooth and circular to be cliffs. Spread across the hills were the tiny shapes of white-washed houses, all of them round, and some larger stone buildings. Over it all hung a faint haze - the smoke of cooking fires, most likely - out of which, at the top of the highest hill, rose a cluster of round stone towers with flat roofs, just like the ones mentioned in the old tales, as dark and grim and ugly as chunks of iron. When Jahdo described this view, Meer sighed, but he said nothing.
СIt be not far.Т Jahdo swallowed heavily. СWe should get there before noon.Т
СTo find out our fate at last. I can only pray that some kind and decent master buys you, lad. What happens to me is of no moment, for I am a broken man with no house or clan, but you have a life ahead of you.Т
СNot much of one.Т
Meer stayed silent. Over the past three days, as the squad rode for Cengarn, Jahdo had run out of tears for his lost family, his lost freedom. He felt numb, as if heТd been so ill with a fever for so long that life had receded to some far distance.
СCome on, lads!Т Rhodry called out. СAlmost home.Т
In a clatter and jingle of tack and hooves the squad jogged off downhill. When they came onto the flat, Jahdo got his first omen of what their welcome might be like. Just by the road a they saw a young girl, her blonde hair hanging in one long pigtail down her back She was wearing a dirty brown dress, cinched in at her waist with a length of old rope, and carrying a wooden crook, apparently to help her herd the cows. At the sound of the horsesТ hooves and the jingle of tack, she turned toward the road and watched as the men rode by. When Rhodry made her a gallant bow from his saddle, she laughed and waved, until she got a look at Meer. At that she turned and ran screaming for the farmstead.
СStop!Т Rhodry called out. СWe wonТt let him hurt you.Т
When the other men laughed, Jahdo remembered how he hated them. Although the girl stopped screaming, she kept running, darting inside the earth work wall. They could hear a gate slam, and dogs began barking hysterically - an entire pack, from the sound of it.
СBetter trot, men,Т Rhodry said, grinning. СLetТs get out of here before they set the dogs on us.Т
Since they passed the farmstead with no more trouble than the din of angry hounds, Rhodry called the squad to a walk. Apparently he was in no hurry to reach the city, for all that heТd called it home earlier, not on such a lovely day, perhaps, with songbirds warbling and the sun glinting on the stream. As they rode closer, Jahdo found himself thinking of the city as a storm cloud, floating nearer and nearer, rising high and dark on the horizon at first, then looming to fill the view. He couldnТt decide whether he wished that theyТd reach the city and get it over with or that Time would slow and theyТd never quite arrive.
At length, though, they came to the West Gate, where a sheer rise of cliff, hacked smooth with tools and reinforced at the base with stone blocks, guarded a winding path up to the town. By tipping his head back Jahdo could just see the tops of the towers, rising over a dark grey wall at the brow of the highest hill. The gate itself stood partly open, a massive thing of oak beams bound with iron strips and chains. In the shadows inside he could just make out a huge winch. Armed guards stepped forward and hailed the squad.
СSo, silver dagger,Т one of them said to Rhodry. СYou had a good hunt, I see.Т
СWell, weТve netted what Jill wanted, sure enough. Tell me somewhat. Are there a lot of people out and about in the streets today?Т
СMore than a few, it being so warm and all. Why?Т
СI donТt want the prisoners stoned and injured.Т
Jahdo felt briefly sick.
СTrue enough,Т the guard said. СYouТd best dismount, IТd say, and put them in the middle of you С He jerked a thumb at Meer. The rumours have spread about that fellow you killed, and his kindТs not exactly well-loved round here.Т
Meet grunted, just once, but it was close to a sob.
СDonТt worry, good bard,Т Rhodry said. СWeТll get you through in one piece. Yraen, weТll wait here. You go fetch Otho the dwarf. IТll wager he and his kin have ways through this city that are out of the common sight.Т
Although he grumbled, Yraen dismounted and puffed off uphill to follow orders. A few at a time the entire squad dismounted as well, leading their horses through the gates. Opposite the huge winch was a small wooden guardhouse, and everyone drifted over in front of it to stand round gossiping with the guards about things that had happened during their absence. Meer stood stiff and straight, his hands clasped tight round his staff, his lips trembling. When Jahdo laid a hand on his arm to comfort him, Meer shook it off Rhodry noticed the gesture.
СI wonТt let anything happen to the pair of you,Т Rhodry said. ThatТs why weТre waiting here.Т
СItТs not that what does ache his heart. The Gel daТThae you did kill was his brother.Т
The moment he spoke Jahdo rued it. Even though he was visibly trying to choke back the noise, Meer keened, just briefly before he forced silence. Rhodry winced and swore.
СWell, my apologies.Т And oddly enough, he sounded perfectly sincere. "But Meer, your brother was doing his cursed best to kill me.Т
СNo doubt.Т Meer let out his breath in a long sigh. СYou are a warrior as he was a warrior. Your kind lives and dies by a different code than we ordinary men.Т
Jahdo noticed the squad looking at Meer with a trace of new respect. Rhodry seemed to be trying to find something further to say, but Yraen came bustling back with three men in tow, two of them armed and mailed, the third elderly with a long white beard, but all of them the shortest, stockiest people that Jahdo had ever seen. The shortest of all, though obviously a grown man, was just his height, though twice his breadth. Jahdo frankly stared until one of the axemen glanced his way with a scowl, frightening him into looking elsewhere.
СMy thanks for coming,Т Rhodry said. СWhat do you think, Otho? Can we pass by one of your roads?Т
СUp to Jorri, here.Т Otho waved in the direction of the taller axeman. СBy the by, silver dagger, young Yraen had the cursed gall to remind me about that little matter of the coin. IТm waiting for somewhat to sell at a good price, and then IТll bring it to you, so stop your badgering.Т He turned, looking Meer up and down. СAh, heТs blind! I couldnТt imagine what you were thinking of, asking us to take a spy up this way, but if he canТt sec, then the secretТs safe enough.Т
Meer bared his fangs but said nothing.
СCanТt bring the horses through.Т Jorn stepped forward. СWhat about having Yraen and the squad takeТem up to the dun?Т His voice turned contemptuous. СYou donТt need twelve men to guard a blind man and a boy.Т
СAh, but theyТre wily, wily.Т Rhodry was grinning. СYraen, the rest of you - IТll see you back in the great hall.Т
Collecting the horses, including Baki and Gidro, the squad moved off, leading the stock up the steep hill. As he watched, Jahdo realized that he was sorry to see them go. Even though he hated each one for helping capture him, they were at least familiar, men heТd grown used to in the horror of the past few days.
СCome round here.Т Otho gestured at a twisting lane that led behind the guardhouse.
With Jorn in the lead they walked to the base of the hill just beyond the gates, where the slope had been cut to the vertical, then faced with stone blocks to produce an artificial cliff. When Jorn pounded on one block with his axe, a good quarter of this structure creaked back three inches to reveal a sliver of face and a suspicious eye.
СAh, itТs you already,Т said a voice from inside. СStand back, and IТll open up.Т
With much groaning and the crunching of dirt and the bouncing of pebbles the massive door opened just far enough for everyone to slip in sideways, one at a time. The two younger men ushered them down a long, cool tunnel of worked stone, a good ten feet wide but a bare six tall, so that both Meer and Rhodry were forced to walk stooped. Once everyone was safely in, the doorkeeper seized an enormous lever and pulled. The door inched shut to groan into place so tightly that Jahdo could see not the slightest crack of sunlight round it. The only light, a sickly blue glow, oozed from phosphorescent mosses and fungi, gathered into baskets and hung from iron pegs in the wall. Jahdo shuddered, wondering if a rat felt this way, caught in one of his familyТs traps. Remembering how the creatures squealed and clawed when the trap splashed down and water rose to cover them made him want to weep.
СCome along, come along,Т Otho snapped. СStop goggling, lad. HavenТt got all day.Т
The tunnel ran straight for some ten feet, then turned into a flight of stairs, climbing steep and narrow for an ordeal of hundreds of yards. Before theyТd gone halfway up JahdoТs heart was pounding, and he fought for breath in the stuffy air. Once he stumbled, and his sore and sweaty hands slipped from the narrow stone ridge that did for a railing. For a brief moment he thought of letting himself fall backwards and plunge down to die, but Rhodry caught his arm and yanked him up.
СNo hurry, lad,Т the warrior said. СGet your feet under you.Т
Jahdo had no choice but to keep climbing. By the time they reached the top, everyone was panting for breath, but Meet was downright sobbing. Rhodry allowed them a few moments of rest.
СTell me somewhat, lad,Т Otho said. СYou seem to have great respect for this creature you serve. Were you raised among his kind?Т
Jahdo started to tell him the truth; then it occurred to him to wonder if he truly wanted these people to know about his homeland.
СI was,Т he said instead. СBut he be a bard, and itТs needful that you respect him, too.Т
Otho shrugged in insulting dismissal.
Another corridor, another stair, another massive door - at last they came blinking out into the sunlight before another pair of guarded gates, as massive and iron-bound as the first. Behind these rose the towers, as grim as a giantТs clubs, stuck into the earth.
СThere you are,Т Otho said. СWeТll be heading back now.Т
As the three dwarves started back into the tunnel, Rhodry called after them.
СRemember that coin you owe me, Otho.Т