"Mckenna,.Juliet.E.-.Einarinn.01.-.Thief's.Gamble" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragon Stories) Darni evidently didn't like that idea.
'Be back before dusk,' he said curtly. Shiv unbolted the door - normally this time - and waved me through with a courtly gesture. 'So what were your plans?' Shiv sat on his solid black cob like a sack of grain as we headed out along the high road. I noted the worn gear and the droop of the tired horse's head. My hired horse on the other hand was fresh and keen; I pictured the road ahead in my mind and thought about a good spot where I could kick into a gallop and lose him. I'd wager my abilities at getting lost against his tracking skills, whatever they might be. They were welcome to my luggage at the inn; they would find no clues about me in it. We waited for a heavily laden wagon to negotiate a rutted wallow. 'I hope we haven't inconvenienced you too much, Livak.' That nearly did it; he was setting himself up as a handy target for my frustration. 'Were you travelling to Col for the Fair? Wouldn't thieving there risk falling foul of the local talent?' I ignored him. A donkey began making a fuss about something behind us and, as Shiv turned, I dug my heels into my job-horse's flanks. Fresh from days in the stable, he stretched out eagerly for a gallop and I lay down on his neck to avoid the branches. Suddenly he came to a crashing halt and I hit the ground hard; I've never managed that'relax as you fall' trick horse traders tell you about. For one awful moment I thought the horse must have put a foot in a rabbit hole; I did not want the poor beast's death on my conscience. After a moment he scrambled to his feet; I did the same. Nothing broken, thank Halcarion, but I'd be black and blue. 'Sorry about that, but I don't think Darni would be too pleased if I lost you.' I looked up to see Shiv sitting alert on his big black steed with green light glowing round his hands. 'You bastard, I could have been killed.' I spat leaf mould. 'No, I made sure of that.' The concern in his voice sounded almost genuine. 'I don't blame you for trying, Livak,' he assured me. 'Easy for you to say.' I swore as the horse shifted and had me dancing on one foot, the other in the stirrup iron. 'Here.' Shiv caught the reins. 'Just give me your word that you won't try that again.' 'Thanks,' I said stiffly. 'All right, I'll swear.' I rattled off the standard vow to Misaen. 'I can appreciate you being annoyed at Darni dragging you into all this.' The wizard persisted in trying to be friendly. I was having none of it. 'Oh, can you really? Has he threatened you to get your co-operation? Have you had your plans completely ripped up? Are your friends going to worry themselves sick when you don't turn up as expected?' He looked uncomfortable. 'We really do need your help.' 'Can't get rich enough? I thought wizards were supposed to keep honest with their magic. Isn't that what stops us ordinary folk from stoning you all as a flaming menace?' 'This is not about money. We're buying up special pieces for the Archmage.' I could smell the scorching as those hot coals got closer. 'I don't want to know,' I snapped. 'I'll do a couple of jobs for your boss to even the scales, but if you come sniffing after me, you'll find trouble.' He dropped his gaze in the face of my challenging stare. 'Fair enough. By the way, Darni is not my boss. I can overrule him if he tries to take unfair advantage.' 'What about the boy? Does he get a say?' Let him think he was winning me over, see what else he'd tell me. 'Geris?' Shiv laughed. 'He wouldn't dare.' 'Is he a mage or what? Is he your apprentice?' 'No, he's what you guessed, a scholar. He's from the University at Vanam, an expert on Tormalin art.' The world can be a very small place at times; I'm from Vanam originally and I know the grim facade of the University. It's one of those places that only looks good in soft light or snow. I have no idea what the inside is like; it's strictly for the wealthy who can afford to send surplus sons and daughters off to learn Saedrin knows what useless stuff. I decided to cosy up to Geris if I got the chance and see what I could get out of him. I did not figure he would take much unpeeling. 'What about Darni, then? Is he a mage?' 'No, not really.' 'What's that supposed to mean? I thought you got born a wizard.' 'We do in so far as elemental affinity is innate, but it's not as simple as that.' 'I beg your pardon?' Shiv had the grace to look abashed. 'Sorry. A wizard's power comes from the elements; the ability to affect an element is what makes you a wizard and that's something you're born with. It comes from within; we're still trying to establish how, and it varies in strength. Really powerful mages are quite rare in fact, and since most people only have one affinity, that limits them in any case.' 'So what about Darni?' I persisted. 'He has a double affinity which is unusual, but it's very weak. His parents live in Hadrumal; his mother cooks for one of the Halls and his father's a baker. If he'd lived anywhere else, no one would have noticed his talent. He'd just have been a chap with a knack for starting fires in difficult conditions and a better-than-usual weather sense.' I'd never really thought about Hadrumal, fabled city of the Archmage, having cooks and bakers. It rather undermined all the tales told in lofty ballads; I wondered who did the cleaning! 'Once it was clear his talents were going nowhere, he started working for the Archmage's agents,' Shiv went on. 'This is his first mission on his own, so he's looking to prove himself on several levels.' 'What are Archmage's agents?' I exclaimed. Shiv gave me a sideways look. 'Planir doesn't sit in a lofty tower in Hadrumal staring into a scrying bowl to get his information.' Well, that was a cheery thought. One of the few good things about wizards is that the really dangerous ones stay safely out of the way on their lost island. 'So where do you fit in?' I eyed Shiv suspiciously. 'I am a wizard of the Seaward Hall, an adept of water with the air as my secondary focus. I am a member of the Advisory Circle to the Great Council.' Well, that was all so much goose-grease as far as I was concerned. 'Which means?' 'It means most wizards around here will bow and scrape and do their best to find out just how close to Planir I really am. Back in Hadrumal, I'm a middling fish in a busy pond.' The inn where all this nonsense had started came into view. 'You wait outside and I'll settle up and pack.' |
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