"Watt-Evans,.Lawrence.-.Ethshar.3.-.The.Unwilling.Warlord" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragon Stories)Lawrence Watt-Evans 7
southerly climeЧsomewhere in the Small Kingdoms, no doubt. A third man was short and stocky, brown haired and lightly tanned, clad in the simple bleached cotton tunic and blue woolen kilt of a sailor, with nothing to mark him as' either foreign or local; it was he who was doing most of the shouting. One of his hands was clamped onto the front of the innkeeper's tunic. The other was raised in a gesture that was apparently magical, since a thin trail of pink sparks dripped from his raised forefinger. The group's final member was a woman, tall and aris- tocratic, clad in a gown of fine green velvet embroidered in gold. Her black hair was trimmed and curled in a style that had gone out of favor years ago, and that, added to the shoddy workmanship of the embroidery and her dusky complexion, marked her as just as much of a for- eign barbarian as the two soldiers. "Where is he?" The sailor's final bellow reached Ster- ren's ears quite plainly. The innkeeper's reply did not, but the finger pointing toward the curtained alcoveЧto- That was a shock. It was obvious that the foursome meant no good for whomever they sought, and it ap- peared they sought him. He did not recognize any of them, but it was possible that he had won money from one or all of them in the pastЧor perhaps they were relatives of some poor fool he had fleeced, come~~to avenge the family honor. He tried to remember if he had won anything from any barbarians lately; usually he avoided them, since they were reputed to have violent tempers, and the World was full of gullible farmers. He did not recall play- ing against any barbarians since Festival, and surely no- body would begrudge anything short of violence that had happened during Festival! Perhaps they were hired, then. In any case, Sterren did not care to meet them. He ducked back behind the curtain and looked about, considering possibilities. There weren't very many. |
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