"The Paths of Darkness 1 - The Silent Blade" - читать интересную книгу автора (Paths of Darkness)

Wulfgar only half heard the words. They meant nothing to
him. All the world meant nothing to him.
"Shall we rouse Catti-brie?" the drow asked.
"I will," Wulfgar answered gruffly. "You see to Regis. If
he gets a belly full of food, he will surely slow us down,
and I mean to be quick to your friend Cadderly, that we might
be rid of Crenshinibon."
Drizzt started to answer, but Wulfgar turned away, moving
down the hall to Catti-brie's door. He gave a single,
thunderous knock, then pushed right through. Drizzt moved a
step in that direction to scold the barbarian for his rude
behavior-the woman had not even acknowledged his knock, after
all-but he let it go. Of all the humans the drow had ever
met, Catti-brie ranked as the most capable at defending
herself from insult or violence.
Besides, Drizzt knew that his desire to go and scold
Wulfgar was wrought more than a bit by his jealousy of the
man who once was, and perhaps was soon again, to be Catti-
brie's husband.
The drow stroked a hand over his handsome face and turned
to find Regis.

* * * * *

Wearing only a slight undergarment and with her pants
half pulled up, the startled Catti-brie turned a surprised
look on Wulfgar as he strode into her room. "Ye might've
waited for an answer," she said dryly, brushing away her
embarrassment and pulling her pants up, then going to
retrieve her tunic.
Wulfgar nodded and held up his hands-only half an
apology, perhaps, but a half more than Catti-brie had
expected. She saw the pain in the man's sky blue eyes and the
emptiness of his occasional strained smiles. She had talked
with Drizzt about it at length, and with Bruenor and Regis,
and they had all decided to be patient. Time alone could heal
Wulfgar's wounds.
"The drow has prepared a morning meal for us all,"
Wulfgar explained. "We should eat well before we start on the
long road."
" 'The drow'? " Catti-brie echoed. She hadn't meant to
speak it aloud, but so dumbfounded was she by Wulfgar's
distant reference to Drizzt that the words just slipped out.
Would Wulfgar call Bruenor "the dwarf"? And how long would it
be before she became simply "the girl"? Catti-brie blew a
deep sigh and pulled her tunic over her shoulders, reminding
herself pointedly that Wulfgar had been through hell-
literally. She looked at him now, studying those eyes, and
saw a hint of embarrassment there, as though her echo of his
callous reference to Drizzt had indeed struck him in the