"David Eddings - Malloreon 3 Demon Lord of Karanda" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

men will bring you your evening meal in a little while. Now,
if you'll all excuse me-" He inclined his head briefly, then
turned his horse around to supervise his men.
When the soldiers had completed the erection of the
pavilions, Garion and his friends dismounted in front of the
one Atesca had indicated. Silk looked around at the guard
detachment moving into position around the large red tent. "I
wish he'd make up his mind," he said irritably.
"I don't quite follow you, Prince Kheldar," Velvet said to
him. "Just who should make up his mind?"
"Atesca. He's the very soul of courtesy, but he surrounds
us with armed guards."
"The troops might just be there to protect us, Kheldar,"
she pointed out. "This is a war zone, after all."
"Of course," he said dryly, "and cows might fly, too -if
they had wings."
"What a fascinating observation," she marveled.
"I wish you wouldn't do that all the time."
"Do what?" Her brown eyes were wide and innocent.
"Forget it."
The supper Atesca's cooks prepared for them was plain,
consisting of soldiers' rations and served on tin plates, but
it was hot and filling. The interior of the pavilion was
heated by charcoal braziers and filled with the golden glow of
hanging oil lamps. The furnishings were of a military nature,
the kinds of tables and beds and chairs that could be
assembled and disassembled rapidly, and the floors and walls
were covered with Mallorean carpets' dyed a solid red color.
Eriond looked around curiously after he had pushed his
plate back. "They seem awfully partial to red, don't they?" he
noted.
"I think it reminds them of blood," Durnik declared
bleakly. "They like blood." He turned to look coldly at
the mute Toth. "If you've finished eating, I think we'd prefer
it if you left the table," he said in a flat tone.
"That's hardly polite, Durnik," Polgara said reprovingly.
"I wasn't trying to be polite, Pol. I don't see why he has
to be with us in the first place. He's a traitor. Why doesn't
he go stay with his friends?"
The giant mute rose from the table, his face melancholy.
He lifted one hand as if he were about to make one of those
obscure gestures with which he and the smith communicated, but
Durnik deliberately turned his back on him. Toth sighed and
went over to sit unobtrusively in one corner.
"Garion," Ce'Nedra said suddenly, looking around with a
worried little frown, "where's my baby?"
He stared at her.
"Where's Geran?" she demanded, her voice shrill.
"Ce'Nedra-" he started.
"I hear him crying. What have you done with him?" She