"Elenium 02 - The Ruby Knight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

somebody kills one of the guards, I'll have to close it
down.'
'Don't worry, neighbour. I don't think I'll have to kill
anybody tonight.'
The garret was dusty and appeared unused. The
tavern-keeper carefully opened the gabled window and
peered out into the fog. Behind him, Sparhawk
whispered in Styric and released the spell. He could feel
the fellow out there. 'Careful,' he said quietly. 'There's a
guard coming along the parapet.'
"I don't see anybody.'
"I heard him,' Sparhawk replied. There was no point in
going into extended explanations.
'You've got sharp ears, friend.'
The two of them waited in the darkness as the sleepy
guard strolled along the parapet and disappeared in the
fog.
'Give me a hand with this,' the tavern-keeper said,
stooping to lift one end of a heavy timber up onto the
window-sill. 'We slide it across to the parapet, and then
you go on over. When you get there, I'll throw you the
end of this rope. It's anchored here, so you'll be able to
slide down the outside of the wall.'
'Right,' Sparhawk said. They slid the timber across the
intervening space. 'Thanks, neighbour,' Sparhawk said.
He straddled the timber and inched his way across to the
parapet. He stood up and caught the coil of rope that
came out of the misty darkness. He dropped it over the
wall and swung out on it. A few moments later, he was
on the ground. The rope slithered up into the fog, and
then he heard the sound of the timber sliding back into
the garret. 'Very neat,' Sparhawk muttered, walking
carefully away from the city wall. 'I'll have to remember
that place.'
The fog made it a bit difficult to get his bearings, but by
keeping the looming shadow of the city wall to his left, he
could more or less determine his location. He set his feet
down carefully. The night was quiet, and the sound of a
stick breaking would be very loud.
Then he stopped. Sparhawk's instincts were very
good, and he knew that he was being watched. He drew'
his sword slowly to avoid the tell-tale sound it made as it
slid out of its sheath. With the sword in one hand and the
battle-spear in the other, he stood peering out into the
fog.
And then he saw it. It was only a faint glow in the
darkness, so faint that most people would not have
noticed it. The glow drew closer, and he saw that it had a
slight greenish cast to it. Sparhawk stood perfectly still
and waited.