"Raymond E. Feist - Riftwar Saga 1a - Magician Apprentice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feist Raymond E)

тАЬWhen the mood suits him, he can belch out a flame or two, though he seems rarely in the mood. I
think it is due to the rich diet I supply him with, boy. He has not had to hunt for years, so he is something
out of practice in the ways of drakes. In truth, I spoil him shamelessly.тАЭ



Pug found the notion somehow reassuring. If the magician cared enough to spoil this creature, no
matter how outlandish, then he seemed somehow more human, less mysterious. Pug studied Fantus,
admiring how the fire brought golden highlights to his emerald scales. About the size of a small hound, the
drake possessed a long, sinuous neck atop which rested an alligatorlike head. His wings were folded
across his back, and two clawed feet extended before him, aimlessly pawing the air, while Kulgan
scratched behind bony eye ridges. His long tail swung back and forth, inches above the floor.



The door opened and the big bowman entered, holding a dressed and spitted loin of pork before him.
Without a word he crossed to the fireplace and set the meat to cook. Fantus raised his head, using his
long neck to good advantage to peek over the table. With a flick of his forked tongue, the drake jumped
down and, in stately fashion, ambled over to the hearth. He selected a warm spot before the fire and
curled up to doze away the wait before dinner.
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The franklin unfastened his cloak and hung it on a peg by the door. тАЬStorm will pass afore dawn, I'm
thinking.тАЭ He returned to the fire and prepared a basting of wine and herbs for the pig. Pug was startled
to see a large scar that ran down the left side of the man's face, showing red and angry in the firelight.



Kulgan waved his pipe in the franklin's direction. тАЬKnowing my tight-lipped man here, you'll not have
made his proper acquaintance. Meecham, this boy is Pug, from the keep at Castle Crydee.тАЭ Meecham
gave a brief nod, then returned to tending the roasting loin.



Pug nodded back, though a bit late for Meecham to notice. тАЬI never thought to thank you for saving
me from the boar.тАЭ



Meecham replied, тАЬThere's no need for thanks, boy. Had I not startled the beast, it's unlikely it would
have charged you.тАЭ He left the hearth and crossed over to another part of the room, took some brown
dough from a clothcovered bucket, and started kneading.



тАЬWell, sir,тАЭ said Pug to Kulgan, тАЬit was his arrow that killed the pig. It was indeed fortunate that he