"R A Salvatore - Icewind Dale Trilogy 2 - Streams of Silver" - читать интересную книгу автора (Salvatore R. A)

the dwarven clan, Bruenor, who had adopted her as his own a dozen years
before when a goblin raid had left her orphaned.
This could prove a valuable meeting, Entreri mused. He cocked an ear
through the banister poles to hear the discussion below.
"He's been gone but a week!" Catti-brie argued.
"A week with no word," snapped Cassius, obviously upset. "With my
beautiful house empty and unguarded. Why, the front door was unlocked when
I came by a few days ago!"
"Ye gave the house to Regis," Catti-brie reminded the man.
"Loaned!" Cassius roared, though in truth the house had indeed been a
gift. The spokesman had quickly regretted turning over to Regis the key to
this palace, the grandest house north of Mirabar. In retrospect, Cassius
understood that he had been caught up in the fervor of that tremendous
victory over the goblins, and he suspected that Regis had lifted his
emotions even a step further by using the reputed hypnotic powers of the
ruby pendant.
Like others who had been duped by the persuasive halfling, Cassius had
come to a very different perspective on the events that had transpired, a
perspective that painted Regis unfavorably.
"No matter the name ye call it," Catti-brie conceded, "ye should not be
so hasty to decide that Regis has forsaken the house."
The spokesman's face reddened in fury. "Everything out today!" he
demanded. "You have my list. I want all of the halfling's belongings out of
my house! Any that remain when I return tommorrow shall become my own by
the rights of possession! And I warn you, I shall be compensated dearly if
any of my property is missing or damaged!" He turned on his heel and
stormed out the doors.
"He's got his hair up about this one," chuckled Fender Mallot, one of
the dwarves. "Never have I seen one whose friends swing from loyalty to
hatred more than Regis!"
Catti-brie nodded in agreement of Fender's observation. She knew that
Regis played with magical charms, and she figured that his paradoxical
relationships with those around him were an unfortunate side effect of his
dabblings.
"Do ye suppose he's off with Drizzt and Bruenor?" Fender asked. Up the
stairs, Entreri shifted anxiously.
"Not to doubt," Catti-brie answered. "All winter they've been asking
him to join in the quest for Mithril Hall, an' to be sure, Wulfgar's
joining added to the pressure."
"Then the little one's halfway to Luskan, or more," reasoned Fender.
"And Cassius is right in wantin' his house back."
"Then let us get to packing," said Catti-brie. "Cassius has enough o'
his own without adding to the hoard from Regis's goods."
Entreri leaned back against the banister. The name of Mithril Hall was
unknown to him, but he knew the way to Luskan well enough. He grinned
again, wondering if he might catch them before they ever reached the port
city.
First, though, he knew that there still might be some valuable
information to be garnered here. Catti-brie and the dwarves set about the
task of collecting the halfling's belongings, and as they moved from room