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

to room, the black shadow of Artemis Entreri, as silent as death, hovered
about them. They never suspected his presence, never would have guessed
that the gentle ripple in the drapes was anything more than a draft flowing
in from the edges of the window, or that the shadow behind a chair was
disproportionately long.
He managed to stay close enough to hear nearly all of their
conversation, and Catti-brie and the dwarves spoke of little else than the
four adventurers and their journey to Mithril Hall. But Entreri learned
little for his efforts. He already knew of the halfling's famed companions
- everyone in Ten-Towns spoke of them often: of Drizzt Do'Urden, the
renegade drow elf, who had forsaken his dark-skinned people in the bowels
of the Realms and roamed the borders of Ten-Towns as a solitary guardian
against the intrusions of the wilderness of Icewind Dale; of Bruenor
Battlehammer, the rowdy leader of the dwarven clan that lived in the valley
near Kelvin's Cairn; and most of all, of Wulfgar, the mighty barbarian, who
was captured and raised to adulthood by Bruenor, returned with the savage
tribes of the dale to defend Ten-Towns against the goblin army, then struck
up a truce between all the peoples of Icewind Dale. A bargain that had
salvaged, and promised to enrich, the lives of all involved.
"It seems that you have surrounded yourself with formidable allies,
halfling," Entreri mused, leaning against the back of a large chair, as
Catti-brie and the dwarves moved into an adjoining room. "Little help they
will offer. You are mine!"
Catti-brie and the dwarves worked for about an hour, filling two large
sacks, primarily with clothes. Catti-brie was astounded with the stock of
possessions Regis had collected since his reputed heroics against Kessell
and the goblins - mostly gifts from grateful citizens. Well aware of the
halfling's love of comfort, she could not understand what had possessed him
to run off down the road after the others. But what truly amazed her was
that Regis hadn't hired porters to bring along at least a few of his
belongings. And the more of his treasures that she discovered as she moved
through the palace, the more this whole scenario of haste and impulse
bothered her. It was too out of character for Regis. There had to be
another factor, some missing element, that she hadn't yet weighed.
"Well, we got more'n we can carry, and most o' the stuff anyway!"
declared Fender, hoisting a sack over his sturdy shoulder. "Leave the rest
for Cassius to sort, I say!"
"I would no' give Cassius the pleasure of claiming any of the things,"
Catti-brie retorted. "There may yet be valued items to be found. Two of ye
take the sacks back your rooms at the inn. I'll be finishing the work up
here."
"Ah, yer too good to Cassius," Fender grumbled. "Bruenor had him marked
right as a man taking too much pleasure in counting what he owns!"
"Be fair, Fender Mallot," Catti-brie retorted, though her agreeing
smile belied any harshness in her tone. "Cassius served the towns well in
the war and has been a fine leader for the people of Bryn Shander. Ye've
seen as well as meself that Regis has a talent for putting up a cat's fur!"

Fender chuckled in agreement. "For all his ways of gettin' what he
wants, the little one has left a row or two of ruffled victims!" He patted