"04 - Sea of Swords - R A Salvatore 1.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Paths Of Darkness)

The small-framed, black-haired sorceress gave a sigh. She likely knew that with
her magic she'd be doing most of the work on these latest repairs.
УDamn that Deudermont!Ф Bellany remarked.
УDamn our own cowardice, ye mean,Ф one smelly sea dog remarked as he walked by.
Sheila Kree stepped in front of the grumbling man, sneered at him, and decked
him with a right cross to the jaw.
УI didn't think he even saw us,Ф the prone man protested, lookнing up at the
red-haired pirate with an expression of sheer terror.
If one of the female crew of Bloody Keel crossed Sheila, they'd likely get a
beating, but if one of the men stepped too far over the vicious pirate's line,
he'd likely find out how the ship got its name. Keel-hauling was one of Sheila
Kree's favorite games, after all.
Sheila Kree let the dog crawl away, her thoughts more focused on the latest
appearance of Deudermont. She had to admit it was possible that Sea Sprite
hadn't really even seen them, and likely, if Deudermont and his crew had spotted
the distant sails of Bloody Keel, they didn't know the ship's true identity.
But Sheila Kree would remain cautious where Captain Deudнermont was concerned.
If the captain and his skilled crew were indeed determined to find her, then let
it be here, at Golden Cove, the rocky fortress Sheila Kree and her crew shared
with a formidable clan of ogres.

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The dagger struck him squarely Ч
Ч and bounced harmlessly to the floor.
УDrizzt Do'Urden would never have fallen for such a feint!Ф Le'lorinel, the
bald-headed elf, grumbled in a high and melodic voice. His eyes, blue flecked
with gold, shone with dangerous intensity from behind the black mask that
Le'lorinel always wore. With a snap of the wrist, the sword went back into its
scabbard. УIf he did, he would have been quick enough a'foot to avoid the throw,
or quick enough a'hand to get a scimitar back down for a block,Ф the elf
finished with a huff.
УI am not Drizzt Do'Urden,Ф the half-elf, Tunevec, said simply. He moved to the
side of the roof and leaned heavily against a crenellation, trying to catch his
breath.
УMahskevic enchanted you with magical haste to compensate,Ф the elf replied,
retrieving the dagger and adjusting his sleeveless light brown tunic.
Tunevec snorted at his opponent. УYou do not even know how Drizzt Do'Urden
fights,Ф he reminded. УTruly! Have you ever seen him in battle? Have you ever
watched the movementsЧ impossible movements, I say!Чthat you so readily
attribute to him?Ф
If Le'lorinel was impressed by the reasoning, it did not show. УThe tales of his
fighting style and prowess are common in the northland.Ф
УCommon, and likely exaggerated,Ф Tunevec reminded.
Le'lorinel's bald head was shaking before Tunevec finished the statement, for
the elf had many times detailed the prowess of Drizzt to his half-elf sparring
partner.
УI pay you well for your participation in these training sessions,Ф Le'lorinel
said. УYou would do well to consider every word I have told you about Drizzt
Do'Urden to be the truth and to emulate his fighting style to the best of your