"Ed Greenwood - Shandril's Saga 02 - Crown Of Fire" - читать интересную книгу автора (Greenwood Ed)

merchants lay at ease among piles of gold coins, glittering like that spot on
the mountains. Ships full of
coins from all over the Realms - even far, sinister Thay, where wizards kept
slaves, came to its shores
every day.
He'd not always be just a shepherd. Someday he'd go to Sembia's docks and meet
with adventure,
Brann promised himself... not for the first time. He sighed at that thought,
shook his head with a wry
smile, and glanced about at the sheep again. His count was right, and none of
them was straying,
shifting, or even looking particularly awake. Brann stared at the sheep in




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growing exasperation. They
ignored him, as usual. Oh, for a little excitement! Nothing here seemed
amiss-also as usual. He sighed
again, and looked east.
The sky was bright and clear, and every boulder and stand of trees on the
familiar flanks of the Peaks
was as it had always been, unchanged-except ...
Except for that little winking flash of light, far away over the rolling,
grass-clad hills near the Gap.
Something shone back the sun at him again, something descending through the
high meadows, where
he spent most days alone with his flock It was something - or someone-that
wore or carried metal. It
wasn't on the road through the Gap, so it couldn't just be another trading
wagon hung with pots and
pans. Perhaps it was a knight of Cormyr, perhaps even one of the Dragon
Knights, who were the
personal swordguard and messengers of Azoun, the Purple Dragon, king of all
this land. With
quickening interest, Brann watched for another flash.
There it was again. Metal, surely, and bobbing in short, choppy moves - so it
wasn't a horse, or
someone riding. It looked ... as if some splendid knight in gleaming armor
were marching afoot across
the hills toward him.
Brann leaned on his staff and shaded his eyes for a better view. Then his
mouth fell open. A dwarf - a
real dwarf, with an axe and a beard and a mail shirt, and all! Brann stood
frozen in wonder. A tiny
voice inside him chuckled at his awe and reminded him that this was what he'd
wished for. Adventure