"Katherine Kerr - Deverry 06 - A Time Of Omens" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kerr Katherine)His mouth half-open in surprise, Maddyn turned around to stare at Branoic, who felt as inarticulate as the ensorcelled prince. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html тАЬMy apologies, I didnтАЩt meanтАФтАЭ тАЬYou were trying to watch, you bloody little debaucher! IтАЩll grind your head on the cobbles for this! IтАЩllтАФтАЭ Just at that moment Aethan and another two men from the Black Sword troop reached them. Behind them Branoic could see a gaggle of silver daggers and a bunch of black swords rushing forward, too, while all the other men round started taking sides. The experienced and politic women drew back to give them plenty of room as BranoicтАЩs victim threw a punch right at his head. Profoundly relieved that the matter wasnтАЩt going to swordplay, Branoic punched right back and connected with the fellowтАЩs jaw. Women screamed; the fellow went down, out cold; somewhere the old crone was shrieking for the town wardens. He could hear Maddyn shouting and Aethan howling as the rain-washed and slippery tavern yard exploded into a brawl. In that kind of press it was hard to see who was enemy and who friend, especially as men kept slipping and falling into the mud and clambering back up to fight some more. Branoic squared off with a squint-eyed brown-haired fellow, slammed him once in the stomach and once on the jaw, nearly fell over things only to have someone rash straight at him. He grabbed the fellow by one arm, swung him around, and flung him back into the heaving shouting mob, which reminded him at that moment of a bowl of yeast working and bubbling over. Just as he started back in, someone grabbed him from behind. He swung around only to pull his punch barely in time: Aethan. тАЬCome on, ladтАФthey donтАЩt even remember why theyтАЩre fighting. Hurry!тАЭ тАЬI was just starting to enjoy myself!тАЭ тАЬCome along and now! You wonтАЩt be enjoying yourself if the captain decides to take the skin off your back, will you?тАЭ Without another word Branoic followed him into the shadows by the open back gate, where Maddyn was riding one horse and holding the reins of two others. Out on the riverbank he could see the rest of the silver daggers, mounted and ready to ride. тАЬNo one can beat a silver dagger when it comes to ducking the law,тАЭ Aethan said, grinning. тАЬMount up, Branno. The town wardens are pounding on the front gate.тАЭ After he mounted, Branoic turned to the bard. тАЬMaddyn, IтАЩm cursed sorry.тАЭ тАЬOh, hold your tongue! WeтАЩll sort it all out later, but I tell you, lad, I donтАЩt want to see your ugly face till |
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