"Katherine Kerr - Deverry 08 - A Time Of Justice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kerr Katherine)

'And how can I ever repay you for this? I never dreamt they'd dare harm my womenfolk, the bastards!'

тАШThey, Your Grace?тАЩ Rhodry said. 'Who?'

'Someone's been trying to murder me. It's just that I never would have thought in a thousand years that
Beryn would take his vengeance out on my sister.'

Ylaena covered her face with both hands and wept, while Cadlew patted her shoulder.

'Dwaen,' he growled. 'I want blood for this.'

'So do I. Lots of it'

тАШThey weren't going to kill me.' Ylaena struggled with her voice to steady it. 'I heard them yelling. Don't
harm the ladies, they said. They were just going to take us somewhere.'

'And what would they have done then?' Cadlew snarled. 'When you ride to war, Dwaen, me and my
warband will ride with you.'

'If it comes to war. I intend to let the gwerbret settle this by law if ever I can.'
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Cadlew muttered some inaudible frustration.

In the great hall every man in the warband and every servant in the dun stood round, straining to hear.
Dwaen yelled at them all to get out, then asked Cadlew to escort Ylaena up to the women's hall. He
himself took Jill and Rhodry to the table of honour and insisted on pouring them mead with his own
hands.

'My lord?' Rhodry said. 'I was just up in Ebonlyn, and someone tried to hire me to murder a noble-born
man. I'm beginning to wonder if the man was you.'

'Mayhap it was. Let me tell you my tale.'

While Dwaen told him of the previous attempt on his life and Beryn's probable motive, Rhodry grew
more and more baffled.

'By the pink asses of the gods, Your Grace, why doesn't he just challenge you to an honour duel? You
could have the matter settled before the gwerbret even heard of it.'

'I've spent many an hour wondering the same thing. Rats in my bed? It sounds like old tales of witchcraft
and suchlike. I can't believe Lord Beryn would stoop so low.'

Lallyc, the captain of the tieryn's warband, trotted over and knelt at his lord's side.

'Your Grace? None of the men recognize those two dead 'uns, and here we spent plenty of time with
Beryn's men before the murder.'