"Jean Lorrah - Empire 02 - Dragonlord of the Savage Empire" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lorrah Jean)

"Get the Reader!" shouted one of the soldiers, and all five tried to converge on Lenardo.



One crossed swords with him while another maneuvered behind him. He Read the man but could not
turn until he had dispatched the one before him. Jerking on his horse's reins, he made the animal rear, the
sword of the man before him cut the horse's chest, while that of the attacker behind went harmlessly
under Lenardo's arm, tangling in his cloak. He clasped his arm to his side, pinning the weapon as his
horse plunged, screaming in pain, attacking man and horse before him in Its momentary madness. The
other horse caught the excitement and also reared, unseating its rider, and plunged through the melee,
knocking other fighters out of its way. Lenardo ran his sword through the man scrambling to his feet and
then twisted to disarm the man whose sword he still held pinned. Too late! He had drawn his dagger, and
even as Lenardo was bringing his sword around and trying to control his horse, he flung the knife straight
at Lenardo's heart, from not five paces away.



Lenardo's attempt to duck was useless; he was a dead manтАФuntil the dagger swerved to one side and
dropped harmlessly to the ground. Arkus. He had that one Adept skill to influence the motion of small
objects. Breathing a prayer of thanks to all the gods, Lenardo skewered his now-terrified assailant and
turned to help Helmuth and Arkus. They needed no help. Two of the last three attackers were already
dead, and the last one, now fighting afoot with Helmuth, was disarmed even as he watched.



Helmuth backed the man against the rock wall, sword at his middle, saying, "Now you will tell us the
meaning of this attack. Who sent you? Who dares attack my lord?"
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"HelmuthтАФno!" Lenardo shouted, but it was too late. The man's mind filled with horrified images of the
tortures a Lord Adept could inflict, and he threw himself forward onto Helmuth's sword. The old man
could not backstep quickly enough. He gasped, withdrawing the sword, and knelt by the fallen man, but
there was nothing he could do.



"My lord, forgive me," said Helmuth. "We should have been able to question him, find out how many
traitors there are among your army." As he said it, he looked at Arkus, holding his bloody sword at the
ready.



"My lord, I knew nothing of their plot," Arkus said, pleading.