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

Lenardo flinched at every blow, with the boy's pain attacking him more and more strongly as he
decreased the distance between them.



"Stop," he shouted, long before the peasants could possibly hear him over then- own mad cries. "The
boy is innocent."
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But it was too late. A kick to the temple mercifully rendered the peasant boy unconscious, and as his
pain cut off, Lenardo Read the others clubbing him with fists and farm tools, kicking him, aiming always
at his head until they had beaten it to a bloody pulpтАФwell after the boy was dead.



The three horsemen came pounding up, Helmuth and Arkus ahead of Lenardo, who had stopped
spurring his horse in sick despair when the boy died. The peasants turned, their savage satisfaction
changed once more to terror. They didn't know who these horsemen were, but any horsemen were
people in authority who might do to the peasants whatever they pleased. Like the boy before them, they
looked for somewhere to hide and found themselves trapped.



Helmuth and Arkus were armed, but their shields bore no device, as Lenardo had not yet chosen a
symbol.



Arkus demanded with the voice of authority, "What have you done? How dare you murder one of my
lord's people?"



Panicked eyes looked from one to the other of the two soldiers, but no one dared speak.



Helmuth said, "Tell us why you have done this." He was an old man, his voice gentler than Arkus'.



One of the peasants stepped forward, half bowing, and looking furtively toward Lenardo, who sat
numbly staring at the blood-spattered tableau.