"McCarty, Dennis - Thlassa Mey 01 - Flight to Thlassa Mey UC" - читать интересную книгу автора (McCarty Dennis)strike there toward that goal, but I choose to do neither
of those things at this moment." She stood for some time. But, though her eyes flashed across the marketplace, she was not trading on this day. She was waiting. The comers other mouth curled, making the fine lines in her face jump and dance. Her foot, its five athletic toes encased in a light sandal, began to tap in the dust. She was becoming impatient. After a bit, her face brightened as she saw a man cross- ing the square. As he hurried up to her, she grasped him by his chitonЧhis knee length tunic. Her voice was urgent. "Well? Have you found the place? And is he there?" The man was a slave and he wore an iron collarЧa real collar rather than the replica she wore. He nodded, still out of breath- "It was a hard search. Lady, but I was able to find an inn where a man works who fits your description. He dresses as a commoner, although he keeps himself trim and well groomed. He's tall and of middling DENNIS MCCARTY 5 age. And though he's only a workman, he speaks with She studied the slave, trying to find in his face some- thing to fill out his brief description of her quarry. Then die turned to the other attendants. "Then we must go and see. We hurry now, we have but little time." But something caught her eye and she hesitated. There was a familiar face among the ocean of faces jamming the square; it was the face ofGymon, the King's palace stew- ard. "But wait." She rested her fingers lightly on the shoulder of one of her attendants, then turned and pre- tended to examine the goods at the nearest stall. AJthough she appeared engrossed by the items before her, she observed everything that happened in the square. She watched the face of the stallkeeper. She watched several soldiers who stood about the square, all wearing the purple-and-gold tunics which marked them as warriors of King Lothar. The tunics fit badly; she knew that was because they concealed shirts of heavy chain mail. And she knew the soldiers patrolled this square regularly, keeping order by their presence. They did not interest her. |
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