"02 - Torment" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

voice was surprisingly human, but his beak clacked together

at the end of each sentence. "This one is Cabal. Look at

his eyes. They have that feral, vermin look about them."

"Let me pass," Chainer repeated.

The officer stepped forward. "I'm right, aren't I? You

are Cabal. And according to the truce between your

patriarch and our commander, we have the right to inspect

any and all travelers on the road between here and the

Krosan forest."

"Bosh," Chainer snarled and gestured angrily. "The

First never agreed to that."

"Take it easy, son. Trooper Baankis?" The foot soldier

drew his sword and stood at attention. To Chainer, the

officer said, "We just need to search you to make sure you

haven't smuggled anything out of the forest preserve."

Trooper Baankis stepped forward, and Chainer looked

over his shoulder at the city. If he could get past them,

he knew he could outrun the man and the aven, at least

until he was safe inside the gates. He wasn't sure about

the ugly little bird, though. Or the Nantuko.

Chainer waited until the trooper was right in front of

him. When the trooper reached out to take Chainer's dagger,

Chainer dropped down and kicked the man's feet out from

under him with a wide sweep of his leg. He drew his dagger

and fell across the trooper's neck and shoulders, the point