"Elizabeth Moon - Those who Walk in Darkness" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moon Elizabeth)

if unwise to be stopped by them.
тАЬHmm. Your fatherтАЩs business?тАЭ
тАЬMerchant, sir.тАЭ
тАЬAnd youтАЩreтАФahтАФout on business?тАЭ
тАЬNo, sirтАФI mean, yesтАФin a wayтАФтАЭ
тАЬRunaway?тАЭ
тАЬNo, sir.тАЭ
тАЬHmmph. ItтАЩs no night for a youngster like you to be out playing
pranks. Go home and stay in.тАЭ
Selis wanted to ask why, but knew better; he started across the
square as if he knew where he was going.
тАЬAnd donтАЩt let me catch you hiding in someoneтАЩs doorway, boyтАФтАЭ
the man called after him. тАЬтАФor IтАЩll think you a fairspoken thief, that
I will.тАЭ
Selis could not laugh at that, as Raki would haveтАФbut Raki
wouldnтАЩt have been found curled up on the fountain step. Raki
would have heard them coming and been hidden in shadow. He
walked on, his legs aching now. He had gone out the west side,

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where he rarely wandered. At the first crossing, he would have
turned back, but heard another patrol. As his heart steadied again,
he wondered what it would be like to be without fear, like the
paladin. He tried to imagine her with Raki, but in his mind no
pictures took life. Yet Raki was brave; he never showed fear. From
behind or aboveтАФ Selis thought of Raki dropping on her with his
little dagger, the narrow blade allowed apprentices on duty. But
again the picture caught no life; Raki was a shadow attacking a
shadow, and both vanished in his mind.
Ahead on the right a wide door let out a bar of light that striped the
width of the street. Selis slowed, walking as quietly as he could. He
was fairly close when he recognized the place: a GirdтАЩs grange, the
one called Old V├йrella. He stopped short, suddenly drenched in
sweat. A shadow crossed the light, and a man stepped into the
street, to set a burning torch in a bracket by the open door. Selis
could see little of him but the shape: massive, in glinting mail. He
went inside, and returned with another torch, set on the other side of
the door. Then he stood in the opening, and drew his sword, as if
guarding the door against an invader. Selis looked around, and saw
no one. When he glanced back, the man was looking his way; again
Selis froze, looking down as he had been taught, lest his eyes catch
the light. After a long moment he looked up. The doorway was
empty, but a shadow marked the light as the man paced from side to
side within.
Selis leaned on the wall beside him. His heart hammered. He could
not cross that bar of light, and behindтАФhe turned, to see a
torchbearing squad of watchmen cross the street far behind him. He