"Joel Rosenberg - Omnibus 03 - To Home and Ehvenor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rosenberg Joel C)

Ellegon. It'll likely save time. Besides, truth to tell, I'd like at least a few more days of rest, food, and
good light exercise before we go back in harm's way." Still, I wondered about Mikyn. "You know if he's
any good with fire and iron?"

Jason nodded. "Better than me. Nehera gave a bunch of us the short course, a few years ago. I don't
think anybody would confuse either of the two of us with a master farrier, but I could do a good, clean,
quick job, and Mikyn was better."

"In any case, we wait. We'll hear soon enough." Or more than soon enough.

"Very well." He nodded. "Wouldn't we be better off waiting at Biemestren?"

Tennetty snickered. "Oh, a great idea." She drew her sword, a short, cross-hiked rapier, and gave a few
tentative swipes through the air. "Why not just hack Thomen's legs off for real?" She slipped the rapier
back into the sheath with a decidedsnap.

"Eh?" Jason was bright, but he was still young.

"Think about it," I said. "Imagine yourself riding up to the castle. In Biemestren. What happens?"

"What do you mean, what happens?"

"Just what I said. Tell me what happens. What's the first thing you do?"

He shrugged. "I'd pay a call on Thomen. I'd ride through the gate, and leave my horse out front."

"Right," I said. "You'd ride right through the gate. Without asking permission, because you spent most of
your childhood living there, and it still feels like home to you, and nobody there would think of stopping
you, right?"
 He caught it. There was nothing wrong with Jason that a few years of growing up wouldn't cure,
assuming he had the time to grow up.

His lips twisted. "And what his royal highness, the Emperor Thomen, formerly Baron Furnael, doesn't
need is Karl Cullinane's son suggesting that the throne doesn't really belong to him."

"Exactly." I nodded. "You stay the hell out of Biemestren until and unless you're sent for, just like all the
other barons. And when you go, you walk just a bit more humbly than they do."

He smiled. "And, say, occasionally flash a bit of temper, only to be silenced by a single look from the
Emperor."

Tennetty laughed. "He catches on fast." She turned to him. "Now, in the interim?"

He raised his hands in surrender. "I guess we stay here, eh?"

"For the time being," I said.

"Good.тАФNow let's get some exercise." Without a polite word of warning, or even a curt one, Tennetty
kicked her horse into a canter; it took a good half mile for the two of us to catch up.