"Dave Smeds - The Sorcery Within" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smeds Dave)

тАЬYes. ItтАЩs best.тАЭ

тАЬTrue. Good night, sir. Pleasant journey.тАЭ Luo reached for the door back into the tavern.

тАЬA moment,тАЭ Keron called.

тАЬHmmm?тАЭ

тАЬThe password isfaernak. тАЬ

Luo grunted. тАЬAh. Of course. May the rythni keep you well.тАЭ

тАЬGood night,тАЭ Keron said.

As Keron listened to LuoтАЩs footsteps recede, the uneasiness that had possessed him ever since arriving at
the tavern intensified. Luo was not a forgetful person. But the conversation had revealed nothing
untoward. Keron stepped over to the outer door and whistled as he had before.
Two long heartbeats later, a double whistle came from just on the other side of the wall.

The signal was correct. Keron lifted the bar off its cradles and began to open the door. Only then did he
remember that his men were supposed to remain in the forest, not next to the building.

Too late.

The door slammed inward, knocking him to the floor before he could let go of the bar. Three men
surged inside. A heavy blue glint reflected off the steel in their hands.

Keron kicked, catching the first man in the groin, sending him crashing into the ceiling. A rafter cracked
open the manтАЩs skull. The body, however, landed on Keron, thwarting his attempt to rise. The other
two assassins closed in.

Keron felt the knives pierce him. One peeled loose a section of his scalp. Another slid along his ribs.
He took a stab in the thigh. Only the interference of the corpse prevented a fatal blow.

By then, Keron had a grip on the ankle of one of his attackers. He yanked, pulling the manтАЩs knee out of
its socket. The man screamed and fell to the side. The effort had left Keron exposed. It cost him a
knife in the back, close to the heart. He nearly fainted from the pain. He struck blindly. His elbow
connected with something that caved in like a melon.

After that, neither of the assassins lasted very long.

Keron collapsed against a wall. He could sense the blood spurting from the wound in his back. He tried
to control his breathing, staving off the shock that would doom him. A few seconds. If he could just last
long enoughтАж

He felt the sorcery kiss him, soothing and strong. It worked quickly. The river in his back was stemmed.
His tissues begin to knit.

As suddenly as it had come, it left. The magic, as he had feared, had its limit. His distant doctor had
done what he could. He had a reprieve, but only the most severe damage had been dealt with. He might