"Elizabeth Vaughan - Chronicles Of The Warlands 02 - Warsworn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vaughan Elizabeth)

The army continued past as he swung down to join Rafe in picking the plants. The others had
gone on alert, something I doubt they were even aware of, moving their horses to encircle us.
Even though we were traveling in the center of the Warlord's army, their instincts were to
safeguard. There was no danger in being left behind, since the army was moving at a walk, and
was spread out over what seemed to me to be miles.

"Prest, do you have any ehat leather to spare?" Epor asked.

Prest cast him a look over his shoulder. "You have a need?"

"The handle of my club needs rewrapping."

"He fancies ehat for the grip." Isdra explained.

"Would take a piece the size of an ehat to wrap that fool weapon of yours." Marcus groused.

I glanced over at Epor, who had his club fastened to his back in a harness. It was a long thick
piece of wood, half again as long as my arm, with metal studs along the length of the top and
leather wrapped high on the handle. "What's wrong with his weapon?" I asked.

Rafe popped up next to my leg, bloodmoss in two hands. "Marcus doesn't approve, Warprize."

Marcus grunted. "Too slow and unwieldy."

"For you," Epor responded, as if this were an old argument. "I prefer a weapon where if I hit
the enemy, the enemy goes down and stays down." Epor gave me a saucy grin and a wink.

I gave Rafe a questioning look, and he laughed at my confusion. "Warprize, a club is a
two-handed weapon, best used by a big man with strength in his arms and chest. Like Epor or
Prest."

"Not you?" I asked.

Rafe shook his head. "I'm one for speed. Quicker with a sword or dagger. Isdra, Gils or I
would strike twice for every one of Epor's blows." His eyebrows danced as he gave Marcus a
quick glance. "Or once for every three blows from Marcus with those daggers of his."

Epor laughed, his blond hair gleaming in the sun. "Ah, but in need, even you or Isdra could use
it two-handed."

Rafe nodded. "Maybe. If I were desperate."

"Or insane," Isdra added.

Prest dismounted, and dug through his packs, pulling out a fold of dark leather. He handed it to
Epor, who nodded his thanks. "I'll replace it, Prest, after the next ehat hunt."

"What exactly is aтАФ"

Gils popped up and handed me a bunch of leaves, laughing up at me. "How much of this do you