"K. D. Wentworth - Hallah Iron-Thighs and the Five Unseemly Sorrows" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wentworth K D)

She shook her head. "We swear upon our sacred honor, this is nothing of the sort." She glanced around.
"The InnтАФin one hour." Then she walked back across the courtyard, head up, chin set, hardly more than
an inch of exposed skin showing.



Major Duero gave us a withering glare. "Now you've gone and upset her, and just before her bridal
shower! We'll have to play hours of those odious bridal shower games to cheer her up."



Gerta and I mounted and left without offering our condolences.
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The Inn of the Five Unseemly Sorrows had a warped wooden door that stood open. I grasped the hilt of
my sword, Esmeralda, and stuck my nose inside. The room was stuffy and reeked of cabbage and
about-to-turn pork. A skinny serving girl looked up from the oak table she was scrubbing without
enthusiasm, gave me a horrified look and darted behind a ragged curtain.



Gerta pushed past me and pounded her fist on the table. "Ale!"



The curtain quivered, but no ale appeared.



Gerta, never the shrinking violet, jerked the curtain aside and dragged the poor girl out by the wrist.
"We've been on the trail for weeks and we want ale!"



"But I-I can't!" The serving girl hung her head.



I disengaged the poor girl's arm before Gerta broke it. "Why not? We can pay."



She sniffled. "Didn't you read the sign?"



"Read?" Gerta grinned savagely. "Who can read?"