"Zelazny, Roger - The 1st Chronicles of Amber - 02 - Guns Of Avalon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

"It'll go to my head."
"Good."
I poured them.
"We are all going to die," she said.
"Eventually."
"I mean here, soon, fighting this thing."
"Why do you say that?"
"It's too strong."
"Then why stick around?"
"I've no place else to go. That's why I ask you about Cabra."
"And why you came here tonight?"
"No. I came to see what you were like."
"I am an athlete who is breaking training. Were you born around here?"
"Yes. In the wood."
"Why'd you pick up with these guys?"
"Why not? It's better than getting pig shit on my heels every day."
"Never have a man of your own? Steady, I mean?"
"Yes. He's dead. He's the one who found...the Fairy Ring."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not. He used to get drunk whenever he could borrow or steal enough to afford it and then come home and beat me. I was glad when I met Ganelon."
"So you think that the thing is too strong, that we are going to lose to it?"
"Yes."
"You may be right. But I think you're wrong."
She shrugged.
"You'll be fighting with us?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Nobody knew for sure, or would say if they did. That might prove interesting. I'd like to see you fight with the goat-man."
"Why?"
"Because he seems to be their leader. If you killed him, we'd have more of a chance. You might be able to do it."
"I have to," I said.
"Special reason?"
"Yes."
"Private one?"
"Yes."
"Good luck."
"Thanks."
She finished her wine, so I poured her another.
"I know he is a supernatural creature," she said.
"Let's get off the subject."
"All right. But will you do me a thing?"
"Name it."
"Put on armor tomorrow, pick up a lance, get hold of a horse, and trounce that big cavalry officer Harald."
"Why?"
"He beat me last week, just like Jarl used to. Can you do it?"
"Yes."
"Will you?"
"Why not? Consider him trounced."
She came over and leaned against me.
"I love you," she said.
"Crap."