The Riftwar Legacy: The Complete 4-Book Collection. Raymond E. Feist

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      James glanced at Owyn who nodded slightly, indicating the Baron wasn’t exaggerating.

      Baron Corvallis continued. ‘I dare not leave my own house, save perhaps to visit the inn with personal guards on all sides. My daughter disobeys me and runs like a common child across the fields and consorts with all manner of questionable riff-raff. She should be meeting respectable suitors at her age, but instead she walks through the fields with … a despicable creature who woos her with sweet lies.’

      Owyn tried to look serious, but was obviously amused by something. He said, ‘Who is this foul being, uncle?’

      ‘A man of commerce! Ugyne should be accepting court from the sons of barons, earls, even dukes, but not a common merchant. My solicitor Myron loves her, and while lowborn, has some ties to nobility. I would suffer him ask for her hand if she would settle down, but she’s filled with fanciful notions of romance and adventure, irritating enough traits in a son, but utterly unacceptable in a daughter.’

      ‘Does this agent of chaos have a name, uncle?’ asked Owyn.

      Nearly spitting, Corvallis said, ‘Navon du Sandau! I know he is a criminal. He wears clothing of costly weave and rides the finest black horse I have seen, yet he speaks little of his commercial enterprises. He claims to be a factor for several rich families and nobles, as well as an agent for trading concerns in the south and west. Yet I have never seen him on an errand of business; rather he is mysteriously absent or hanging around, wooing my daughter.’

      Owyn sipped at his wine, then asked, ‘Where is Ugyne, uncle?’

      ‘Probably out near the road, wandering the fields, waiting for snow to fall or Navon to arrive.’

      James took another drink of the somewhat indifferent wine and said, ‘We’ve imposed upon your hospitality long enough.’ He stood and said, ‘We’ll investigate this as quickly as we can and see what can be done to end these threats on the peace of your village.’

      ‘Thank you, Seigneur,’ said the Baron. He said, ‘Owyn, give my regards to your father and mother when next you see them.’ He nodded at Gorath as the moredhel walked past. Unsure of what to say, he merely nodded again.

      At the door, he said, ‘Owyn, if you’re in the village next Sixthday, do me the pleasure of dining with us. Bring your friends.’

      The door closed and James laughed. ‘That gives us five days to find what we’re looking for and leave before he’s forced to make good on his offer.’

      Owyn said, ‘My uncle is a difficult man at the best of times, but he is genuinely frightened.’

      ‘Even I, who know not your race that well, could tell that,’ said Gorath. ‘Yet one thought bothers me.’

      ‘What?’ asked James. ‘Only one?’

      ‘Among many,’ said Gorath. ‘If the Nighthawks had truly wanted him dead, he would be dead. The dogs interrupting the attack on horse, perhaps. But a near miss by an archer seems improbable.’

      ‘Having faced the Nighthawks several times, I’d agree,’ said James. They entered the Duck’s Head Inn.

      The common room was relatively uncrowded, it still being afternoon. The innkeeper crossed from behind the bar and said, ‘You’re the gentlemen in to see the Baron?’

      ‘Yes,’ said James.

      ‘I’m Peter the Grey,’ he said with a slight bow, ‘and I have the privilege of owning this establishment. Your rooms are ready any time you are, and we have a full board and a choice of wines and ale.’

      ‘Ale,’ said Gorath. ‘I have little affection for wine.’

      James laughed. ‘Given the Baron’s choice in wine, I don’t blame you.’

      Owyn nodded. ‘You can’t imagine what it would have been had you not been a member of the Prince’s court.’

      Peter the Grey’s eyebrows shot up. ‘A member of the Prince’s court? Well, then, I best ensure we only serve the finest. A member, gentlemen!’

      As Peter hurried away, James called after, ‘And food, please.’

      They sat and Owyn said, ‘Sorry you had to endure the ramblings of my uncle. Compared to the troubles we’re investigating, his woes must be pathetic by comparison.’

      James was thoughtful. ‘Perhaps, but there may be a connection here. I’m not quite sure what it is, but why would the Nighthawks harass your uncle, yet not kill him?’

      ‘To keep him frightened,’ suggested Gorath.

      Just then Peter the Grey arrived with the ale and placed frosty mugs before each of them. James sipped and nodded with appreciation. ‘Wonderful.’

      ‘Ale from the Grey Towns, sir, and we keep it cold.’

      ‘You ship ice down here?’

      ‘No,’ said Peter. ‘There are deep caves not too far from here where I leave my barrels. I sell it too quickly for it to warm up before the barrel’s empty.’

      James smiled. ‘Situated as you are directly across the square from the Baron’s home, you must see him a lot.’

      Peter shook his head. ‘Hardly at all, truth to tell. The Baron only leaves his home rarely, and then always with armed guards.’ He picked up his tray and said, ‘I’ll bring some food straight away, sir.’

      James said, ‘Something is eating at my mind, but I can’t quite pin it down.’

      ‘Something to do with my uncle?’

      ‘Yes,’ said James, ‘but Gorath has pointed out the one thing in this that makes no sense: why go to the trouble of frightening the Baron, but not kill …’ Suddenly James’s eyes widened. ‘Peter!’ he called.

      The patron of the inn returned in a hurry. ‘Sir?’

      ‘What was it you just said about the Baron, about you not seeing him.’

      ‘I just said the Baron leaves his home only rarely, and then with armed guards.’

      ‘When did this start?’

      ‘Right after the Nighthawks started hunting him, I guess.’

      ‘You know about the Nighthawks?’ asked James.

      ‘Well, we know what people say.’

      ‘And what would that be?’

      ‘That the Guild of Assassins has set up shop around here and they’ve marked the Baron for some sort of punishment.’

      James said, ‘Thank you, Peter. Sorry to have disturbed you.’

      Owyn said, ‘Why did you want him to come back?’

      ‘To help me think this through,’ said James. ‘Look, the Nighthawks aren’t trying to kill the Baron. СКАЧАТЬ