The Complete Elenium Trilogy: The Diamond Throne, The Ruby Knight, The Sapphire Rose. David Eddings

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      ‘Oh, by the way, Berit,’ Sparhawk said.

      ‘My Lord?’

      ‘Don’t walk too close to the boy. He’s a thief and he can steal everything you own before you go ten paces.’

      ‘I’ll keep that in mind, my Lord.’

      A few minutes later, Berit came back escorting Talen.

      ‘I’ve got a problem, Sparhawk,’ the boy said.

      ‘Oh?’

      ‘Some of the primate’s men found out that I’ve been helping you. They’re looking for me all over Cimmura.’

      ‘I told you that you were going to get in trouble,’ Kurik growled at him. Then the squire looked at Sparhawk. ‘What do we do now?’ he asked. ‘I don’t want him locked up in the cathedral dungeon.’

      Sparhawk scratched his chin. ‘I guess he’ll have to go with us,’ he said, ‘at least as far as Demos.’ He grinned suddenly. ‘We can leave him with Aslade and the boys.’

      ‘Are you insane, Sparhawk?’

      ‘I thought you’d be delighted at the notion, Kurik.’

      ‘That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard in my life.’

      ‘Don’t you want him to get to know his brothers?’ Sparhawk looked at the boy. ‘How much did you steal from Berit here?’ he bluntly asked the young thief.

      ‘Not very much, really.’

      ‘Give it all back.’

      ‘I’m very disappointed in you, Sparhawk.’

      ‘Life is filled with disappointments. Now give it back.’

Chapter 11

      It was midafternoon when they rode across the drawbridge and onto the road leading to Demos and beyond. The wind still blew, but the sky was clearing. The long road stretching towards Demos was teeming with traffic. Carts and wagons rattled by, and drably dressed peasants with heavy bundles on their shoulders plodded slowly towards the market places of Cimmura. The raw winter wind bent the yellow grass at the sides of the road. Sparhawk rode a few paces in advance of the others, and the travellers on their way to Cimmura gave way to him. Faran was prancing again as they rode along at a steady trot.

      ‘Your horse seems restive, Sparhawk,’ the Patriarch Dolmant, wrapped in a heavy black ecclesiastical cloak over his cassock, observed.

      ‘He’s just showing off,’ Sparhawk replied back over his shoulder. ‘He has some notion that it impresses me.’

      ‘It gives him something to do while he’s waiting for the chance to bite somebody.’ Kalten laughed.

      ‘Is he vicious?’

      ‘It’s the nature of the war horse, your Grace,’ Sparhawk explained. ‘They’re bred for aggressiveness. In Faran’s case they just went too far.’

      ‘Has he ever bitten you?’

      ‘Once. Then I explained to him that I’d rather he didn’t do it any more.’

      ‘Explained?’

      ‘I used a stout stick. He got the idea almost immediately.’

      ‘We’re not going to get too far this afternoon, Sparhawk,’ Kurik called from his position at the rear of the party where he rode with their pair of pack horses. ‘We started late. There’s an inn I know of about a league ahead. What do you think of the idea of stopping there, getting a good night’s sleep, and starting out early in the morning?’

      ‘It makes sense, Sparhawk,’ Kalten agreed. ‘I don’t enjoy sleeping on the ground that much any more.’

      ‘All right,’ Sparhawk said. He glanced at Talen, who was riding a tired-looking bay horse beside Sephrenia’s white palfrey. The boy kept looking back over his shoulder apprehensively. ‘You’re being awfully quiet,’ he said.

      ‘Young people aren’t supposed to talk in the presence of their elders, Sparhawk,’ Talen replied glibly. ‘That’s one of the things they taught me in that school Kurik sent me to. I try to obey the rules – when it doesn’t inconvenience me too much.’

      ‘The young man is pert,’ Dolmant observed.

      ‘He’s also a thief, your Grace,’ Kalten warned. ‘Don’t get too close to him if you have any valuables about you.’

      Dolmant looked sternly at the boy. ‘Aren’t you aware of the fact that thievery is frowned upon by the Church?’

      ‘Yes,’ Talen sighed, ‘I know. The Church is very strait-laced about things like that.’

      ‘Watch your mouth, Talen,’ Kurik snapped.

      ‘I can’t, Kurik. My nose gets in the way.’

      ‘The lad’s depravity is perhaps understandable,’ Dolmant said tolerantly. ‘I doubt that he’s received much instruction in doctrine or morality.’ He sighed. ‘In many ways, the poor children of the streets are as pagan as the Styrics.’ He smiled slyly at Sephrenia, who rode with Flute bundled up in an old cloak in front of her saddle.

      ‘Actually, your Grace,’ Talen disagreed, ‘I attend Church services regularly and I always pay close attention to the sermons.’

      ‘That’s surprising,’ the Patriarch said.

      ‘Not really, your Grace,’ Talen said. ‘Most thieves go to church. The offertory provides all sorts of splendid opportunities.’

      Dolmant looked suddenly aghast.

      ‘Look at it this way, your Grace,’ Talen explained with mock seriousness. ‘The Church distributes money to the poor, doesn’t she?’

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘Well, I’m one of the poor, so I take my share when the plate goes by. It saves the Church all the time and trouble of looking me up to give me the money. I like to be helpful when I can.’

      Dolmant stared at him, then suddenly burst out laughing.

      Some few miles further along, they encountered a small band of people dressed in the crude, homespun tunics that identified them as Styrics. They were on foot and, as soon as they saw Sparhawk and the others, they ran fearfully out into a nearby field.

      ‘Why are they so frightened?’ Talen asked, puzzled.

      ‘News travels very rapidly in Styricum,’ Sephrenia replied, ‘and there have been incidents lately.’

      ‘Incidents?’

      Briefly, СКАЧАТЬ