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

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СКАЧАТЬ Every so often a Troll goes crazy. If he comes down into the valleys where Elenes live and starts killing cows – or people – we have to hunt him down.’

      ‘I’ve heard that they’re fairly large.’

      ‘Yes. Fairly.’

      ‘Isn’t it a bit dangerous to fight one with only chain mail armour?’

      ‘It’s not too bad, really. They only use clubs. A man might get his ribs broken sometimes, but that’s about all.’

      ‘Wouldn’t full armour be an advantage?’

      ‘Not if you have to cross any rivers – and we have a lot of rivers in Thalesia. A man can peel off a mail shirt even if he’s sitting on the bottom of a river. It might be a little hard to hold your breath long enough to get rid of a full suit of armour, though.’

      ‘That makes sense.’

      ‘We thought so ourselves. We had a preceptor a while back who thought that we should wear full armour like the other orders – for the sake of appearances. We threw one of our brothers dressed in a mail shirt into the harbour at Emsat. He got out of his shirt and came to the surface in about a minute. The preceptor was wearing full armour. When we threw him in, he didn’t come back up. Maybe he found something more interesting to do down there.’

      ‘You drowned your preceptor?’ Sparhawk asked in astonishment.

      ‘No,’ Ulath corrected. ‘His armour drowned him. Then we elected Komier as preceptor. He’s got better sense than to make foolish suggestions like that.’

      ‘You Genidians appear to be an independent sort of order. You actually elect your own preceptors?’

      ‘Don’t you?’

      ‘Not really, no. We send a panel of names to the Hierocracy and let them do the choosing.’

      ‘We make it easier for them. We only send them one name.’

      Kalten came back down the road at a canter. The big blond man had been riding about a quarter of a mile in the lead to scout out possible danger. ‘There’s something strange up ahead, Sparhawk,’ he said tensely.

      ‘How do you mean strange?’

      ‘There’s a pair of Pandions at the top of the next hill.’ There was a slightly strained note in Kalten’s voice, and he was visibly sweating.

      ‘Who are they?’

      ‘I didn’t go up there to ask.’

      Sparhawk looked sharply at his friend. ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked.

      ‘I’m not sure,’ Kalten replied. ‘I just had a strong feeling that I shouldn’t go near them, for some reason. I think they want to talk with you. Don’t ask me where I got that idea either.’

      ‘All right,’ Sparhawk said. ‘I’ll go see what they want.’ He spurred Faran into a gallop and thudded up the long slope of the road towards the hilltop. The two mounted men wore black Pandion armour, but they gave none of the customary signs of greeting as Sparhawk approached, and neither of them raised his visor. Their horses were peculiarly gaunt, almost skeletal.

      ‘What is it, brothers?’ Sparhawk asked, reining Faran in a few yards from the pair. He caught a momentary whiff of an unpleasant smell, and for some reason a chill ran through him.

      One of the armoured figures turned slightly and pointed a steel-clad arm down into the next valley. He did not speak, but appeared to be pointing at a winter-denuded elm grove at one side of the road about a half-mile farther on.

      ‘I don’t quite –’ Sparhawk started; then he caught the sudden glint of sunlight on polished steel among the spidery branches of the grove. He shaded his eyes with one hand and peered intently at the cluster of trees. He saw a hint of movement and another flash of reflected light. ‘I see,’ he said gravely. ‘Thank you, my brothers. Would you care to join us in routing the ambushers waiting below?’

      For a long moment, neither black-armoured figure responded, then one of them inclined his head in assent. They both moved then, one to either side of the road, and sat their horses, waiting.

      Puzzled by their strange behaviour, Sparhawk rode back down the road to rejoin the others. ‘We’ve got some trouble up ahead,’ he reported. ‘There’s a group of armed men hiding in a grove of trees in the next valley.’

      ‘An ambush?’ Tynian asked.

      ‘People don’t usually hide unless they’ve got some mischief in mind.’

      ‘Could you tell how many there are?’ Bevier asked, loosening his Lochaber from its sling on his saddlebow.

      ‘Not really.’

      ‘One way to find out,’ Ulath said, reaching for his axe.

      ‘Who are the two Pandions?’ Kalten asked nervously.

      ‘They didn’t say.’

      ‘Did they give you the same kind of feeling they gave me?’

      ‘What kind of feeling?’

      ‘As if my blood had just frozen.’

      Sparhawk nodded. ‘Something like that,’ he admitted. ‘Kurik,’ he said then, ‘you and Berit take Sephrenia, Flute, and Talen to some place out of sight.’

      The squire nodded curtly.

      ‘All right then, gentlemen,’ Sparhawk said to the other knights, ‘let’s go and have a look.’

      They started out at a rolling trot, five armoured knights mounted on war horses and wielding a variety of unpleasant-looking weapons. At the top of the hill they were joined by the two silent men in black armour. Once again Sparhawk caught the unpleasant smell, and once again his blood ran strangely cold.

      ‘Has anybody got a horn?’ Tynian asked. ‘We should let them know we’re coming.’

      Ulath unbuckled one of his saddlebags and took out the curled and twisted horn of some animal. It was quite large and had a brass mouthpiece at its tip.

      ‘What kind of an animal has horns like that?’ Kalten asked him.

      ‘Ogre,’ Ulath replied. Then he set the mouthpiece to his lips and blew a shattering blast.

      ‘For the glory of God and the honour of the Church!’ Bevier exclaimed, rising in his stirrups and flourishing his Lochaber.

      Sparhawk drew his sword and drove his spurs into Faran’s flanks. The big horse plunged eagerly ahead, his ears laid back and his teeth bared.

      There were shouts of chagrin from the elm grove as the Church Knights plunged down the hill at a gallop with the grass whipping at the legs of their chargers. Then perhaps eighteen armoured men on horseback broke out of their concealment and rode out into the open to meet the charge.

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