The Complete Conclave of Shadows Trilogy: Talon of the Silver Hawk, King of Foxes, Exile’s Return. Raymond E. Feist

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СКАЧАТЬ are we travelling this way?’ He had wanted to ask since they had left the island.

      ‘To broaden your knowledge,’ said Caleb. ‘It is much like any other thing, travelling; being told this or that about a place is one thing, but doing it is another. You will see a thousand sights and many will be different to what I see.’

      ‘Where are we going?’

      ‘From Krondor we find a caravan and travel to Malac’s Cross, the border between the Western and Eastern Realms of this Kingdom. From there we shall secure horses and travel to Salador. Both cities will offer you many opportunities for learning.’

      ‘Fair enough, but what are we to do when we reach Salador?’

      ‘Study,’ said Caleb, lying down upon his bunk. ‘Now, be still so I can take a nap until they call for supper.’

      ‘Study,’ Talon muttered. ‘It seems to be my life.’

      ‘And as such, it’s a fair one. Now be quiet.’

      

      The boat nestled alongside the quay as a dockhand fended it off the stonework then tied off the bowlines. Talon stepped ashore, followed by Caleb. A man wearing an armband bearing a crest depicting an eagle flying over a mountain peak approached, looked them up and down, and spoke in a bored manner. ‘Where are you from?’

      ‘Crydee,’ said Caleb.

      ‘You arrived on a Keshian ship.’

      ‘It was the first one leaving the Far Coast when we decided to come this way,’ Caleb replied in an affable manner.

      ‘Well, if you’re Kingdom citizens, that’s fair enough.’ The man walked on, leaving Caleb and Talon alone.

      ‘That’s it?’ said Talon.

      ‘It’s an era of peace, so they say.’ Caleb motioned for Talon to follow him. ‘At least here in the west. King Ryan has pledged his daughter in marriage to the nephew of the Empress of Great Kesh, and the Emperor of Queg has a cousin who is wed to King Ryan’s younger son. Trading with the Free Cities is brisk, and the Governor of Durbin is keeping his “privateers” on a short leash. Hasn’t been a major conflict in seven years.’

      As they climbed the stone steps from the quayside to the road above, Caleb added, ‘It’s in the east where things are balanced on a razor’s edge, and that’s where you’ll find yourself subject to far more intense scrutiny than here.’

      They walked down a street towards the centre of the city. When Talon craned his neck, he could see a castle to the south of the harbour. ‘That’s where the Prince lives?’

      ‘Prince Matthew, son of King Ryan. King Patrick’s been dead for less than two years and Matthew is still a youngster, less than fourteen years of age.’ Caleb said, ‘But he’s not the power in the city, anyway.’

      ‘Who is?’

      ‘Two brothers, the Jamisons. James is Duke of Krondor, as his grandfather was before him, and they say he’s nearly as wily as his legendary grandpa. His younger brother Dashel is a rich businessman. It’s said whatever James doesn’t control, Dashel does. They’re dangerous men, by any measure.’

      ‘I’ll remember that,’ said Talon.

      ‘Well, it’s unlikely that you’ll ever make either man’s acquaintance, but stranger things have been known to happen. Here we are.’

      Talon looked up and saw that they were standing before an inn, a sign above it bearing the faded image of a grinning face, a man with a dark beard wearing a plumed hat. Below it was written, ‘Admiral Trask’.

      Caleb pushed open the door and they stepped into a smoky room, the air thick with the smell of roasting meat, tobacco smoke, spilled ale and wine. Talon’s eyes began to water.

      Caleb pushed his way past several dock men, sailors and travellers, until he reached the counter. The innkeeper looked up and grinned. ‘Caleb! It’s been too long, old friend!’

      ‘Randolph,’ answered Caleb, taking his hand. ‘This is Talon. Do you have a room?’

      ‘Yes,’ said the innkeeper. ‘You can have your pick. The one in the back?’

      ‘Yes,’ said Caleb, understanding the question.

      ‘Are you hungry?’

      Caleb smiled. ‘Always.’

      ‘Then sit down and I’ll have the girl fetch you your supper. Any baggage?’

      ‘You know I travel light.’ Talon and Caleb both carried all their gear in light packs which they wore across their shoulders.

      The innkeeper tossed a heavy iron key to Caleb, who caught it neatly. ‘Sit,’ he said, ‘and then retire when you’re of a mind to.’

      They took their seats and in a moment a girl appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray on which rested an abundant heap of steaming food: hot chicken, roasted duck, a slab of lamb, and steamed vegetables.

      When she placed the tray on the table, Talon glanced up and his mouth fell open. He started to rise, but a firm hand from Caleb pushed him back into his chair. Lela looked down at him with a friendly smile, but there was no hint of recognition in her eyes. ‘Can I bring you drinks, fellows?’

      ‘Ale,’ Caleb said, and she hurried off.

      ‘What—?’

      Caleb spoke in a low voice, ‘She’s not who you think she is.’

      In less than a minute, the girl returned with two large pewter jacks filled with foaming ale. ‘What’s your name, girl?’ asked Caleb.

      ‘Roxanne,’ she replied, ‘sir. Is there anything else?’

      ‘No,’ said Caleb, and the girl left them.

      Softly, Talon said, ‘That was Lela.’

      ‘No,’ said Caleb. ‘You’re mistaken.’

      Talon looked at his friend and then nodded curtly. ‘Yes, I must be mistaken.’

      They ate in silence.

      

      They spent three days in Krondor, making arrangments to travel with a caravan. Caleb and Talon would serve as guards, in exchange for transportation and food. The caravan master was pleased not to have to pay the mercenary bonus, and counted himself fortunate.

      The mystery of why Lela was working at the inn under the name of Roxanne was not discussed, and Talon assumed it was yet another of those things which might never be explained to him. Yet it was oddly reassuring to discover a familiar face in such strange surroundings, even if under circumstances that could only be called bizarre.

      Krondor was a revelation to Talon, for while Latagore had seemed fabulous to his untutored eyes when he had visited it for the first time, it seemed a provincial village compared to the capital of the Western Realm СКАЧАТЬ