Название: The Mist and the Lightning. Part III
Автор: Ви Корс
Издательство: ЛитРес: Самиздат
Жанр: Героическая фантастика
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They ran around all nearby streets and alleys. "He couldn't walk far, he's hiding like a rat," they said.
Squint-Eye paid a coin to a boy and picked up his horse.
"Something has happened up there," the boy-servant said. "I'd like to go and see but I can't, my master will beat me."
Squint-Eye didn't answer anything. When he reached the gates of the Upper City, the first sounds of alarm came; the guards got worried, and the watchman started giving a signal in reply. It meant that the Upper City would be closed now. Squint-Eye crossed the border of the Upper City and the gates were shut behind him. He spurred the horse and turned to one of the Lower City's streets going to 'Backara' and Orel.
* * *
"Bring him." Orel pressed his hands against the table, leaned back as if trying to push the table away from him.
"And if he locked the door?"
"Knock it out, for fuck's sake! Lis, do I need to explain you such things?" Orel said in exasperation continuing to push against the table. Two front legs of his armchair rose in the air dangerously.
Lis smoked; his whole appearance expressed his unwillingness. But he decided not to annoy Orel and walked out of the room.
The door to Squint-Eye's room was unlocked. Squint-Eye lay on the bed, over the furs, fully dressed, with his weapon and in dirty boots; he only tossed his mask on the floor.
"Orel calls for you," Lis said gloomily. He stopped in the doorway, clearly unwilling to stay here longer, and shook the ash from his cigarette on the floor. Squint-Eye got up heavily without even looking at Lis, coughed thickly. His short tousled hair fell onto his face. Lis winced.
"Don't dally, you dirt, everyone is waiting for you," he said turning away.
Squint-Eye raised his head abruptly. If only Lis could see this gaze! But Lis had already turned away and left.
* * *
Squint-Eye sat down silently in the place Orel pointed for him. It was not his place but this way he sat right opposite his master.
"Well, talk," Orel said unkindly. "What have you done?"
Squint-Eye didn't look at anyone and kept silent.
"Listen, Bert, don't get on my nerves! Look here and stop making this dumb face!"
Squint-Eye looked at Orel obediently with his only eye; it was void of any expression.
"He's drugged up to his ears!" Lis said.
"Why are you so moody, Squint-Eye?" Tol asked; he stopped digging with a fork in his teeth and spat on the floor.
"Shit, don't spit on the carpet, it's not stables here!" Orel exclaimed.
"Fuck off, Tol," Squint-Eye said and laughed.
"Whom are you telling to fuck off?" Tol got up.
Squint-Eye leaned back against the back of the chair; his shoulders shook in laughter.
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