Dragonsbane. Barbara Hambly

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Название Dragonsbane
Автор произведения Barbara Hambly
Жанр Морские приключения
Серия Winterlands
Издательство Морские приключения
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9780008374198



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      DRAGONSBANE

      BOOK ONE OF THE WINTERLANDS QUARTET

      Barbara Hambly

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      First published by Del Rey 1985

      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1988

      Copyright © Barbara Hambly 1985

      Map © Shelly Shapiro

      Cover illustration © Nakonechnyi Jaroslav

      Cover design by Andrew Davis © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

      Barbara Hambly asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008374181

      Ebook Edition © October 2019 ISBN: 9780008374198

      Version: 2019-10-14

       Dedication

      For Allan

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Maps

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

      About the Author

      Also by Barbara Hambly

      About the Publisher

       Maps

A map of the Realm of the King A map of Bel and its environs

       ONE

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      BANDITS OFTEN LAY in wait in the ruins of the old town at the fourways—Jenny Waynest thought there were three of them this morning.

      She was not sure any more whether it was magic which told her this, or simply the woodcraftiness and instinct for the presence of danger that anyone developed who had survived to adulthood in the Winterlands. But as she drew rein short of the first broken walls, where she knew she would still be concealed by the combination of autumn fog and early morning gloom beneath the thicker trees of the forest, she noted automatically that the horse droppings in the sunken clay of the roadbed were fresh, untouched by the frost that edged the leaves around them. She noted, too, the silence in the ruins ahead; no coney’s foot rustled the yellow spill of broomsedge cloaking the hill slope where the old church had been, the church sacred to the Twelve Gods beloved of the old Kings. She thought she smelled the smoke of a concealed fire near the remains of what had been a crossroads inn, but honest men would have gone there straight and left a track in the nets of dew that covered the weeds all around. Jenny’s white mare Moon Horse pricked her long ears at the scent of other beasts, and Jenny wind-whispered to her for silence, smoothing the raggedy mane against the long neck. But she had been looking for all those signs before she saw them.

      She settled into stillness in the protective cloak of fog and shadow, like a partridge blending with the brown of the woods. She was a little like a partridge herself, dark and small and nearly invisible in the dull, random plaids of the northlands; a thin, compactly built woman, tough as the roots of moorland heather. After a moment of silence, she wove her magic into a rope of mist and cast it along