Название | Krondor: The Assassins |
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Автор произведения | Raymond E. Feist |
Жанр | Зарубежное фэнтези |
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Издательство | Зарубежное фэнтези |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9780007352456 |
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1999
Copyright © Raymond E. Feist
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Source ISBN: 9780008311261
Ebook Edition © January 2018 ISBN: 9780007352456
Version: 2018-11-13
This book is dedicated to all the editors who have put up with, inspired, corrected, and aided me, to the ends of improving the work and making me look good: Adrian Zackheim, Nick Austin, Pat LoBrutto, Janna Silverstein, Malcolm Edwards, and my current guides: Jennifer Brehl and Jane Johnson.
Also, to Peter Schneider, who has done far more on my behalf than he realizes.
My deepest thanks to them all.
Raymond E. Feist
Rancho Santa Fe, CA
May, 1999
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Map
Chapter Seventeen: Misdirection
LINES OF SOLDIERS MARCHED ALONG THE RIDGE.
The baggage train had been broken into two segments, the first of which was now departing with the wounded and the dead who would be cremated with honours back in Krondor. Clouds of dust rose from the trail as wheels rolled and boots tramped towards home, the fine powder mixing with the acrid smoke from campfires as they were extinguished. The rising sun streamed through the haze, orange and pale gold, lances of colour in an otherwise grey morning. In the distance birds sang, ignoring the aftermath of battle.
Arutha, Prince of Krondor and ruler of the Western Realm of the Kingdom of the Isles, sat on his horse, taking a moment to enjoy the majesty of the sunrise and the serenade of the birds as he watched his men heading home. The fighting had been blessedly short but bloody, and while casualties were lighter than anticipated, he still hated to lose even one solider under his command. He let the beauty of the vista before him soothe his frustration and regret