Книга только для ознакомления
.
"I would like to talk to you alone. My name is Fen
Sunbrother," the half-elf said in a low voice. He had a
swarthy complexion and his mixed background gave him
exotic features. A thin beard attested to the fact that his
human half had at least some dominance. "What are you
called?"
Tremaine hesitated. While Solamnia had been built on
the principles of justice and fairness, mixed breeds like Fen
Sunbrother were not accepted members of society. It may
have been that his own desperate situation made the knight
more tolerant, for he found himself replying, "I am Arryl
Tremaine."
"We are both outcasts, it appears." Fen indicated the
empty benches around them. "You hardly seem the type
who should be here. Knight of Solamnia, yes?"
"I am a Knight of the Order of the Sword."
"Thought that." Fen glanced warily around, as if he
expected someone to be spying on their conversation. "You
need not tell me, but I would be interested to know for what
reason you are here."
"I am innocent of wrongdoing. I came to the aid of a
man being beaten. I did not know the bullies beating him
were city guardsmen."
The half-elf gave him a sour smile. "Crime enough
here, depending on the situation
|
