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.Normal procedure, sir.Another blow landed in the bloody pulp that had once been hisbuttocks.He had answered this round of questions, yelling, howling andcrying like a little child.Finally it seemed they had asked all theywanted to know. Please, please, he had yammered, exhausted and beaten down, no more, make it stop, make it stop.The man had looked at him and had come nearer. Of course, sir, of course I ll make it stop, he had said. 384 Andrew AshlingRullio and Lambert had barely started what was a very latebreakfast, or a very early lunch, when a large man entered the tavern,loudly yelling,  He s back and he s not alone.Rullio had learned a lot that morning.He had gone to the marketsand mingled among the people.Whenever he heard a little groupdiscussing current affairs and the coming war he had introducedhimself, explained he had just come back from a long voyage, andpolitely asked for more information.Most people were happy tooblige and to let their light shine on the situation and how it shouldbe solved.Deep in thought he had returned to The Weary Traveler.LittleAnaxantis had been busy, it seemed.It was almost unbelievable.Thesickly, fainting-prone boy he had known seemed to have the Marchesin an iron grip.How was this possible? Even more mysterious wasthe sudden disappearance of Ehandar the king had told him about.Nobody seemed to know exactly what had happened.Of course, thewhole story about the renunciation of his name and lineage must bea fabrication.How  and why  had it originated?Maybe the new arrival had some news about that too.The patrons at the large table looked up and spontaneouslymade room for the man to sit down.One of them filled a beaker withweak beer out of a large pitcher and after the man had emptied it, heleaned back and belched. Come on, Drogon, don t make us beg you, a middle aged, wiry Bonds of Fear 385man said. All right, all right, Drogon said. Well, I met these three youngfellows coming from Mirkadesh.On the run of course.Afraid to bedrafted in the Mirkadesh Guard.They almost ran into him and hisparty.They could just in time hide between some bushes.They werevery surprised as it seems he wasn t expected back for another twoweeks.But there he was with only about twenty soldiers and.He paused for dramatic effect.The others looked expectantly athim. If anybody ever doubted the Warlord, they can stop now. And are you going to tell us why? a prematurely balding youngmerchant asked. Of course, Sim, of course.But didn t I hear you say the other daythat he was too young? That we would better move our businessesand ourselves southward? Put a nice distance between ourselvesand the barbarians?Sim shrugged. It seemed common sense.It still does.What do you expect froma pampered little princeling? And didn t I tell you he wasn t just some good-for-nothing royaloffshoot.Oh no, my good sir, he isn t.It s not just how he made thenobles piss in their pants, or how he rallied the whole province, nosir, for me it was how he wound old Fraleck around his little pinkythat removed all doubt.I know people who have done business withthe old fart and let me tell you  Yeah, yeah, first tell us what those cowardly bums fromMirkadesh saw. Ah yes, I almost forgot.Well, as I said, he was accompanied by 386 Andrew Ashlinga small guard and it seems he was keeping a good pace.It seems heneeds to be some  Drogon, damn you, tell us, Sim growled.Drogon looked triumphantly around the table. He has captured eight Mukthars.For a few moments everyone kept completely quiet, then they allbegan shouting at the same time.At that moment another man came running in the tavern. Have you heard? he yelled breathlessly. The prince-governoris back, and he has captured a bunch of Mukthar youngsters andthey re not even in chains.They re just following him.The confusion was complete now. Youngsters? How young? one man demanded to know. Not in chains? What if they escape? Imagine, barbarians couldbe running around doing the Gods may know what, another criedout.Drogon, miffed that the newcomer had stolen his thunder, let hisfist fall on the table. They wouldn t dare run away, he said. The Warlord may beyoung, but he is not someone to be trifled with and they know it.Besides, it shows how confident he is. Overconfident you mean, Sim said. Whom the Gods want todestroy they  Whom the Gods want to destroy they make say nonsense infront of Drogon, Drogon said, making a fist and shaking it at Sim,before hammering it once again on the table. How dare you? Thewar hasn t even started and already he has captured eight Mukthars. Bonds of Fear 387 Youngsters? How young [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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