"This I ask is, "he said, with a pronounced Southern accent, the tall man and the head shaved. Pulled back the curtain of silk out on the terrace: thirty feet below the city was teeming with life, a dense network of streets and alleys rises just above the two capes that enclose the bay, some ships sailed the placid waters of the lagoon.
"The mercenaries who are used to Saarna you ask a young prince, my prince will not agree to wage a war for a feud that does not concern us."
Ghared was furious with himself. Nor is it supposed to be there, to beg this hypocrite.
"First Counsellor Musad, we both know the ruler of this kingdom is a kid loose spineless. You are, in fact, to exercise power. In the name of friendship that have always distinguished our people will ask you to do everything possible to help me. When I get what I have deprived you will be rewarded with the murder, the whole kingdom of Saarna will be, you have my word. "
"Your word, Prince? How many still consider you worthy of the title? You're asking me to deprive my kingdom of men, to fight your personal war. "Musad said, smoothing the lace thin beard hanging from his chin.
"However, maybe I can do something about the ship that you asked me. In the meantime, I will reflect. I dragons could be useful ... their security could be part of the fee that will be up to my ... the reign of His Excellency, my lord. But now I ask you to follow me, you will be hungry. "
There was something unconvincing in Musad, Ghared thought as I followed him into the sumptuous room and then down the broad stairway leading to the Gardens. He did not trust him, but had no choice. He had been captured by a patrol shortly after the border and had to reveal his identity before we can hold him: he had been taken in the presence of Musad, a man who had known the first time during a diplomatic mission of his father. Would not accept food or accommodation and would leave obtained as soon as the ship: these were the thoughts of Ghared as he crossed the gardens, the great green oasis around the royal palace, separated from the bustle of the city by a wall ten feet tall.
He noticed something was wrong when he was blinded by a reflection of the thick branches of a hedge, men in armor, at least a dozen, hiding behind hedges and columns of the park, was surrounded.
He stopped drawing his sword: "What does Musad?"
The palace guards in armor and armed with spades and went out into the open.
"Did you really think I would have alienated the people from the helmets of a wolf? The one you call Usurper defeats the dragon, and perhaps has already finished his company, you promise fantasies and legends. Tell me, young prince, as protecting themselves from the prey, the hunter when you can have on your side? Your flight ends here. Capture it. "
Ghared drew his sword while the first peak came upon him. He had already decided to flee beyond the walls, just had to get to the fountain against the wall that would allow him to bypass the obstacle.
Scart abruptly avoiding the rods which crashed to the ground, it diverted another with the sword, following the length and reaching to its owner: the blade penetrated with force, just above the sternum. He took the blade and the body slumped to the ground and a spear pierced him the left shoulder: two tranches with the auction and the next shot the arm of the soldier who challenged; enemies reluctant to violence Ghared shots, which took the opportunity to inflict another deadly thrust race through the first launch Gardens.
He felt his shoulder throb when she jumped over the wall, landing on the pavement. Before he departed to a busy street, right and left, two guards were heading quickly toward him. He ran into the crowd, making their way, got on a cart pushed to the ground and the driver summoned the galloping horse by starting a dizzying ride on the street. While passers-by the way and crates and exploding barrels spreading their contenuto per strada, si diresse verso la porta della città più vicina.
Il segnale di sbarrare le porte arrivò tardi e Ghared riuscì a oltrepassare il portale sotto una pioggia di frecce: era illeso ma il cavallo aveva un dardo conficcato nella parte alta della zampa posteriore. Voltandosi vide che era inseguito da un gruppo di cavalieri.
Decise di inoltrarsi nella vegetazione deviando bruscamente a sinistra. A quella velocità il carro era incontrollabile e andò a sbattere diverse volte contro gli alberi finché non si sfasciò, proiettando Ghared contro un tronco. Si alzò malamente, con un forte dolore al petto e la schiena ormai lorda del sangue perso dalla ferita alla spalla. Gli inseguitori erano in vista, molti, più than he could deal with those conditions and were advancing on foot.
bared his sword and headed into the thick vegetation, cutting into the tangle of branches of plants growing in the hot region. He fled, until they came to a moss-covered rock face from which flowed a small waterfall, forming a pool of clear water, and behind it, a cave is made in a wall.
Ghared he stopped, touched his forehead with a real symbol on the hilt of his sword and waited. "Father help me
" AMNORATH! "He shouted, throwing the battle cry of his dynasty.
The first soldier appeared from the trees with a hoarse cry, the Prince avoided his lunge and hit between the shoulder and neck of the unfortunate. He picked up his spear and hurled it against the dead man that the next hit in the chest collapsed with a groan softly. Two others sprang up and rushed up to him, they fell less rapidly, and was wounded in the right thigh. New opponents and came back to the pool of water now face ten men. Wounded and with blurred vision, Ghared gathered forces to launch the last time the cry of his race: the roar thundered with a surprising power, more like a roar, and the air vibrated his strength spread and make it terrifying. The young prince fell on his knees, watching in disbelief The soldiers fled in terror. He could not understand, was his cry? While the forces abandoned looked at her reflection in the pool could not be ... ... that it was not him ... it was ...
fell back, and everything was white.
Katya stood majestic, peering through the branches to ensure that they had escaped. He bowed his head toward the young brave. It was when he lost by Kurgan and children who could not hear a word friend, the boy had uttered the words that sealed the bond of blood, the family motto that once reigned in the Great Valley. Gently picked up the wounded boy and entered the cave.
Alessandro Bertoni
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