Krondor: The Betrayal by Raymond E. Feist

Author:Raymond E. Feist
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 0006483348
Publisher: Harper Collins Publishers Ltd
Published: 2008-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN - Escape

A pebble clattered down the hillside.

Gorath had his sword in hand before it stopped rolling, and said, ‘Owyn!’

The young man from Timons stood peering into the night, blind from having gazed at the campfire. From out of the darkness a voice spoke in a language Owyn didn’t comprehend. Arrows slammed into the dirt at Owyn’s feet, to emphasize whatever command was given.

Gorath said, ‘Don’t resist. We’re surrounded.’

A group of men and moredhel advanced into the light. One of them walked up to Gorath and looked him in the eyes a moment; then with as powerful a blow as he could muster, he struck Gorath across the face. Owyn looked at the moredhel, sure he had seen him before, but not certain where.

Then the moredhel advanced upon Owyn, and spoke the King’s Tongue. ‘You must have conspired with that walking garbage to kill my brother.’ Suddenly pain exploded in Owyn’s face as he was struck.

In shock and dizzy from the blow, Owyn lay on the ground. He realized that this must be the brother of the magician Nago, whom they had slain in Yellow Mule. To the two of them, Narab said, ‘I would happily put your head on a pike, human, and hoist it while I drag this traitor behind me from here to Sar-Sargoth, but I am going to give that pleasure to Delekhan.’ Turning to the others, he said, ‘Drug them, bind them, and bring their horses!’

Owyn was roughly pulled upright and a bitter drink was forced past his lips. He tried to spit it out and was hit hard across the face for his trouble. His head was cruelly pulled back and his nose held while the concoction was poured down his throat. He was forced to swallow. A few moments after he had, he felt his legs and arms growing leaden, his mind confused, and his vision hard to focus. He found his hands tied tightly behind him and a blindfold tied around his head. Then he was hoisted into his saddle by rough hands. Once there, his feet were lashed to his stirrups, and the horse was led away. Other men and dark elves appeared, leading horses, and Narab ordered them to mount. The nightmare ride began.

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