Murder in LaMut: Legends of the Riftwar: Book II by Raymond E. Feist & Joel Rosenberg

Author:Raymond E. Feist & Joel Rosenberg [Feist, Raymond E.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins e-books
Published: 2009-10-13T00:00:00+00:00

Durine turned the corner close to the wall of the keep. The overhanging buttresses above had kept the lee side of the fortress relatively free of the huge drifts which made progress anywhere else almost impossible. He walked along the entire side of the keep, attempting to keep snow out of his boots, determined to reach the barracks by the shortest route possible without having to dig his way through shoulder-high drifts.

He was about to turn a corner which would bring him within sight of the marshalling yard and the barracks when a beefy soldier in a heavy cloak came into view, with three others marching single file behind him. Barely enough room for one man to pass meant that someone was going to have to back up.

The soldier stopped and said, ‘Make way, freebooter.’

Durine knew what was coming next, but he thought he should at least make some attempt to resolve this matter without having to risk breaking the man’s head or his own knuckles. ‘You’re but a half-dozen steps from the sally port you just walked through; it would be far less difficult for me if you’d back up to let me pass.’

‘Less difficult for you?’ said the soldier, rubbing his red-bearded chin as if considering the request. ‘But then, I have no concerns for what is more or less difficult for you. There are four of us and only one of you. It would be better for you to turn around and make way for us.’

Durine looked at the other three men, who were watching the big soldier and Durine with some amusement. ‘There is that,’ said Durine as if considering the matter. Then with speed unexpected in so big a man, Durine took one quick step forward and unleashed a thunderous blow at the man’s head. He hit the large soldier so hard he spun around, allowing Durine to catch him under the arms. With a quick lift, Durine picked up the man, and slung him across his shoulders in the same sort of way as Kethol might hoist a stag he had taken in a hunt. Then Durine moved forward till he was looking down at the next soldier in line and said, ‘I think we should get your friend back inside, don’t you?’

This short soldier went pale and nodded. Then he pushed his way past his two companions who quickly seized upon the wisdom of retreating before the huge mercenary. The three of them swiftly made their way back to the sally port and one of them opened the door. Durine dumped the huge soldier unceremoniously at the threshold and turned him over. He rummaged through the man’s belt purse and withdrew a pair of silver coins.

One of the soldiers said, ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

Durine looked at the man with his brows furrowed and said loudly, ‘I don’t fight for free!’ He pocketed the coins and turned his back on the men, then focused on breasting his way through the snow, across the marshalling yard, to the barracks.

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