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.The winner's purse is too tempting, and the crowd doesn't like a coward."A guard approached their group."I'm to escort you down," he said to Ruen.Ruen turned to follow the guard down a ladder."Stay at the rail where I can see you," he told Icelin and Sull."This will likely take all night.""Good luck," Sull said doubtfully.He stood shoulder to shoulder with Icelin at the nil.Both were too tense for conversation.There was no formal announcement when the fighters came into the Cradle—no names, no mention of how many victories each entrant had won.The crowd cheered their favorites and jeered others, according to no pattern Icelin could see.She waited for the crowd's reaction when Ruen entered the Cradle.Would they favor him?After what seemed like an eternity, she saw his old leather hat bob into view as he came up a short flight of stairs to the platform on the far side of the Cradle.Hushed murmurs ranthrough the spectators when they caught sight of him.He removed his hat and handed it to one of the guards standing at the bottom of the steps.When he returned to the platform, he raised both hands in the air, like a conductor readying his minstrels.He bowed low—Icelin could have sworn he winked at her as he straightened.The crowd erupted in wild applause."Seems they like 'im," Sull said."We should take that as a good sign."Icelin nodded absently.She was waiting to see Ruen's opponent." 'E's a stick, this one," wheezed a man standing at Icelin's elbow."Maltreth's gonna break him, you watch now.""Oh, really," Icelin said, her temper prickling."The crowd doesn't share your opinion.""Ha!" The man slapped the rail."Don't jingle your coins on this bunch.They're only cheering the poor bastard 'cause they know what's coming.Crowd loves to see the little ones get squished.Borbus!" he shouted across the deck.A pudgy man with skin the color of prunes looked up."What're the odds on the skinny boy?""Ten to one, Sheems," the man shouted back."There's a side bet says the sharks get to cut their teeth on 'im.""You want in on that?" Sheems said, turning back to Icelin.Icelin didn't bother to reply.She was watching Ruen stride confidently out to his starting platform.He waved to the roaring crowd, a lopsided grin stretched across his normally expressionless face.Icelin had never seen him look that pleased with himself."Gods give me strength," she murmured."Tell me he's just playing the crowd, Sull.If he doesn't keep his wits, he'll get his head bit off out there.""Among other parts of'im," Sull said, pointing to the other side of the Cradle.A man stepped away from the guards and climbed the stairs.He was not as big as Icelin had feared, but his musculature far outstripped Ruen's wiry frame.He carried a long, barb-tailed whip in his right hand.On his left, he wore a pair of polished brass knuckles.The guard holding Ruen's hat stepped forward, raising his sword to silence the crowd.He then turned to Ruen and said something that Icelin and the watching crowd couldn't hear.Icelin saw Ruen shake his head.The guard's face scrunched up in confusion, and he said something else, more emphatically this time.Ruen shook his head again.The same lopsided, complacent grin was still plastered to his face.The crowd was starting to get restless, stamping their feet and whistling.This seemed to galvanize the guard, who waved a hand at Ruen as if to say, "good luck," and walked back down the stairs.Maltreth, the man with the whip, assumed a crouched stance on his platform.Ruen stood, weaponless, with his arms loose at his sides."He was tryin' to get Ruen to take a weapon," Sull said, nodding to where the guard stood at the base of the stairs.A whip dangled from his right wrist."Guess Ruen didn't need it," Sull said uncertainly.The guard raised his sword again, and an ear-piercing whistle sounded from somewhere above their heads.It must have been the starting whistle, for Ruen's opponent immediately charged forward, leaping from his platform to the one floating adjacent.He swung his whip and snapped it above the water.Shouts and wild applause erupted from the crowd."He's a peacock," Icelin said."Strutting around like that's a waste of energy." She switched her attention to Ruen, but the man still hadn't moved.He stood, his arms at his sides, watching Maltreth with a bored expression."Oh, that's perfect," she murmured."What?" Sull said.Icelin noticed he was gripping the rail as hard as she."What's he doing?""Baiting him," Icelin said, "drawing him in.But he can't keep it up for long.The whip has reach.The barbs will tear him open."Maltreth jumped again, and this time when the whip cracked, the edge of Ruen's platform splintered."That's done it.He'll have to move now," Sull said."What's he waiting for?""I don't know.Oh, gods, he wouldn't go that far, would he?""What?""Move.Move!" Icelin shouted, but the crowd drowned out her voice.Crack."Maltreth takes the first bite!" Sheems yelled gleefully from next to her.Sull cursed.Icelin gripped his hand.A dark stain soaked through Ruen's sleeve.The barbs tangled in cloth and flesh.Ruen staggered back, clutching his injured arm.He slid to his knees amid thunderous applause from the crowd.They might as well have been foaming at the mouth, Icelin thought.Maltreth grinned at Ruen.He let the whip sway in his hands, swinging it back and forth like a skipping rope.The force was not enough to dislodge the barbs, but the whip pulled and tore new gashes in Ruen's skin.He's waiting for Ruen to make a move so he can pull the whip out, Icelin thought.No matter what Ruen did, the wound would tear open when the barbs came out.Why had he let himself be hit? Icelin had seen Ruen fight.He could have dodged the blow easily.She saw Maltreth take a step forward, then another, and suddenly Icelin wasn't paying attention to Ruen anymore.She was focused on Maltreth's shuffling steps, and rememberingthe way Ruen had dodged Cerest's attacks in the warehouse.Maltreth was far less graceful than the elf.His body was painfully readable."It can't be that easy," Icelin said."What?" Sull repeated, with a look of anxious annoyance."If you're going to map out the battle, lass, at least let me in on the outcome.""Watch," Icelin commanded.Maltreth shuffled another step and jerked the whip.Ruen howled in pain.Icelin couldn't hear the sound, but she saw his face twist in agony.The whip hadn't come out of his wound [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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