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."What did he tell you?" Cyric laughed."It is hardly likely that I would ever reveal important information to someone like you."The wild-eyed Zhentish soldier growled, and Tyzack moved close to Cyric.The thief silently calculated how quickly he could take Tyzack's weapon from him.As he stared at the black-haired Zhentilar's sword, a glint of sunlight reflected from Slater's crossbow.Not quick enough, Cyric realized, and he relaxed his stance slightly."Telling us now might be the prudent thing to do," Tyzack said softly."Especially if you're concerned with your own survival.""No," Cyric said coldly.He turned to the other Zhentish soldiers and said, "My words are for Lord Bane alone.It was the Black Lord himself who gave me my orders.I will reveal what I have found only to him."The Zhentilar mumbled among themselves or silently fidgeted at the thief's proclamation.At least I raised the stakes at the right time, Cyric thought.Now they're afraid to kill me.Tyzack sheathed his sword and walked to Cyric's side again."Well," the black-haired man said, "the Black Lord awaits us in Scardale, in the body of Fzoul Chembryl." He paused and looked at the rest of the Company of the Scorpions."You'll have your chance to see him there, Cyric."The thief was both relieved and horrified at the same time.Not only was he being taken to the God of Strife, who would certainly kill him, but the god's avatar was a man Cyric had severely wounded in the Battle of Shadowdale.The hawk-nosed man's mouth went dry as he remembered firing an arrow into Fzoul's chest at the Ashaba Bridge.Tyzack moved away from Cyric and the huntsmen.The leader of the Zhentilar addressed his second-in-command."Do you have a suggestion, Croxton? For our guests, I mean?""Let them tight one another to the death," the red-bearded fighter snapped."Whoever lives, we let go.But he'll have to kill his friend first.""Splendid!" Tyzack roared and returned to his mount.Reaching into a pouch in his saddle, Tyzack withdrew a fresh red apple.The Zhentilar bit into the apple, his teeth piercing it to the core.He swallowed the bite and said, "We'll include our new friend in the game, too.After all, a properly trained Zhentilar should have no problems dispatching these two sorry dogs from Shadowdale.What say you, Cyric?"The thief looked at Yarbro and Mikkel, then nodded.If they have to die for me to go on living, even for a little while, that's fine by me."Just give me a weapon, and we'll get this over with quickly," he hissed."But remember, Lord Bane will hear about this.""Hmmm," Tyzack said and rubbed his chin."I wouldn't want you to get hurt, but."Eccles snarled and yelled, "If he dies, then he was living in the first place! The Black Lord will protect him if he really is a loyal Zhentilar spy!"The other Zhentilar nodded in agreement."It's settled, then," Tyzack muttered.The black-haired man leaned close to Cyric and whispered, "It seems that this is the only game available to you, friend.I would urge you to play it out." He paused for a moment, then added, "I won't let you get hurt.Remember that in your report."Cyric looked at the company's leader and nodded."Clear these horses away and give us some room."Tyzack looked to Croxton."Disarm the dalesmen."As the last of the horses was led away, the Company of the Scorpions formed a circle around the combatants.Mikkel began to back away from Yarbro and Cyric."We can't do this!" the bald fisherman said, his voice quavering with fear."Please, Yarbro! Even if we manage to kill the spy, they'll expect us to turn on each other.Then they'll kill the survivor.We've got to fight them, not each other!"Slater, still holding her crossbow, began to laugh."Yes, come and fight us."Yarbro's face was set."Though you'll likely kill me for it, I'll not raise a hand against my comrade," the guard said as he turned to Cyric."But I'll gladly see this one die before I rush to Myrkul's realm."Moving toward Cyric, Yarbro reached out and tried to grab the thief.The dark, lean shadow of a man darted out of the way and moved past the young guard with ease.Yarbro cursed and followed.He reached for Cyric again, but again the thief avoided him."Look at them dance!" Croxton cried [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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