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.The two occasionally paused on their mock quest to beat each other or embrace frantically.Then Cyric would sneak in, getting closer and closer to stealing the Tablets of Fate.Something different caused the thief to be captured each time - and each time he tricked the foolish duo into letting him go.The old prig's good at his job.I'll say that much for him," came a whispered voice at Vrakk's ear."Go 'way," the orc rumbled, not bothering to look at Ivlisar.The body snatcher snorted in mock outrage."Fine way to treat a chum, this is.Just because I haven't seen you in a tenday.Well, that can't be helped now, can it? Circumstances beyond our control and all that."Vrakk tried to look casual as he walked around the periphery of the audience, but the elf stuck to his side.The orc didn't need to see Ivlisar to know he'd been drinking; the body snatcher's breath sent the stench of cheap gin into the air with each syllable."It took me days to find you.""Wasted time," Vrakk grumbled."I'm leaving the city.""So?"Ivlisar stepped in front of the orc, his shoulders squared in something akin to military fashion.His rail-thin frame was hidden beneath a triple layer of overcoats, with a gray cloak wrapped around his shoulders.He moved almost as stiffly as the puppets battling violently across the stage, though his face was very much animated by shock and anger."Don't you care about my connections?" the elf asked, flushing red to the tips of his pointed ears."You need me, you know."Nervously Vrakk scanned the crowd.No priest nearby, though the grimacing novitiate who'd insulted him earlier was watching the puppet show close to the stage."We find another merchant.Bye.""This place isn't safe for dwarves or elves anymore," Ivlisar rambled."Just ask poor Hodur.And the church has no love of orcs.Why, I'm betting it'll soon be heresy to be born anything other than human.And those inquisitors - I hear Cyric's teaching 'em to read minds." He'd lost control now, the pent up fear making his voice much louder than discretion would have advised."Then you won't have to say anything against the church.You'll only need to-"The orc slapped a hand over Ivlisar's thin-lipped mouth."Shut up," he hissed.Some of the adults nearby had turned to look at the body snatcher, their attention drawn from the puppet show by his ranting."Stupid drunk," Vrakk shouted, shoving the elf to the cobbles."Go sleep it off.""Heresy!" someone cried.Vrakk looked up, ready to be confronted with the accusing fingers of the crowd around him.But it wasn't Ivlisar who'd drawn the ire of Cyric's faithful."That's not the way the story goes," the sour-faced novitiate shouted toward the stage."Cyric didn't need to steal the Tablets of Fate! You make our god out to be nothing more than a common thief!"The old showman peered over the top of the stage, along with the woman who apprenticed with him."B - But the church," Marvelius stammered."The patriarch approved this last year.He said the story happened this way.Look, I'll be glad to change-"It was far too late for apologies or retractions.Three inquisitors appeared, one to either side of the stage, one behind it.The gold-armored knights of Cyric shattered the rickety wooden box, shredding the brightly dyed curtains and awning.The crowd scattered then, screaming, and it was all Vrakk could do to keep them from trampling each other and the surrounding merchant stalls.Had the parents not hustled their children away at the first shouts of heresy, the scene would have been much more chaotic.Otto Marvelius remained a flashman until the end, trying to hide the fear in his voice as he said, "There's been a misunderstanding of local custom.Nothing more than that.We'll rectify any damage done and tithe a substantial sum to the church to – to – to pay for proper shows.They can be put on in this very marketplace."The puppeteer was still trying to smooth things over when one of the inquisitors drove a fist through his chest.Marvelius's apprentice took the attack not nearly so well.She screamed and curled up into a tight ball, no doubt hoping with all her heart she'd wake up at any moment and find this ghastliness a horrible dream.It wasn't to be; the remaining armored destroyers of heterodoxy pulled her messily into two gory halves.Then, after stomping all three puppets into shards, the inquisitors disappeared.Panic clouded Ivlisar's eyes as he clung to Vrakk."Please, I'm going to leave the city.""I don't care!" the orc shouted.He tried to pry the body snatcher from one arm, doing his best to slow the frenzied crowd with the other."Get me a pass."Vrakk stopped struggling, standing still at the center of the rushing mob.People crashed into his steel-muscled frame, but they found him as rooted as a thousand-year-old oak.Twice, Ivlisar was dragged a few steps away by the throng.Both times the elf struggled back, his pleading eyes locked on the orc's gray-green face.Then the mob was past, and the two stood face to face."I need a pass," Ivlisar repeated."I've no legal trade, so the city won't grant me one.You have to do this for me.Fzoul might be able-""Never say his name out loud," Vrakk said."I'll say more than that." Nervously Ivlisar twisted his long fingers into the hem of his cloak."Don't," Vrakk warned simply."If you don't get me a pass-"The body snatcher never finished the threat.Vrakk buried his sword deep in the elf's chest.Not the cleanest kill the orc had ever made, but certainly one of the quickest [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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