Slathbog's Gold - Forman Mark L (читать книгу онлайн бесплатно без .TXT) 📗

He noticed Andy’s attention focus on the city as they approached the main gates, and he tried to see what Andy found so interesting there.

“Hold,” a voice commanded from the gate. “State your names and business.”

“Silvan Bregnest and company,” Bregnest replied loudly. “We have come to sell horses, if there are any here who would buy.”

“Indeed, yes, there are. We’ll have a look,” answered the voice.

A small door in the main gate opened and a short man with a round, good-natured face stepped out. He wore a black uniform with dark green edging on the cuffs and collar, and two rows of shiny brass buttons running down the front. Alex thought the man looked a little old to be a guard.

“These are not wild horses,” said the man, looking at the horses behind Skeld and Halfdan. “These are bandit horses.”

“You speak truly, sir,” said Bregnest, climbing off his own horse and walking toward the man in uniform. “We were attacked some days ago by bandits and captured these after the attack.”

“Well, then, that is something,” the man replied, looking closely at Bregnest. “I count twenty horses and only eight of you. How many of your company were lost in the attack?”

“None,” answered Bregnest. “We were fortunate; the bandits did not take us unaware.”

“Indeed,” said the man, a look of wonder on his face. “Most fortunate I should say, and very lucky as well.”

“Perhaps so,” Bregnest agreed. “Now, may we enter your fine city to sell these horses?”

“Oh, yes,” the man replied quickly. “My apologies, Master Bregnest. We have seen few travelers of late, and travelers with bandit horses to sell . . . well, that is something unheard of in years. I’m quite sure the magistrate will want to meet you.”

“We will be pleased to meet the magistrate,” said Bregnest with a slight bow. “But first we will need a place to stable these horses. Can you name where we can get a fair price?”

“Oh, yes, yes indeed,” the man beamed. “Tantic’s would be your best bet. Old man Tantic has a fine stable and is a good judge of horses. He also keeps a pleasant inn next to his stables so you and your companions can find a place to rest as well.”

“And where might we find Master Tantic and his inn?” Bregnest asked politely.

“Up the main street and left at the square,” the man replied. “Tell him Bartholomew the gatekeeper sent you. I’m sure he will be most helpful.”

“Our thanks,” said Bregnest, bowing slightly before returning to his horse.

Bartholomew called for the main gate of Techen to be opened. The few guards present watched as the company rode through the open gates, and then they quickly closed the gates.

“I’ll let the magistrate know you’re staying at Tantic’s,” Bartholomew called after Bregnest. “I’m sure he’ll be along directly to see you.”

Bregnest led the company up the main city street to the square. Alex thought the buildings looked even worse close up than they did from a distance. He was beginning to think Andy had been joking when he’d been talking about the excellent food because everything in Techen looked rather shabby and dull. He was about to say something to Andy when the smell of something delicious reached his nose.

“It seems the stories are true,” said Andy with a wide smile, before Alex could speak.

“Yes, it does,” Alex quickly agreed.

Alex let his attention settle on the wonderful smells filling the air. He had never smelled anything like it before, and his opinion of Techen went up with each new scent that reached his nose. He detected fresh bread and honey, roasted meats, spices, and surprisingly, chocolate. Alex tried to enjoy each individual scent, but with so many in the air it wasn’t easy to do. For a moment he thought he could smell caramel, but it was soon lost to a wonderful blend of maple syrup and sausages.

Alex hardly noticed when the company turned left at the square and made their way to Tantic’s inn and stable. The yard around the inn seemed deserted however, and the stable was empty. Alex realized the only people he had seen in Techen were the gate guards and Bartholomew. Even the square had been empty as they rode past.

“Very quiet for so large a town,” commented Halfdan. “You’d think there would be someone about.”

“The people of Techen are suspicious of strangers,” said Skeld, his smile as bright as ever. “All the horses will make them more suspicious of us.”

“Hello, there!” a man called from the inn. “And what may I do for you?” Alex thought that the man’s tone of voice sounded like someone welcoming unwanted relatives who turned up unexpectedly and needed a place to stay.

“Perhaps a great deal,” said Bregnest. “Can you direct me to Master Tantic?”

“Indeed I can,” replied the man curtly. He was a short, balding man who looked a great deal like Bartholomew the gatekeeper. He wore a dark blue coat and black pants with high black boots. “And who might you be, and what reason might you have to seek Tantic?”

“I am Silvan Bregnest. The gatekeeper Bartholomew informed us that Master Tantic might be interested in buying some horses from us.”

The man looked from Bregnest to the horses behind Skeld and Halfdan. “Bandit ponies, I should say. They seem to have lost their masters.”

“Indeed they have,” replied Bregnest with a smile. “So we thought we should find them a new master.”

“There is wisdom in that,” said the man with a slight smile. “Well then, if that’s your business, I’ll speak more plainly. I am Tantic, and I am interested in buying horses. However, the day is growing warm and this is not the place to discuss business.”

“Then perhaps your inn is a better place,” Bregnest suggested. “We would spend the night, if you will have us.”

“Very well then,” Tantic replied, his tone becoming friendlier. “You’ll have to stable your own horses. The rest can go in the corral there.” Tantic motioned to the corral next to the stable, walking over to unlatch the gate.

“I suppose you’ll want to sell the saddles and trappings as well,” said Tantic, looking over the bandits’ horses.

“If that is acceptable,” answered Bregnest, dismounting and giving his horse’s reins to Arconn. “We have no need for saddles without horses.”

“No, of course not,” Tantic agreed, swinging the wooden gate of the corral wide open. “What would you want with

saddles and no horses? Common sense you’d want to sell

the saddles as well.”

Tantic watched the horses closely as Skeld and Halfdan led them into the corral. He seemed pleased with what he saw. He closed the gate behind Skeld and Halfdan, and then stood looking over the horses. Alex and the rest of the company dismounted and led their horses into the stable while Bregnest remained with Tantic by the corral.

Inside the stable, they found the stalls were empty, though there was a good supply of hay and oats. They quickly unsaddled their horses and made their way back toward the stable door. Alex lingered behind, making sure Shahree had plenty of food and water.

“A fine-looking animal,” said a thin, reedy voice. “Would you consider selling her?”

“Not for any price,” replied Alex, turning around to see an old man standing behind him.

“Then you are wise,” said the old man. “I see there is a bond between you two, and she would not willingly take another master.”

“You see much,” said Alex, feeling uncomfortable under the old man’s gaze.

The old man walked toward Shahree’s stall, moving slowly, his left leg dragging a little behind him as he moved forward.

“Tell your leader that I have information,” whispered the old man to Alex, looking over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. “I will speak with him, if he will allow it.”

“Information?” Alex could see the old man was excited and nervous. “What kind of information?”