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.The axe swung wide, missed and clashed a shower of sparks from the stones of the wall.The sword was more true.With his hair standing on end in horror, Garion saw it slide through the downward-plunging body of the axeman.The axe fell clattering down the stairs, and the axeman, still falling on top of his opponent, pulled a broad dagger from its sheath at his hip and drove it into the chest of his enemy.The impact as the two men came together tore them from their feet, and they tumbled, still grappled together down the stairs, their daggers flashing as each man struck again and again.In helpless horror Garion watched as they rolled and crashed past him, their daggers sinking into each other with sickening sounds and blood spurting from their wounds like red fountains.Garion retched once, clenched his teeth tightly, and ran up the stairs, trying to close his ears to the awful sounds coming from below as the two dying men continued their horrid work on each other.He no longer even considered stealth; he simply ran-fleeing more from that hideous encounter on the stairs than from Asharak or the Earl of Jarvik.At last, after how long he could not have said, gasping and winded, he plunged through the partially open door of a dusty, unused chamber.He pushed the door shut and stood trembling with his back against it.There was a broad, sagging bed against one wall of the room and a small window set high in the same wall.Two broken chairs leaned wearily in corners and an empty chest, its lid open, in a third, and that was all.The chamber was at least a place out of the corridors where savage men were killing each other, but Garion quickly realized that the seeming safety here was an illusion.If anyone opened this door, he would be trapped.Desperately he began to look around the dusty room.Hanging on the bare wall across from the bed were some drapes; and thinking that they might conceal some closet or adjoining chamber, Garion crossed the room and pulled them aside.There was an opening behind the drapes, though it did not lead into another room but instead into a dark, narrow hall.He peered into the passageway, but the darkness was so total that he could only see a short distance into it.He shuddered at the thought of groping through that blackness with armed men pounding along at his heels.He glanced up at the single window and then dragged the heavy chest across the room to stand on so that he could see out.Perhaps he might be able to see something from the window that would give him some idea of his location.He climbed up on the chest, stood on his tiptoes and looked out.Towers loomed here and there amid the long slate roofs of the endless galleries and halls of King Anheg's palace.It was hopeless.He saw nothing that he could recognize.He turned back toward the chamber and was about to jump down from the chest when he stopped suddenly.There, clearly in the dust which lay heavily on the floor, were his foot punts.He hopped quickly down and grabbed up the bolster from the long unused bed.He spread it out on the floor and dragged it around the room, erasing the footprints.He knew that he could not completely conceal the fact that someone had been in the room, but he could obliterate the footprints which, because of their size, would immediately make it obvious to Asharak or any of his men that whoever had been i hiding here was not yet full-grown.When he finished, he tossed the bolster back on the bed.The job wasn't perfect, but at least it was better than it had been.Then there was a shout in the corridor outside and the ring of steel on steel.Garion took a deep breath and plunged into the dark passageway behind the drapes.He had gone no more than a few feet when the darkness in the narrow passage become absolute.His skin crawled at the touch of cobwebs on his face, and the dust of years rose chokingly from the uneven floor.At first he moved quite rapidly, wanting more than anything to put as much distance between himself and the fighting in the corridor as possible, but then he stumbled, and for one heart-stopping instant it seemed that he would fall.The picture of a steep stairway dropping down into the blackness flashed through his mind, and he realized that at his present pace there would be no possible way to catch himself.He began to move more cautiously, one hand on the stones of the wall and the other in front of his face to ward off the cobwebs which hung thickly from the low ceiling [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
