6lib.ru - Электронная Библиотека
Название книги: Renegade's Magic
Автор(ы): Robin Hobb
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Renegade_s-Magic-150192.html
Map
CHAPTER ONESOLDIER’S END
I never spoke up for myself at my court-martial.I stood in the box where they put me, and tried not to think of the agonizing bite of the leg irons around my calves. They were too small for a man of my flesh, and the cold iron bit deep into the meat of my legs, burning and numbing at the same time. At the moment, the pain mattered to me more than the outcome of the hearing. I already knew how it would end.That pain is chiefly what I remember of my trial. It hazes my memories in red. A number of witnesses spoke against me. I recall their righteous voices as they detailed my crimes to the assembled judges. Rape. Murder. Necrophilia. Desecration of a graveyard. My outrage and horror at being accused of such things had been eroded by the utter hopelessness of my situation. Witness after witness spoke against me. Threads of rumor, hearsay from a dead man’s lips, suspicions and circumstantial evidence were twisted together into a rope of evidence, stout enough to hang me.I think I know why
Название книги: Renegade's Magic
Автор(ы): Robin Hobb
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Renegade_s-Magic-150192.html
Map
CHAPTER ONESOLDIER’S END
I never spoke up for myself at my court-martial.I stood in the box where they put me, and tried not to think of the agonizing bite of the leg irons around my calves. They were too small for a man of my flesh, and the cold iron bit deep into the meat of my legs, burning and numbing at the same time. At the moment, the pain mattered to me more than the outcome of the hearing. I already knew how it would end.That pain is chiefly what I remember of my trial. It hazes my memories in red. A number of witnesses spoke against me. I recall their righteous voices as they detailed my crimes to the assembled judges. Rape. Murder. Necrophilia. Desecration of a graveyard. My outrage and horror at being accused of such things had been eroded by the utter hopelessness of my situation. Witness after witness spoke against me. Threads of rumor, hearsay from a dead man’s lips, suspicions and circumstantial evidence were twisted together into a rope of evidence, stout enough to hang me.I think I know why
Навигация с клавиатуры: следующая страница - или ,
предыдущая -
