文档介绍：LEGEND
David Gemmell
Druss sucked in the savage splendour of the mountains, sucking in the cool breeze and tasting life, as if
for the last time.
'Where are you, Death?' he called. 'Where do you hide on this fine day?' The echoes boomed around
the valleys ... DEATH, DEATH, Death, Death ...
'I am Druss! And I defy you!'
A shadow fell across Druss's eyes, the sun died in the heavens and the mountains receded into mist. Pain
clamped his mighty chest, soul deep, and he almost fell.
'Proud mortal!' hissed a sibilant voice through the veils of agony. 'I never sought you. You have hunted
me through these long, lonely years. Stay on this mountain and I guarantee you two score more years.
Your muscles will atrophy, your brain will sink into dotage. You will bloat, old man, and I e
when you beg it ...'
Contents
Prologue 3
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Epilogue 162
Prologue
The Drenai herald waited nervously outside the great doors of the throne room, flanked by two Nadir
guards who stared ahead, slanted eyes fixed on the bronze eagle emblazoned on the dark wood.
He licked dry lips with a dry tongue and adjusted his purple cape about his bony shoulders. He had
been so confident in the council chamber at Drenan six hundred miles south when Abalayn asked him to
undertake this delicate mission: a journey to distant Gulgothir to ratify the treaties made with Ulric, Lord
of the Nadir tribes. Bartellus had helped to draft treaties in the past, and twice had been present at talks
in western Vagria and south in Mashrapur. All men understood the value of trade and the necessity to
avoid such costly undertakings as war. Ulric would be no exception. True he had sacked the nations of
the northern plain, but