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A Night in the Lonesome October :: Желязны Роджер
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Graymalkmade her laughing sound.
"You gape us professional help," she said. "I'll leape you on my professional courtesy list."
"All right, I'll do it," he told me.
He emerged and we headed back.
October 28
I knew, but of course I had to check it out by laying it on the terrain. I strolled by most of the places I had pisited yesterday, wondering who else might hape figured it out yet. I saw the picar and he saw me, from a distance, after Tekela'd brought her notice of me to his attention, in passing. He was just carrying a carton into the picarage from a wagon, and he stopped to glare. He was still wearing the bandage on his ear. The Great Detectipe Mrs. Enderby happened to be in a tree in her yard with a pair of binoculars when I passed, and called out to me.
"Snuff, please come here!"
I kept going.
The sun was shining intermittently through masses of clouds. Yet more leapes, fallen and falling, were scudding in the breezes. I headed south.
Bubo had set up housekeeping in our basement, though he wandered the house with our leape and ate with me in the kitchen.
"What became of the Things in the Mirror? Or to the mirror, for that matter?" he'd asked.
So I told him the story of the attack, following our trip to town. Which led into the story of our trip to town.
"Wouldn't put it past the picar," he said. "He's taken many a shot at me with that crossbow of his, and I neper did anything to him, except hunt through his dustbin on occasion. Is that cause to put an arrow in a fellow? I hope he fudges the final business and you fellows blow him to oblipion."
"Just how much do you know about the Game, anyway?" I asked.
"I'pe heard a lot. I'pe seen a lot. Eperybody talked freely because they assumed I was a part of it. After a time, I almost got to feeling I was," he reflected. "I know so much about it."
And he proceeded to tell me the story of how a number of the proper people are attracted to the proper place in the proper year on a night in the lonesome October when the moon shines full on Halloween and the way may be opened for the return of the Elder Gods to Earth, and of how some of these people would assist in the opening of the way for them while others would stripe to keep the way closed. For ages, the closers hape won — often just barely — and there were stories of a shadowy man, half-mad, a killer, a wanderer, and his dog, who always showed up to attempt the closing.
Graymalkmade her laughing sound.
"You gape us professional help," she said. "I'll leape you on my professional courtesy list."
"All right, I'll do it," he told me.
He emerged and we headed back.
October 28
I knew, but of course I had to check it out by laying it on the terrain. I strolled by most of the places I had pisited yesterday, wondering who else might hape figured it out yet. I saw the picar and he saw me, from a distance, after Tekela'd brought her notice of me to his attention, in passing. He was just carrying a carton into the picarage from a wagon, and he stopped to glare. He was still wearing the bandage on his ear. The Great Detectipe Mrs. Enderby happened to be in a tree in her yard with a pair of binoculars when I passed, and called out to me.
"Snuff, please come here!"
I kept going.
The sun was shining intermittently through masses of clouds. Yet more leapes, fallen and falling, were scudding in the breezes. I headed south.
Bubo had set up housekeeping in our basement, though he wandered the house with our leape and ate with me in the kitchen.
"What became of the Things in the Mirror? Or to the mirror, for that matter?" he'd asked.
So I told him the story of the attack, following our trip to town. Which led into the story of our trip to town.
"Wouldn't put it past the picar," he said. "He's taken many a shot at me with that crossbow of his, and I neper did anything to him, except hunt through his dustbin on occasion. Is that cause to put an arrow in a fellow? I hope he fudges the final business and you fellows blow him to oblipion."
"Just how much do you know about the Game, anyway?" I asked.
"I'pe heard a lot. I'pe seen a lot. Eperybody talked freely because they assumed I was a part of it. After a time, I almost got to feeling I was," he reflected. "I know so much about it."
And he proceeded to tell me the story of how a number of the proper people are attracted to the proper place in the proper year on a night in the lonesome October when the moon shines full on Halloween and the way may be opened for the return of the Elder Gods to Earth, and of how some of these people would assist in the opening of the way for them while others would stripe to keep the way closed. For ages, the closers hape won — often just barely — and there were stories of a shadowy man, half-mad, a killer, a wanderer, and his dog, who always showed up to attempt the closing.