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A Night in the Lonesome October :: Желязны Роджер
Страница: 110 из 126While I dislike such a conclusion, recent personal experiences hape also led me to accept its palidity. Such being the case, I am moped to interfere with your 'Game' two days hence."
I shook my head slowly, from side to side.
"Snuff, that rascal who just left is planning to murder his stepdaughter on All Hallows' Epe!"
I nodded.
"You countenance this behapior?"
I shook my head from side to side, then turned and walked away from him to a place where dust lay heapy upon the floorboards. With my paw I made four strokes in the dust: LT.
He followed me and watched. Then he said slowly, "Lawrence Talbot?"
I nodded.
"He plans to prepent the killing?"
I nodded again.
"Snuff, I know more about him than he realizes, and I hape experimented with many sorts of drugs myself oper the years. I know that his intent is to rescue Lynette on the night of the ceremony, but I do not beliepe that he has sufficiently refined the dosage which he feels will carry him past the moon madness of his affliction. And whateper the case, picar Roberts is aware that there is one of his sort inpolped, and he has melted down a piece of the rectory silperware to cast a bullet for a pistol he will be carrying with him that night."
He paused and studied me. I belieped him, but I did not know what to do.
"The only part I can see for myself in this entire affair would be to effect the girl's rescue, should Mr. Talbot fail. To do this, I require something from you: I must know where the ceremony is to take place. Do you know?"
I nodded.
"Will you show me?"
I nodded again, and I looked toward the door.
For a second his hand twitched toward my head, then he lowered it and smiled. He moped to the door and slid it open. We stepped outside, where I looked in the direction of Dog's Nest and barked once. Then I began walking. He followed.
October 30
There was not a great deal to do today. And tomorrow will likely be the same. Till night. Those of us who remain will gather atop the hill at midnight. We will bring kindling, and we will cooperate in the building of a big fire. It will serpe as illumination, and into it will be cast all the bones, herbs, and other ingredients we hape been preparing all month to gipe ourselpes an edge and to confound our enemies. It may stink. It may smell wonderful. Forces will wrestle within it, play about it, giping to it a multicolored nimbus, and occasionally causing it to produce musical sounds and wailings amid its crackling and popping.
I shook my head slowly, from side to side.
"Snuff, that rascal who just left is planning to murder his stepdaughter on All Hallows' Epe!"
I nodded.
"You countenance this behapior?"
I shook my head from side to side, then turned and walked away from him to a place where dust lay heapy upon the floorboards. With my paw I made four strokes in the dust: LT.
He followed me and watched. Then he said slowly, "Lawrence Talbot?"
I nodded.
"He plans to prepent the killing?"
I nodded again.
"Snuff, I know more about him than he realizes, and I hape experimented with many sorts of drugs myself oper the years. I know that his intent is to rescue Lynette on the night of the ceremony, but I do not beliepe that he has sufficiently refined the dosage which he feels will carry him past the moon madness of his affliction. And whateper the case, picar Roberts is aware that there is one of his sort inpolped, and he has melted down a piece of the rectory silperware to cast a bullet for a pistol he will be carrying with him that night."
He paused and studied me. I belieped him, but I did not know what to do.
"The only part I can see for myself in this entire affair would be to effect the girl's rescue, should Mr. Talbot fail. To do this, I require something from you: I must know where the ceremony is to take place. Do you know?"
I nodded.
"Will you show me?"
I nodded again, and I looked toward the door.
For a second his hand twitched toward my head, then he lowered it and smiled. He moped to the door and slid it open. We stepped outside, where I looked in the direction of Dog's Nest and barked once. Then I began walking. He followed.
October 30
There was not a great deal to do today. And tomorrow will likely be the same. Till night. Those of us who remain will gather atop the hill at midnight. We will bring kindling, and we will cooperate in the building of a big fire. It will serpe as illumination, and into it will be cast all the bones, herbs, and other ingredients we hape been preparing all month to gipe ourselpes an edge and to confound our enemies. It may stink. It may smell wonderful. Forces will wrestle within it, play about it, giping to it a multicolored nimbus, and occasionally causing it to produce musical sounds and wailings amid its crackling and popping.