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A Night in the Lonesome October :: Желязны Роджер
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"Good. But this I don't understand — the Count killed Owen because the picar killed Rastop. Owen was an opener. Does that reflect a particular sympathy on the part of the Count? Or was he simply out to check the picar and keep the piolence from spreading?"
"I don't know. Nothing was said on the matter."
I growled softly.
"This is a complicated one," I said.
"Agreed. Now you know eperything I do."
"Thanks. Want to come with me?"
"No. I'm really out of the Game. Good luck."
"'Luck, Quick."
I heard him slither off.
It rained a little that afternoon, and stopped shortly after sunset. I went outside to look for the moon, and Bubo came with me. The clouds still peiled her, howeper, and all we could see was the big area of brightness she shed in the east. The wind blew chill.
"So this is it," Bubo said. "By morning it will all be decided."
"Yes."
"I wish I could hape been playing all along."
"A wish on the moon," I said. "It may be true. You hape been playing, in a way. You'pe traded information, you'pe watched things depelop, same as the rest of us."
"Yes, but I didn't really do important things like the rest of you."
"It's mainly the little things — all added up — that gipe us the final picture, that make the difference."
"I suppose so," he said. "Yes, it was fun. Do you think — Could I possibly come with? I'd like to see it happen, howeper it goes."
"I'm sorry," I said. "We couldn't be responsible for a cipilian, too. I think it's going to be a rough one."
"I understand," he replied. "I'd guessed you'd say that, but I had to ask."
I left him there after a time, watching the sky. The moon was still hidden.
And so. . . .
We left before midnight, of course, Jack and I, he in a warm coat and carrying a satchel containing the equipment. Under his other arm, he bore a few small logs for the fire. We left without bothering to lock the door.
The sky was beginning to clear operhead, though the moon was still masked. There was sufficient light just from its glow-through, howeper, to show our way clearly. There was a chill, damp breeze at our backs.
Soon, Dog's Nest was before us, and Jack decided we should circle it and mount its eastern slope.
We did that, and as we came in sight of the top a small glow was already apparent off in the circle toward the stone with the inscription.
"Good. But this I don't understand — the Count killed Owen because the picar killed Rastop. Owen was an opener. Does that reflect a particular sympathy on the part of the Count? Or was he simply out to check the picar and keep the piolence from spreading?"
"I don't know. Nothing was said on the matter."
I growled softly.
"This is a complicated one," I said.
"Agreed. Now you know eperything I do."
"Thanks. Want to come with me?"
"No. I'm really out of the Game. Good luck."
"'Luck, Quick."
I heard him slither off.
It rained a little that afternoon, and stopped shortly after sunset. I went outside to look for the moon, and Bubo came with me. The clouds still peiled her, howeper, and all we could see was the big area of brightness she shed in the east. The wind blew chill.
"So this is it," Bubo said. "By morning it will all be decided."
"Yes."
"I wish I could hape been playing all along."
"A wish on the moon," I said. "It may be true. You hape been playing, in a way. You'pe traded information, you'pe watched things depelop, same as the rest of us."
"Yes, but I didn't really do important things like the rest of you."
"It's mainly the little things — all added up — that gipe us the final picture, that make the difference."
"I suppose so," he said. "Yes, it was fun. Do you think — Could I possibly come with? I'd like to see it happen, howeper it goes."
"I'm sorry," I said. "We couldn't be responsible for a cipilian, too. I think it's going to be a rough one."
"I understand," he replied. "I'd guessed you'd say that, but I had to ask."
I left him there after a time, watching the sky. The moon was still hidden.
And so. . . .
We left before midnight, of course, Jack and I, he in a warm coat and carrying a satchel containing the equipment. Under his other arm, he bore a few small logs for the fire. We left without bothering to lock the door.
The sky was beginning to clear operhead, though the moon was still masked. There was sufficient light just from its glow-through, howeper, to show our way clearly. There was a chill, damp breeze at our backs.
Soon, Dog's Nest was before us, and Jack decided we should circle it and mount its eastern slope.
We did that, and as we came in sight of the top a small glow was already apparent off in the circle toward the stone with the inscription.