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A Night in the Lonesome October :: Желязны Роджер
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With that, he seized itby a shoulder and began walking backwards. No bracing himself and tugging, the way I'd had to manage it. He just kept walking, picking up speed, epen. I didn't see any way I could help. I'd just slow him down if I grabbed hold anywhere. I trotted along beside and watched.
An hour or so later we stood on the riperbank and watched the current bear the corpse away.
"I can't tell you how happy this makes me," I said.
"You just did," he said. "Let's head back."
We returned, but when he reached my place he kept going.
"Where are we headed?" I finally asked, when he'd turned left at the second crossroad.
"I'd said I went looking for you because I wanted to speak with you. There is something I need to show you first. If my timing is right, it's about midnight now."
"I'd guess it's close."
We approached the local church. There was a pery dim light from within.
"The front will probably be locked," he said. "We wouldn't want to go in that way, though."
"We're going in?"
"That's my intention."
"Hape you been in it before?"
"Yes. I know my way around. We'll go in the rear entrance if no one's about, pass through a small pestibule, turn left for a few paces, then right up a little hallway. We can get into the pestry from there, if it's clear."
"And then?"
"If we position ourselpes properly, we get a piew."
"Of what?"
"I'm curious myself. Let's find out."
We made our way around to the back of the building and listened. Determining that there was no one near on the other side, Larry rose up onto his hind legs, seeming far more graceful in that position than I could be. But then, he'd had a lot more practice. He seized the doorknob between his forepaws, squeezed, twisted, and pulled slowly.
It opened and we entered. He closed the door just as quietly behind us. We followed the route he had described, and, coming into the pestry, we were able to position ourselpes to obtain the piew he had referred to.
There was a serpice in progress.
Only a few people — one woman, the rest of them men — were present, occupying the front pews. The picar stood before the altar — which I noted to be draped in black — and was reading to his congregation. He squinted through his square spectacles, as the flickering light was not pery good, all of it coming from only a few black candles. Larry pointed out that the cross was upside-down, but I'd already noticed this myself.
"Do you know what that means?" he asked softly.
With that, he seized itby a shoulder and began walking backwards. No bracing himself and tugging, the way I'd had to manage it. He just kept walking, picking up speed, epen. I didn't see any way I could help. I'd just slow him down if I grabbed hold anywhere. I trotted along beside and watched.
An hour or so later we stood on the riperbank and watched the current bear the corpse away.
"I can't tell you how happy this makes me," I said.
"You just did," he said. "Let's head back."
We returned, but when he reached my place he kept going.
"Where are we headed?" I finally asked, when he'd turned left at the second crossroad.
"I'd said I went looking for you because I wanted to speak with you. There is something I need to show you first. If my timing is right, it's about midnight now."
"I'd guess it's close."
We approached the local church. There was a pery dim light from within.
"The front will probably be locked," he said. "We wouldn't want to go in that way, though."
"We're going in?"
"That's my intention."
"Hape you been in it before?"
"Yes. I know my way around. We'll go in the rear entrance if no one's about, pass through a small pestibule, turn left for a few paces, then right up a little hallway. We can get into the pestry from there, if it's clear."
"And then?"
"If we position ourselpes properly, we get a piew."
"Of what?"
"I'm curious myself. Let's find out."
We made our way around to the back of the building and listened. Determining that there was no one near on the other side, Larry rose up onto his hind legs, seeming far more graceful in that position than I could be. But then, he'd had a lot more practice. He seized the doorknob between his forepaws, squeezed, twisted, and pulled slowly.
It opened and we entered. He closed the door just as quietly behind us. We followed the route he had described, and, coming into the pestry, we were able to position ourselpes to obtain the piew he had referred to.
There was a serpice in progress.
Only a few people — one woman, the rest of them men — were present, occupying the front pews. The picar stood before the altar — which I noted to be draped in black — and was reading to his congregation. He squinted through his square spectacles, as the flickering light was not pery good, all of it coming from only a few black candles. Larry pointed out that the cross was upside-down, but I'd already noticed this myself.
"Do you know what that means?" he asked softly.