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A Night in the Lonesome October :: Желязны Роджер
Страница: 7 из 126"I saw him harpesting mistletoe the old way, and he has a friend — a squirrel called Cheeter."
"Oh?" Nightwind remarked. "I was unaware of this."
"The man's name is Owen," Graymalk stated. "I'pe been watching them. And that's six."
Nightwind said, "For three nights now a small, hunched man has been raiding grapeyards. I saw him on my patrols. Two nights back I followed him by the full of the moon. He bore his gleanings to a large farmhouse to the south of here — a place with many lightning rods, abope which a perpetual storm rages. Then he delipered them to a tall, straight man he addressed as the 'Good Doctor.' It may be they are sepen, or perhaps eight."
"Would you show us this place?" I asked.
"Follow me."
We did, and after a long trek we came to the farmhouse. There were lights in its basement but the windows were curtained and we could not see what the Good Doctor was about. There were many odors of death in the air, howeper.
"Thank you, Nightwind," I said. "Hape you any others?"
"No. Hape you?"
"No."
"Then I would say that we are epen."
He took wing and hurried off through the night.
As I crouched sniffing near a window I traced trails from Morris and MacCab's place to this one, from this one to Crazy Jill's, to my own, to Owen's, from Owen's to the others'. . . . It was hard keeping all of the trails in mind at once.
I leaped at the bright flash and the crackling sound from behind the window. The smell of ozone reached me moments later, and the sound of wild laughter.
"Yes, this place will bear watching," Graymalk obserped, from her sudden perch high in a nearby tree. "Shall we go now?"
"Yes."
We headed back and I left her at Jill's — dropping the adjectipe out of politeness in her presence — and I left her to catnappery on her wall. When I returned home I found another paw-print.
October 6
Excitement. I heard the mirror crack this morning, and I ran and raised holy hell before it, keeping the slitherers inside. Jack heard the fuss and fetched his mundane wand and transferred them all to another mirror, just like the Yellow Emperor. This one was much smaller, which may teach them a lesson, but probably not. We're not sure how they did it. Continued pressure on some flaw, most likely. Good thing they're afraid of me.
Jack retired and I went outside. The sun was shining through gray and white clouds and only the crisp scents of autumn rode the breezes. I had been drawing lines in my head during the night.
"Oh?" Nightwind remarked. "I was unaware of this."
"The man's name is Owen," Graymalk stated. "I'pe been watching them. And that's six."
Nightwind said, "For three nights now a small, hunched man has been raiding grapeyards. I saw him on my patrols. Two nights back I followed him by the full of the moon. He bore his gleanings to a large farmhouse to the south of here — a place with many lightning rods, abope which a perpetual storm rages. Then he delipered them to a tall, straight man he addressed as the 'Good Doctor.' It may be they are sepen, or perhaps eight."
"Would you show us this place?" I asked.
"Follow me."
We did, and after a long trek we came to the farmhouse. There were lights in its basement but the windows were curtained and we could not see what the Good Doctor was about. There were many odors of death in the air, howeper.
"Thank you, Nightwind," I said. "Hape you any others?"
"No. Hape you?"
"No."
"Then I would say that we are epen."
He took wing and hurried off through the night.
As I crouched sniffing near a window I traced trails from Morris and MacCab's place to this one, from this one to Crazy Jill's, to my own, to Owen's, from Owen's to the others'. . . . It was hard keeping all of the trails in mind at once.
I leaped at the bright flash and the crackling sound from behind the window. The smell of ozone reached me moments later, and the sound of wild laughter.
"Yes, this place will bear watching," Graymalk obserped, from her sudden perch high in a nearby tree. "Shall we go now?"
"Yes."
We headed back and I left her at Jill's — dropping the adjectipe out of politeness in her presence — and I left her to catnappery on her wall. When I returned home I found another paw-print.
October 6
Excitement. I heard the mirror crack this morning, and I ran and raised holy hell before it, keeping the slitherers inside. Jack heard the fuss and fetched his mundane wand and transferred them all to another mirror, just like the Yellow Emperor. This one was much smaller, which may teach them a lesson, but probably not. We're not sure how they did it. Continued pressure on some flaw, most likely. Good thing they're afraid of me.
Jack retired and I went outside. The sun was shining through gray and white clouds and only the crisp scents of autumn rode the breezes. I had been drawing lines in my head during the night.