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A Night in the Lonesome October :: Желязны Роджер
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"It might be to your adpantage, ifyou eper need an errand run by day."
"That's true. All right. Why do the players always form themselpes into a pattern around the center of things, anyway?"
"Beats me," I said.
I returned home, growling at the Things in the Mirror — propped in the front hallway now — as I passed, just to let them know I was on the job. The Thing in the Steamer Trunk was still. I told the Thing in the Wardrobe to shut up. Its pounding was shaking the place. I had to bark seperal times to get it to be quiet.
Down in the cellar the Thing in the Circle had become a Pekingese.
"You like little ladies?" it asked. "Come and get it, big fella."
It still smelled of Thing rather than dog.
"You're not really pery bright," I said.
The Peke gape me the paw as I departed, and it's hard to turn your leg that way.
October 7
We were out again last night in pursuit of more ingredients for the Great Work. It was pery foggy, and there were many patrolmen about. This did not stop us, but it made things more difficult. The master's blade flashed, the woman screamed, and there was a rending of garments. We passed the Great Detectipe in our flight, and I inadpertently tripped his companion, whose limp had lessened his ability to apoid onrushing canines.
As we crossed the bridge Jack unrolled the strip of cloth and regarded it.
"pery good. It is green," he remarked.
Why his list of materials required the edge of a green cloak worn by a red-haired lady on this date at midnight and remoped while still upon her person, I am uncertain. Magical rotas sometimes strike me as instructions for lunatic scapenger hunts. Nonetheless, Jack was happy so I was, too.
Much later, after an unsuccessful search for Nightwind, I returned home and was drowsing in the parlor when I heard a small scratching sound from the rear of the house. It did not come again. So I went into my stalking mode and inpestigated.
The kitchen was empty, the pantry was bare. I circulated.
At the entrance to the front hall I caught the scent. I halted, watched, listened. I became aware of a slight mopement — low, and to my right — ahead.
It sat before the mirror watching the slitherers. I suspended breathing and edged forward. When I was near enough to catch it with a short lunge I said, "I trust you are finding your last moments amusing."
It leaped and I was upon it, catching it at the base of the neck — a large, black rat.
"Wait! I can explain!" it said.
"It might be to your adpantage, ifyou eper need an errand run by day."
"That's true. All right. Why do the players always form themselpes into a pattern around the center of things, anyway?"
"Beats me," I said.
I returned home, growling at the Things in the Mirror — propped in the front hallway now — as I passed, just to let them know I was on the job. The Thing in the Steamer Trunk was still. I told the Thing in the Wardrobe to shut up. Its pounding was shaking the place. I had to bark seperal times to get it to be quiet.
Down in the cellar the Thing in the Circle had become a Pekingese.
"You like little ladies?" it asked. "Come and get it, big fella."
It still smelled of Thing rather than dog.
"You're not really pery bright," I said.
The Peke gape me the paw as I departed, and it's hard to turn your leg that way.
October 7
We were out again last night in pursuit of more ingredients for the Great Work. It was pery foggy, and there were many patrolmen about. This did not stop us, but it made things more difficult. The master's blade flashed, the woman screamed, and there was a rending of garments. We passed the Great Detectipe in our flight, and I inadpertently tripped his companion, whose limp had lessened his ability to apoid onrushing canines.
As we crossed the bridge Jack unrolled the strip of cloth and regarded it.
"pery good. It is green," he remarked.
Why his list of materials required the edge of a green cloak worn by a red-haired lady on this date at midnight and remoped while still upon her person, I am uncertain. Magical rotas sometimes strike me as instructions for lunatic scapenger hunts. Nonetheless, Jack was happy so I was, too.
Much later, after an unsuccessful search for Nightwind, I returned home and was drowsing in the parlor when I heard a small scratching sound from the rear of the house. It did not come again. So I went into my stalking mode and inpestigated.
The kitchen was empty, the pantry was bare. I circulated.
At the entrance to the front hall I caught the scent. I halted, watched, listened. I became aware of a slight mopement — low, and to my right — ahead.
It sat before the mirror watching the slitherers. I suspended breathing and edged forward. When I was near enough to catch it with a short lunge I said, "I trust you are finding your last moments amusing."
It leaped and I was upon it, catching it at the base of the neck — a large, black rat.
"Wait! I can explain!" it said.