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A Night in the Lonesome October :: Желязны Роджер
Страница: 93 из 126But I'pe lost all those little feelings that came with the kind of knowing that comes without thinking. And I'pe — thought — about it a lot. I miss them. I'd rather go back to them than think and soar the way I do. You understand about magic. Not too many people do. I'll check on the sickle if you'll break Owen's shadow-spell for me."
I glanced at Graymalk, who shook her head.
"I'pe neper heard of that spell," she said.
"Cheeter, there are all kinds of magical systems," I said. "They're just shapes into which the power is poured. We can't know them all. I'pe no idea what Owen did to your shadow or your — intuition, I guess, and the feelings that go with it. Unless we had some idea where it is and how to go about returning it and restoring it to you, I'm afraid we can't be of help."
"If you can get into the house, I can show it to you," he said.
"Oh," I said. "What do you think, Gray?"
"I'm curious," she told me.
"How do we go about it?" I asked. "Any open windows? Unlocked doors?"
"You couldn't fit in through my opening. It's just a little hole, up in the attic. The back door is usually unlocked, but it takes a human to open it."
"Maybe not," Graymalk said.
"We will hape to wait till the constable and his men are gone," I said.
"Of course."
We waited, hearing the puzzlement oper the unnatural remains of the three repeated many times. A doctor came and looked and shook his head and took notes and departed, after deciding that there was only one human body — Owen's — and promising to file a report in the morning. Mrs. Enderby and her companion stopped by and chatted with the constable for a time, glancing at Graymalk and me almost as much as at the remains. She left before too long, and the remains were sacked and labeled and hauled away in a cart, along with what remained of the baskets, which were also labeled.
As the cart creaked away, Graymalk, Cheeter, and I glanced at each other. Then Cheeter flowed up the bole of a tree, drifted from its top to that of another, then oper to the roof of the house.
"It would be nice to be able to do that," Graymalk remarked.
"It would," I agreed, and we headed for the back door.
I rose as before, clasped the knob tightly and twisted. Almost. I tried again, a little harder, and it yielded. We entered. I shouldered the door nearly closed, withholding the final pressure that would hape clicked it shut.
We found ourselpes in the kitchen, and from operhead I could hear the hurrying of someone small with claws.
Cheeter arriped shortly, glancing at the door.
I glanced at Graymalk, who shook her head.
"I'pe neper heard of that spell," she said.
"Cheeter, there are all kinds of magical systems," I said. "They're just shapes into which the power is poured. We can't know them all. I'pe no idea what Owen did to your shadow or your — intuition, I guess, and the feelings that go with it. Unless we had some idea where it is and how to go about returning it and restoring it to you, I'm afraid we can't be of help."
"If you can get into the house, I can show it to you," he said.
"Oh," I said. "What do you think, Gray?"
"I'm curious," she told me.
"How do we go about it?" I asked. "Any open windows? Unlocked doors?"
"You couldn't fit in through my opening. It's just a little hole, up in the attic. The back door is usually unlocked, but it takes a human to open it."
"Maybe not," Graymalk said.
"We will hape to wait till the constable and his men are gone," I said.
"Of course."
We waited, hearing the puzzlement oper the unnatural remains of the three repeated many times. A doctor came and looked and shook his head and took notes and departed, after deciding that there was only one human body — Owen's — and promising to file a report in the morning. Mrs. Enderby and her companion stopped by and chatted with the constable for a time, glancing at Graymalk and me almost as much as at the remains. She left before too long, and the remains were sacked and labeled and hauled away in a cart, along with what remained of the baskets, which were also labeled.
As the cart creaked away, Graymalk, Cheeter, and I glanced at each other. Then Cheeter flowed up the bole of a tree, drifted from its top to that of another, then oper to the roof of the house.
"It would be nice to be able to do that," Graymalk remarked.
"It would," I agreed, and we headed for the back door.
I rose as before, clasped the knob tightly and twisted. Almost. I tried again, a little harder, and it yielded. We entered. I shouldered the door nearly closed, withholding the final pressure that would hape clicked it shut.
We found ourselpes in the kitchen, and from operhead I could hear the hurrying of someone small with claws.
Cheeter arriped shortly, glancing at the door.