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Isle Of The Dead :: Zelazny Roger
Страница: 110 из 110It was too late to recall the second phase of that cycle, and I had just won the final one. I should have felt great.
The _T_ came into view, descended quickly and hung like a world overhead as I manipulated it through the pull.
I have been a coward, a god and a son of a bitch in my time, among other things. That is one of the things about living for a very long time. You go through phases. Right now I was just tired and troubled and had only one thing on my mind.
I brought the _T_ down to rest on a level space, cracked the hatch, began crawling toward it.
It did not matter now, not really, all these things I had thought when the fire was high. Any way you looked at it, it did not matter.
I made it to the ship. I crawled inside.
I fiddled with the controls and brought it to a more sensitive life.
My leg hurt like hell.
We drifted.
Then I answered us, picked up the necessary equipment, crawled outside once more.
Forgive me my trespasses, baby.
I positioned myself carefully, took aim, dissolved one big rock.
"Frank? Is that you?"
"No, just us chickens."
Lady Karle rushed out, dirty, wild-eyed.
"You came back for me!"
"I never left."
"You're hurt."
"I told you about it."
"You said you were going away, leaving me."
"You've got to learn to know when I'm being serious."
She kissed me then and helped me to stand on my one good leg, drawing my arm about her shoulders.
"Kind of like playing hopscotch," I said, as we headed for the _T_.
"What is that?"
"An old game. When I can walk again, maybe I'll teach it to you."
"Where now?"
"Homefree, where you may stay or go as you choose."
"I should have known you would not leave me, but when you said those things ... Lords! It's a miserable day! What happened?"
"The Isle of the Dead is sinking slowly into Acheron. It's raining on it."
I looked at the blood on her hands, the dirt, then her messed hair.
"I did not mean everything that I said, you know."
"I know."
I looked all around me. Someday, I would fix it all up, I knew.
"Lords! It's a miserable day!" she said.
"Upstairs, the sun is shining. I think we can make it, if you help."
"Lean on me."
I did.
The _T_ came into view, descended quickly and hung like a world overhead as I manipulated it through the pull.
I have been a coward, a god and a son of a bitch in my time, among other things. That is one of the things about living for a very long time. You go through phases. Right now I was just tired and troubled and had only one thing on my mind.
I brought the _T_ down to rest on a level space, cracked the hatch, began crawling toward it.
It did not matter now, not really, all these things I had thought when the fire was high. Any way you looked at it, it did not matter.
I made it to the ship. I crawled inside.
I fiddled with the controls and brought it to a more sensitive life.
My leg hurt like hell.
We drifted.
Then I answered us, picked up the necessary equipment, crawled outside once more.
Forgive me my trespasses, baby.
I positioned myself carefully, took aim, dissolved one big rock.
"Frank? Is that you?"
"No, just us chickens."
Lady Karle rushed out, dirty, wild-eyed.
"You came back for me!"
"I never left."
"You're hurt."
"I told you about it."
"You said you were going away, leaving me."
"You've got to learn to know when I'm being serious."
She kissed me then and helped me to stand on my one good leg, drawing my arm about her shoulders.
"Kind of like playing hopscotch," I said, as we headed for the _T_.
"What is that?"
"An old game. When I can walk again, maybe I'll teach it to you."
"Where now?"
"Homefree, where you may stay or go as you choose."
"I should have known you would not leave me, but when you said those things ... Lords! It's a miserable day! What happened?"
"The Isle of the Dead is sinking slowly into Acheron. It's raining on it."
I looked at the blood on her hands, the dirt, then her messed hair.
"I did not mean everything that I said, you know."
"I know."
I looked all around me. Someday, I would fix it all up, I knew.
"Lords! It's a miserable day!" she said.
"Upstairs, the sun is shining. I think we can make it, if you help."
"Lean on me."
I did.