Книга только для ознакомления
.
Then with a shudder it shot upward again, and the cir-
cling began all over. This time the gnome seemed to have
corrected his navigation, and when next the thing hov-
ered it was just above Wingover and Jilian.
Bobbin leaned out, his face pinched with irritation. He
looked from one to another of them, then settled on
Wingover. "I'm back," he announced, "It's me... Bob-
bin. I'm here."
"I know you're here," Wingover called back. "I can see
you. Did you find anything?"
"Quite a lot of valley, with various things in it. Several
miles north, there's a ring of stones with a thing in the
center that looks like a really big thermodynamic inflec-
tor, though I'm sure it isn't that. There's a sort of little,
broken statue on top of it, and paving all around. Then
there's a hut, though if anyone lives there he wasn't at
home, and there is a winding black path that goes off in
both directions from it. I saw a river and enough trees to
make a woodnymph think she'd gone to paradise, and
several nice meadows that I could have landed in... if I
could land. And an ice field covered with lumpy shapes,
and what's left of an old wall - older than I can calculate
from up here, but I imagine it was old before anybody I
know was old enough to understand old -"
"How about cats?" Wingover called
|
