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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. There he sits. Ask him. Ask him if he still swears by you. Or at you? Ask him. Then pay up. I have munition bills to meet.'
Mr Koshchei stated, 'I declare this discussion out of order. This office is not a collection agency. Yahweh, the principal complaint against you seems to be that you are not consistent in your rules for your creatures.'
'Should I kiss them? For omelets you break eggs.'
'Speak to the case in point. You ran a destruction lit test. Whether it was artistically necessary is moot. But, at the end of the test, you took one to Heaven, left the other behind, - and thereby punished both of them. Why?ґ
'One rule for all. She didn't make it.'
'Aren't you the god that announced the rule concerning binding the mouths of the kine that tread the grain?'
The next thing I knew I was standing on Mr Koshchei's desk, staring right into His enormous face. I suppose Jerry put me there. He was saying, 'This is yours?'
I looked in the direction He indicated - and had to keep from fainting. Marga!
Margrethe cold and dead and encased in a coffin shaped cake of ice. It occupied much of the desktop and was beginning to melt onto it.
'I tried to throw myself onto it, found I could not move.
"I think that answers Me,' Mr Koshchei went on. 'Odin, what is its destiny?'
'She died fighting, at Ragnarok. She has earned a cycle in Valhalla.'
'Listen to him!' Loki sneered. 'Ragnarok is not over
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