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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
Atec Март 01 2008 15:15:58
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We sat there for a while longer, and Cotterpin sighed.
"Would that I could render some comfort to you, Walnut,"
he said, "but I wonder if perhaps your father, Jeraim, might
give you more comfort than I, and if perhaps a visit with
him might not reassure him that you have not fallen victim
to tragedy. You have taken up a dreadful and thankless
assignment. It might be time to recuperate from your
excursion and renew your personal energies."
Cotterpin yawned and set aside his mug. "Tea always
has a soporific effect on my psychomotor system," he said,
his words slurring a bit. "The local angle of solar radiation
is also inducing drowsiness, and if you would be so
generous as to excuse my lapse, I would like to take a brief
moment to relax my ... to relax my eyelids." He closed his
eyes, and, only two heartbeats later, he began to snore.
I looked at the countryside for a while more, then took out
my paper and pen and wrote all of this down. The sun is
about to sink behind the hill, and I can hear crickets chirp
ing and birds singing, and I can still see a deer across the
field, near some trees.
I stopped after I wrote the last paragraph above and
thought for a while like Ark told me to do. I don't feel as
upset as I did when I started to write down this report. I've
just put my blanket over Cotterpin and left my bag of food
with him after I ate some of it, and I've made sure that Axle
has enough grass where she is standing, off to the side of
the road. I am taking my papers and pen and facts machine,
and I am going back to see Ark
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