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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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chamber seemed filled with a half familiar pulsing I had never consciously
noted before. On an impulse-to satisfy a long-held point of curiosity-I
summoned the Sign of the Logrus.
This was a mistake.
Immediately the image of the Logrus flared before me, sparks erupted
along the entire length of the Pattern, and a high-pitched banshee wail rose
from somewhere. Frakir went wild, my ears felt as if icicles had been driven
into them, and the brightness of the writhing Sign hurt my eyes. I banished
the Logrus in that instant, and the turmoil began to subside.
"What," she asked me, "was that?"
I tried to smile, didn't quite manage it.
"A little experiment I'd always meant to try," I told her.
"Did you learn anything from it?"
"Not to do it again, perhaps," I answered.
"Or at least not till the company's left," she said."That hurt.''
She moved nearer to the edge of the Pattern, which had calmed itself
again.
"Eerie," she observed. "Like a light in a dream. But it's gorgeous. And
all of you have to walk it to come into your heritage?"
"Yes." She moved slowly to the right, following its perimeter. I
followed her as she strolled, her gaze roving across the bright expanse of
arcs and turns, short straight lines, long sweeping curves.
"I assume it is difficult?"
"Yes. The trick is to keep pushing and not to stop trying even if you
stop moving," I replied
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