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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. But I still think you might be making a mistake, going into
that place with those people."
"I need someone who can help, and the die is damned well cast," I said.
Ghost coalesced to a point and winked out.
I drew a deep breath, changed my mind about sighing, and moved on
toward my nearest door, which was not that much farther up the hall. As I
was reaching for it I felt the movement of a Trump contact. Coral?
I opened myself to it. Mandor appeared before me again.
"Are you all right?" he asked immediately. "We were cut off in such an
odd fashion."
"I'm fine," I told him. "We were cut off in a once-in-a-lifetime
fashion. Not to worry."
"You seem a trifle agitated."
"That's because it's an awfully long walk from downstairs to upstairs
with all the powers of the universe converging to slow me."
"I don't understand."
"It's been a rough day," I said. "See you later."
"I did want to talk with you some more, about those stones and the new
Pattern and-"
"Later," I said. "I'm waiting on an incoming call."
"Sorry. No rush. I'll check back."
He broke the contact and I reached for the latch. I wondered whether it
would solve everybody's problems if I could turn Ghost into an answering
service.
CHAPTER 7
I hung my cloak on Jasra and my weapons belt on the bedpost. I cleaned
my boots, washed my hands and face, hunted up a fancy ivory shirt-alI
ruffled, brocaded, frogged-and put it on, along with a pair of gray
trousers
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