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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. Luke was bigger than Julian, and I knew he was
fast and strong. But Julian had centuries of experience with weapons behind
him. I wondered how I would intervene if either made a move toward the
other, because I knew that I would try to stop them. But they let their
hands fall to their sides then, as if by sudden agreement, and Julian said,
"Let me offer you a glass of wine."
"Don't mind if I do," Luke replied, and I wondered whether my presence
had kept them from fighting. Probably not. I'd the feeling that Julian had
just wanted to make his feelings clear, and Luke had wanted to let him know
he didn't give a damn. I really don't know which one I'd have bet on.
Julian placed three cups upon the table, filled them with Bayle's Best,
gestured for us to help ourselves as he corked the bottle, then picked up
the remaining cup and took a swallow before either of us could do more than
sniff ours. A quick assurance that we weren't being poisoned and that he
wanted to talk business.
"When I met with him we each brought two retainers along," he said.
"Armed?" I asked.
He nodded.
"More for show, really."
"Were you mounted or on foot?" Luke asked.
"On foot," he replied. "We each left our lines at the same time and
proceeded at the same pace till we met there in the middle, several hundred
paces from either side."
"I see," Luke said
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