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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. I'd only seen him once, very
briefly, via Trump, back at Arbor House. His hair looked golden, or even
coppery, by what light there was upon it, but I remembered it as a kind of
dirty blond by natural light. His eyes, I recalled, were green, though there
was no way I could see that now. I did begin to realize for the first time,
however, that he was pretty big-either that or he had chosen fairly short
torchbearers. He had been alone that one time I'd seen him, and I had had no
standard for comparison. As the light from our torches reached him I saw
that he had on a heavy, green sleeveless doublet without a collar, over
something black and also heavy, with sleeves that extended down his arms to
vanish within green gauntlets. His trousers were black, as were the high
boots they entered; his cloak was black and lined with an emerald green that
caught our light as the cloak furled about him in shifting, oily landscapes
of yellow and red. He wore a heavy circular medallion, which looked to be
gold, on a chain about his neck; and though I could not make out the details
of its device, I was certain that it bore a Lion rending a Unicorn. He came
to a halt about ten or twelve paces from Luke, who stopped an instant later.
Dalt gestured, and his retainers drove the butts of their torches into the
ground. Julian and I immediately did the same, and we remained near them, as
Dalt's men were doing
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