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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. Then Dalt nodded to Luke, and they both advanced
again, meeting at the center of the box formed by the lights, clasping right
forearms, staring into each other's eyes. Luke's back was to me, but I could
see Dalt's face. He showed no signs of emotion, but his lips were already
moving. I couldn't hear a word that was being said, between the wind and the
fact that they seemed intentionally to be keeping it low. At least, I
finally had a point of reference for Dalt's size. Luke is about six three,
and I could see that Dalt was several inches taller. I glanced at Julian,
but he was not looking my way. I wondered how many eyes regarded us from
both sides of the field.
Julian is always a bad person to check for reactions. He was simply
watching the two of them, expressionless, stolid. I cultivated the same
attitude, and the minutes passed, the snow kept falling.
After a long while Luke turned away and headed back toward us. Dalt
moved off toward one of his torchbearers. Luke stopped midway between us,
and Julian and I moved to join him.
"What's up?" I asked him.
"Oh," he said, "I think I found a way of settling this without a war."
"Great," I said. "What did you sell him?"
"I sold him on the idea of fighting a duel with me to determine how
this thing goes," he explained.
"God damn it, Luke! " I said. "That guy's a pro! And I'm sure he's got
our genetic package for strength
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