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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. At that, I saw him place his napkin upon the
tabletop and rise to his feet.
My vision cleared slowly and I beheld Fiona, looking stern, rocks at
her back, a pale green sky above her.
"Merlin," she said. "Where are you?"
"Far away," I answered. "It's' a long story. What's going on? Where are
you?"
She smiled bleakly.
"Far away," she replied.
"We seem to have chosen very scenic spots," I observed. "Did you pick
the sky to complement your hair?"
"Enough! " she said. "I did not call you to compare travel notes."
At that moment Mandor came up aside me and placed . his hand upon my
shoulder, which was hardly in keeping with his character; as it is
considered a gauche thing to do when a Trump communication is obviously in
progress-on the order of intentionally picking up an extension phone and
breaking in on someone's call. Nevertheless. . . .
"My! My!" he said. "Will you please introduce me, Merlin?"
"Who," Fiona asked, "is that?"
"This is my brother Mandor," I told her, "of the House of Sawall in the
Courts of Chaos. Mandor; this is my Aunt Fiona, Princess of Amber."
Mandor bowed.
"I have heard of you, Princess," he said. "It is indeed a pleasure."
Her eyes widened for a moment.
"I know of the house," she replied, "but I'd no idea of Merlin's
relationship with it. I am pleased to know you
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