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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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Their intelligence service must keep a close eye on doings in and abou
Kashfa."
"Don't pursue that topic," Vialle said, moving toward the door. "If
they let something slip or want to give something away, fine. Bring it home.
But don't show them you'd like. to know."
Vialle took my arm and I guided her out, heading toward the Yellow
Room. Llewella produced a small mirror from somewhere and inspected her
features. Obviously pleased, she put it away, then remarked, "Lucky you
showed up, Merlin. An extra smiling face is always useful at times like
this."
"Why don't I feel lucky?" I said.
We made our way to the room where the prime minister and his daughters
waited. Their servants had already retired to the kitchen for refreshments.
The official party was still hungry, which says something about protocol,
especially since it seemed to take a long while before some trays of
provender could be attractively assembled. Orkuz was of medium stature and
stocky, his black hair tastefully streaked, the lines on his broad face
seeming to indicate that he did a lot more frowning than smiling-a practice
in which he indulged most of the while that afternoon. Nayda's was a more
pleasingly sculpted version of his face, and though she showed the same
tendency towardl corpulence, it was held firmly in check at an attractive
level of roundedness
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