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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. Her boots looked fine for walking, and she had on a
dark hat that covered most of her hair. There were gloves and a dagger at
her belt.
"All ready," she said when she saw me.
"Great," I replied, smiling, and I led her out into the hallway.
She started to turn in the direction of the main doorway, but I led her
off to the right, then later to the left.
"Less conspicuous to use one of the side doors," I said.
"You people are certainly secretive," she said.
"Habit," I replied. "The less that outsiders know of your business the
better."
"What outsiders? What are you afraid of?"
"Just now? A great number of things. But I don't really want to spend a
nice day like this making lists."
She shook her head in what I took to be a mixture of awe and disgust.
"It's true what they say then?" she asked. "That your affairs are so
complex you all carry scorecards?"
"Haven't had time for any affairs recently," I told her, "or even a
simple score." Then, "Sorry," I added, when I saw her blush. "Life has been
a bit complicated for me lately."
"Oh," she said, glancing at me, clearly asking for elaboration.
"Some other time," I said, forcing a laugh, flipping my cloak, and
greeting a guard.
She nodded and, diplomatically, changed the subject:
"I guess I came at the wrong time of year to see your famous gardens
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