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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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"Yeah, they've pretty much had it for the season," I said, "except for
Benedict's Japanese garden which
kind of far out back. Perhaps we can go and have a cup of tea there one
day, but I thought we'd go into town now."
"Sounds fine," she agreed.
I told the postern guard to tell Henden, Amber's steward, that we were
heading into town and weren't sure when we'd be back. He said that he would
as soon as he got off duty, which would be pretty soon. My experience at
Bloody Bill's had taught me the lesson of leaving such messages-not that I
thought we were in any danger; or that Llewella's knowing wouldn't be
sufficient.
Leaves crunched beneath our feet as we took one of the walks toward a
side gate. With only a few strands of cirruis high overhead, the sun shone
brightly. To the west, a flock of dark birds flapped its way toward the
ocean, south.
"It's already snowed back home," she told me.
"You're lucky."
"There's a warm current that gives us a break," I said, remembering
something Gerard had once told me. "It moderates the climate considerably;
compared to other places at equal latitude."
"You travel a lot?" she asked me.
"I've been traveling more than I care to," I said, "recently. I'd like
to sit down and go to seed for about a year."
"Business or pleasure?" she asked me, as a guard let us out the gate
and I quickly surveyed the environs for lurkers
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