"Anderson, Poul - We Have Fed Our Sea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Anderson Poul)

cosmic junk. Billions of meteors hit Sarai every day. Hundreds of them got through to the surface. But Sarai was as big as Earth, he told himself. Sarai had oceans, deserts, uninhabited plains and forests . . . why, even on Sarai you were more likely to be killed by lightning than by a meteorite andЧandЧ Oh, the jewel in the lotus! he cried out. I am afraid. I am
afraid of the black sun.

Iv.

IT was raining again, but no one on Krasna pays attention to that. They wear a few light non-absorbent garments
and welcome the rain on their bodies, a momentТs relief from saturated hot air. The clouds thin overhead, so that the land glimmers with watery brightness, sometimes even the uppermost clouds break apart and Tau Ceti spears a blinding reddish shaft through smoke-blue masses and silvery rain.
Chang Sverdlov rode into Dynamogorsk with a hornbeast lashed behind his saddle. It had been a dangerous chase, through the tidal marshes and up over the bleak heights of Czar Nicholas IV Range, but he needed evidence to back his story, that he had only been going out to hunt. Mukerji, the chief intelligence officer of the Protectorate garrison, was getting suspicious, God rot his brain.
Two soldiers came along the elevated sidewalk. Rain drummed on their helmets and sluiced off the slung rifles. Earth soldiers went in armed pairs on a street like Trumpet Road: for a Krasnan swamprancher, fisher, miner, logger, trapper, brawling away his accumulated loneliness, with a skinful of vodka or rice wine, a fluff-headed fille-de-joie to impress, and a sullen suspicion that the dice had been loaded, was apt to unlimber his weapons when he saw a blueback.
Sverdlov contented himself with spitting at their boots, which were about level with his head. It went unnoticed in the downpour. And in the noise, and crowding, and blinking lights, with thunder above the cityТs gables. He clucked to his saurian and guided her toward the middle of the slough called Trumpet Road. Its excitement lifted his anger a bit. IТll report in, he told himself, and go wheedle an advance from the Guild bank, and then make up six weeks of bushranging in a way the joyhouses will remember!
He turned off on the Avenue of Tigers and stopped before a certain inn. Tethering his lizard and throwing the guard a coin, he entered the taproom. It was as full of men and racket as usual. He shouldered up to the bar. The landlord recognized him; Sverdlov was a very big and solid young man, bulletheaded, crop-haired, with a thick nose and small brown eyes in a pockmarked face. The landlord drew a mug of kvass, spiked it with vodka, and set it out. He nodded toward the ceiling. УI will tell her you are here,Ф he said, and left.
Sverdlov leaned on the bar, one hand resting on a pistol butt, the other holding up his drink. I could wish it really were one of the upstairs girls expecting me, he thought. Do we need all this melodrama of codes, countersigns, and cell organization? He considered the seething of near-naked men in the room. A chess game, a card game, a dirty joke, an Indian wrestling match, a brag, a wheedle, an incipient fight: his own Krasnans! It hardly seemed possible that any of those ears could have been hired by the Protector and yet .
The landlord came back. УSheТs here and ready for you,Ф he grinned. A couple of nearby men guffawed coarsely. Sverdlov tossed off his drink, lit one of the cheap cigars he favored, and pushed through to the stairs.
At the end of a third floor corridor he rapped on a door. A voice invited him in. The room beyond was small and drably furnished, but its window looked down a straight street to the townТs end and a sudden feathery splendor of rainbow trees. Lightning flimmered through the bright rain of Krasna. Sverdlov wondered scornfully if Earth had jungle and infinite promise on any doorstep.
He closed the door and nodded at the two men who sat waiting. He knew fat Li-Tsung; the gaunt Arabic-looking fellow was strange to him, and neither asked for an introduction.
Li-Tsung raised an eyebrow. Sverdlov said, УIt is going well. They were having some new troublesЧthe aerospores were playing merry hell with the electrical insulationЧbut I think I worked out a solution. The Wetlanders are keeping our boys amply fed, and there is no indication anyone has betrayed them. Yet.Ф
The thin man asked, УThis is the clandestine bomb factory?Ф
УNo,Ф said Li-Tsung. УIt is time you learned of these matters,
especially when you are leaving the system today. This man has been helping direct something more important than small arms manufacture. They are tooling up out there to make interplanetary missiles.Ф
УWhat for?Ф answered the stranger. УOnce the Fellowship has seized the mattercaster, it will be years before reinforcements can arrive from any other system. YouТll have time enough to build heavy armament then.Ф He glanced inquiringly at Sverdlov. Li-Tsung nodded. УIn fact,Ф said the thin man, Уmy division is trying to so organize things that there will be no closer Protectorate forces than Earth itself. Simultaneous revolution on a dozen planets. Then it would be at least two decades before spaceships could reach Tau Ceti.Ф
УAh,Ф grunted Sverdlov. He lowered his hairy body into a chair. His cigar jabbed at the thin man. УHave you ever thought the Earthlings are no fools? The mattercaster for the Tau Ceti System is up there on Moon Two. Sure. We seize it, or destroy it. But is it the only transceiver around?Ф
The thin man choked. Li-Tsung murmured, УThis is not for the rank and file. There is enough awe of Earth already to hold the people back. But in point of fact, the Protector is an idiot if there is not at least one asteroid in some unlikely orbit, with a heavy-duty Сcaster mounted on it. We can expect the Navy in our skies within hours of the independence proclamation. We must be prepared to fight!Ф
УButЧФ said the thin man. УBut this means it will take years more to make ready than I thought. I had hopedЧФ
УThe Centaurians rebelled prematurely, forty years ago,Ф said Li-Tsung. УLet us never forget the lesson. Do you want to be lobotomized?Ф
There was silence for a while. Rain hammered on the roof. Down in the street, a couple of rangers just in from the Uplands were organizing an impromptu saurian fight.
УWell,Ф said Sverdlov at last. УIТd better not stay here.Ф
УOh, but you should,Ф said Li-Tsung. УYou are supposedly visiting a woman, do you remember?Ф
Sverdlov snorted impatience, but reached for the little chess set in his pouch. УWhoТll play me a quick game, then?Ф
УAre the bright lights that attractive?Ф asked Li-Tsung.
Sverdlov spoke an obscenity. УIТve spent nearly my whole
leave chasing through the bush and up into the Czar,Ф he said. УIТll be off to ThovoЧor worse yet, to Krimchak or Cupra or the Belt, Thovo has a settlement at leastЧfor weeks. Months, perhaps! Let me relax a little first.Ф
УAs a matter of fact,Ф said Li-Tsung, Уyour next berth has already been assigned, and it is not to any of those places. It is outsystem.Ф In his public persona, he was a minor official in the local branch of the Astronautical Guild.
УWhat?Ф Sverdlov cursed for a steady minute. УYou mean IТm to be locked up for a month on some stinking ship in the middle of interstellar space, andЧФ
УCalmly, please, calmly. You wonТt be standing a routine single-handed just-in-case watch. This will be rather more interesting. You will be on the XA463, the Southern Cross.Ф

S VERDLOV considered. He had taken his turn on the stellar vessels, but had no interest in them: they were a chore, one of the less desirable aspects of the spacemanТs life. He had even been on duty when a new system was entered, but it had thrilled him not. Its planets turned out to be poisonous hells; he had finished his hitch and gone home before they even completed the transceiver station, the devil could drink his share of the celebration party.
УI donТt know which of them that would be,Ф he said.
УIt is bound for Alpha Crucis. Or was. Several years ago, the photographs taken by its instruments were routinely roboanalyzed on Earth. There were discrepancies. Chiefly, some of the background stars were displaced, the Einstein effect of mass on light rays. A more careful study revealed there was a feeble source of long radio waves in that direction. They appear to be the dying gasp of a star.Ф
Since SverdlovТs work involved him with the atomic nucleus, he could not help arguing: УI donТt think so. The dying gasp, as you put it, would be gravitational potential energy, released as radiation when a starТs own fires are all exhausted. But a thing so cold it only emits in the far radio frequencies . . . IТd say that was merely some kind of turbulence in what passes for an atmosphere. That the star isnТt just dying, itТs dead.Ф
УI donТt know,Ф shrugged Li-Tsung. УPerhaps no one does. This expedition will be to answer such questions. They gave up
on Alpha Crucis for the time being and decelerated the ship toward this black star. it is arriving there pow. The next personnel will take up an orbit and make the initial studies. You are the engineer.Ф
Sverdlov drew heavily on his cigar. УWhy me?Ф he protested. УIТm an interplanetary man. Except for those interstellar tours, IТve never even been out of the Tau Ceti System.Ф
УThat may be one reason you were picked,Ф said Li-Tsung. УThe Guild does not like its men too provincial in outlook.Ф
УSurely,Ф sneered Sverdlov. УWe colonials can travel anywhere we please, except to Earth. Only our goods go to Earth without special permission.Ф
УYou need not recruit us into the Fellowship of Independence,Ф said the thin man in a parched voice.
Sverdlov clamped teeth together and got out through stiff lips: УThere will be Earthlings aboard, wonТt there? ItТs asking for trouble, to put me on the same ship as an Earthling.Ф
УYou will be very polite and co-operative,Ф said Li-Tsung sharply. УThere are other reasons for your assignment. I cannot say much, but you can guess that we have sympathizers, even members, in the Guild . . . on a higher level than spacehand! It is possible that something of potential military value will be learned from the dark star. Who knows? Something about force fields orЧUse your own imagination. It can do no harm to have a Fellowship man on the Cross. It may do some good. You will report to me when you return.Ф
УVery well, very well,Ф grumbled Sverdlov. УI can stand a month or two of Earthlings, I suppose.Ф
УYou will get your official orders soon,Ф Li-Tsung told him. He glanced at his watch. УI think you can run along now; you have a reputation as a, hm-m-m, fast worker. Enjoy yourself.Ф
УAnd donТt get talking drunk,Ф said the thin man.