"BUJOLD, Lois McMaster - Vorkosigan 10 - Mirror Dance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bujold Lois McMaster)

CHAPTER ONE



The row of comconsole booths lining the passenger concourse of EscobarТs largest commercial orbital transfer station had

mirrored doors, divided into diagonal sections by rainbow-colored lines of lights. Doubtless someoneТs idea of decor. The

mirror-sections were deliberately set slightly out of alignment, fragmenting their reflections. The short man in the grey and

white military uniform scowled at his divided self framed therein.



His image scowled back. The insignia-less mercenary officerТs undress kitЧpocketed jacket, loose trousers tucked into

ankle-topping bootsЧwas correct in every detail. He studied the body under the uniform. A stretched-out dwarf with a

twisted spine, short-necked, big-headed. Subtly deformed, and robbed by his short stature of any chance of the disturbing

near-rightness passing unnoticed. His dark hair was neatly trimmed. Beneath black brows, the grey eyesТ glower deepened.

The body, too, was correct in every detail. He hated it.



The mirrored door slid up at last, and a woman exited the booth. She wore a soft wrap tunic and flowing trousers. A

fashionable bandolier of expensive electronic equipment hanging decoratively on a jeweled chain across her torso advertised

her status. Her beginning stride was arrested at the sight of him, and she recoiled, buffeted by his black and hollow stare, then

went carefully around him with a mumbled, "Excuse me . . . IТm sorry. ..."



He belatedly twisted up his mouth on an imitation smile, and muttered something half-inaudible conveying enough

allegiance to the social proprieties for him to pass by. He hit the keypad to lower the door again, sealing himself from sight.

Alone at last, for one last moment, if only in the narrow confines of a commercial comm booth. The womanТs perfume lingered

cloyingly in the air, along with a frisson of station odors; recycled air, food, bodies, stress, plastics and metals and cleaning

compounds. He exhaled, and sat, and laid his hands out flat on the small countertop to still their trembling.