"Philip Jose Farmer - WOT 3 - A Private Cosmos" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farmer Phillip Jose)

A PRIVATE COSMOS
There were many artifacts here, but those catching his attention were long extendible ladders for
use in the library. He set one upright, its end propped against the lip of a shaft in the ceiling.
He placed the sword at the foot of the ladder, then picked up another ladder and ran with it down
the hall, went through a doorway into a branching hall, and stopped below another shaft.
Here he propped the ladder against the edge of the hole in the ceiling and climbed up. By bracing
his back against one side of the shaft and his feet against the other, he could thrust-slide his
body up the hollow.
He hoped that the first ladder and the sword by it would fool his pursuers, so they would waste
time shooting arrows up its dark hole. When they realized he was not to be brought down like a
bear in a hollow tree, they would think that he had managed to get to a branching shaft in time.
Then some of them would go up the shaft after him. If they were smart, they would delay long
enough to take off their heavy chain-mail shirts, skirts, leggings, and steel helmets.
If they were smart enough, though, they would also realize that he might be playing a trick. They
would explore the halls deeper in. And they might soon be under this shaft and send an arrow
through his body.
Inspired by this thought, he climbed more swiftly. He would back upward several inches, feet
planted firmly, legs straining. Then he'd slide the feet up, then the back up, then the feet upтАФat
least the walls were smooth and greasy-feeling jade, not rough steel, stone, or wood. After he had
gone perhaps twenty feet upwardтАФwhich meant a drop of forty feet to the floorтАФhe came to a shaft
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which ran at right angles to his.
He had to twist around then so that he faced downward. He could see that the ladder still lay
propped against the bright end of the shaft. There was no sound coming up the well. He pulled
himself up and onto the horizontal floor.
At that moment, he heard a faint voice. The soldiers must have fallen for his ruse. They'were
either coming up that first tube after him or had already done so and were, possibly, in the same
horizontal shaft in which he was.
Kickaha decided to discourage them. If he did find a way out, he might also find that they were
right behind himтАФor worse, just below him. They could have passed bows and arrows from one to
another up the shaft; if they had, they could shoot him down without danger to themselves.
Trying to figure out the direction of the shaft where he had left the first ladder, he came to a
junction where three horizontal tunnels met above a vertical one. There the twilight of the place
became a little brighter. He leaped across the hole in the floor and approached the brightening.
On coming around a bend, he saw a Teutoniac bending over with his back to him. He was holding a
torch, which a man in the vertical shaft had just handed to him. The man in the hole was muttering
that the torch had scorched him. The man above was whispering fiercely that they should all be
quiet.
The climbers had shed their armor and all arms except the daggers in the sheaths on their belts.
However, a bow and a quiver of arrows was passed up to the soldier in the tunnel. The men in the
vertical shaft were forming a chain to transport weapons. Kickaha noted that they would have been
wiser to place six or seven in the tunnel first
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to prevent attack by their quarry.
Kickaha had thought of jumping the lone soldier at once, but he decided to wait until they had
transported all the weapons they intended to use. And so bow after bow, quiver after quiver,
swords, and finally even the armor was passed up and given to the man in the tunnel, who piled
them neatly to one side. Kickaha was disgusted: didn't they understand that armor would only weigh
them down and give their quarry an advantage? Moreover, the heavy thick mail and the heavy