"Alan Dean Foster - Humanx 1 - Midworld" - читать интересную книгу автора (Foster Alan Dean)the belly of some nightcrawler, he fell into a sound,
dreamless sleep. It had been a fairly hard rain, Bom reflected as he stared out through the bole cut in the gall. Behind him, Ruumahum slept on oblivious. The furcot would continue to do so until Bom woke him. Left to his own devices, a furcot would sleep all but a few hours a day. Droplets still fell from the green sky above, though the rain had long since ceased. A couple struck Bom in the face. He shook the tepid moisture away. Walk- ing would be slippery and uncertain for a while, but they would start immediately anyway. He was anxious to be Home. Anxious to see the look on Brightly Go's face when he dumped the grazer at her feet. Rising, he booted Ruumahum in the ribs a couple of times. The furcot moaned. Bom repeated the ac- tion. Ruumahum got to his feet two at a time, grum- bling irritably. "Already morning... ?" 14 "Long day's march, Ruumahum," Bom told him. "Long rain last night. There should be red berries and pium out before midday." Ruumahum brightened at the thought of food. He would have preferred to sleep, but . . . pium, now. A last stretch, extending forepaws out in front of him and pulling, digging eight parallel grooves into the alloy-tough dead base of the gall. Persons, he had to admit, were sometimes useful to have around. They had a way of finding good things to eat and making the very eating more enjoyable. For such rewards Ruumahum was willing to overlook Bom's faults. His triple pupils brightened. Humans flattered themselves with the idea that they had done an awesome job of domesticating the first furcots. The furcots saw no need to dispute this. The reality of it was that they had stuck with the persons out of curiosity. Human persons were the first beings the furcots had ever encountered who were unpredictable enough to keep them awake. One could never quite predict what a person might doтАФeven one's own person. So they kept up the pact without really understanding why, knowing only that |
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