"Ron Goulart - Change Over" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

Carnivan ran from the palace and headed for his embassy building. The night was calm and clear.




Lovely Corinna Candlebart turned off her desk phone and inclined her head so that Carnivan's kiss hit
her on the cheekbone. "I know," she said.

"Know how fond I am of you?" Carnivan backed away from her cream-colored metal desk and began
loping nervously around the room.

"I meant I know King Umberto is making changes again," said the pretty blonde girl. "We just got a
report from a Political Espionage field agent."

Carnivan continued doing a little trot around the big office, hopping from one oval native mat to another.
"You shouldn't be working so late, Corinna. I really appreciate you and enjoy your presence but I don't
want you coming down with mono or Goldstone's twitch or something." He stopped still. "A PEO man
has spotted the king? Where?"

"He's on a rampage down in the ghetto."

"Which ghetto?"

Corinna touched a memo pad with one slender hand. "Ghetto #13. He's been galloping around in front of
the Chez Null club."

"Damn, that anti-establishment hangout," said Carnivan. "Wait. How come they know it's the king if he's
a horse at the moment?"

"Apparently he's still wearing his crown."



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 Change Over

"Let's see," said Carnivan, checking the bank of wall clocks. "I've still got over an hour before he's due to
speak at the Opera Guild meet. Wish me luck."

The striking blonde touched warm fingers to his wrist. "You, too, should take care. Bob. All this running
around you do." She kissed her fingertips and pressed them to his ear. "I'd hate to see you fall ill."

"I know, Corrie," he said. "But it's my job. I have a hope we can get the government here in Zombada
Territory propped up and resembling some kind of democracy."

"I admire your idealism. Bob."

He kissed her on the jaw and left the hollow, under-heated embassy building. In the robot cab, heading
for Ghetto #13, he passed the Civic Opera House. Coming Next Week! announced the marquee. The
Ballad Of Generalissimo Noz! Carnivan nodded to himself. That opera just might do it.