"Simon R. Green - Deathstalker - 2 - Deathstalker Rebellion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Simon R)

always like this when the pressure was on, and he had too much time to think. The
afternoon before he'd made his first major speech at the Imperial Historians'
Convention, he'd spent so long in their toilets that they actually sent someone in to
ask if he was all right.

Owen sniffed, stepped inside the starship's single toilet, and pulled the door shut
behind him. It wasn't much; just a small steel cubicle with a gleaming steel bowl.
Owen unzipped and aimed carefully. He didn't want the others to think he was
incredibly nervous. It was the waiting that got to him. He was hardly nervous at
all during a fight. Usually, because he was too busy trying to keep himself from
being killed to have time to worry. But beforehand, his imagination always
insisted on picturing all the ways things could go horribly wrong in a hurry. And
his current mission of heading for Golgotha, the most closely guarded planet in
the Empire, in a golden ship built by inhuman beings who were once officially
known as the Enemies of Humanity, had never struck him as being that sane an
idea in the first place.

Even if it had been his idea.



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But it had to be said the Hadenman ship was the best choice open to the nascent
rebellion. His own ship, the marvelous Sunstrider, had been one of the fastest in
the Empire, but he'd had to leave it where it crashed, deep in the deadly jungles of
Shandrakor. And his ancestor Giles's vessel, the Last Standing, had been ruled out
very early on. A huge stone castle with a built-in stardrive was many things, but
inconspicuous wasn't one of them. The sleek golden ships of the Hadenmen,
however, were everything the rebels needed, and more. Incredibly fast, powerfully
armed, and so tightly cloaked there wasn't a sensor display in the Empire sensitive
enough to pick them up. In theory, anyway. The Hadenmen had been out of things
for a while.

The one thing the starship hadn't had was a toilet. Apparently, augmented men
didn't need such things. Owen hadn't inquired further. He didn't think he really
wanted to know. When Owen had discovered he and Hazel d'Ark had been
volunteered to represent the rebellion on this mission, he had argued long and
loudly against the decision. And when he lost, as he'd always known he would,
even before he opened his mouth, he had stated flatly that he wasn't going
anywhere with the Hadenmen until they installed a toilet. The Hadenman craft
might be incredibly fast and powerful, but it was still a long trip to Golgotha, and
Owen knew only too well what his nerves were going to be like.

So they'd added this cramped little cubicle especially for him and his nerves.
There was no washbasin, rug around the base, or even a seat to lift. There was no
toilet paper, either, but Owen had already decided very firmly that he wasn't going
to think about that eventuality. He looked at his reflection in the steel wall before