"Peter F. Hamilton - Misspent youth" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Peter F)

'Dad, how do they do this? Dad,'

'Do what?'

'This[' Timothy pointed urgently at the tap and its impossible
flow of water. 'How, dad, how'

'Oh, that.' eff managed to sound completely uninterested. 'It's
magic, son. That's all.'

Timothy pulled an annoyed face. 'No it's not Do they teleport
the water, or something?'

'Teleport' Jeff shook his head in faint exasperation. 'You watch
far too much cable, don't you?'


'This is an old hangar; the past is still alive in here. There are
lots of pockets of magic left over from olden times, scattered all
across the countw.' He gestured at the tap. 'And this is one of
them. Right, dear?'

Sue raised an eyebrow. 'I think it's lunchtime now.'

left was nonplussed by the reply. 'Guess we'd better eat, then,'

he told Timothy. 'What are you having, three puddings?'

'Yeah'

'No!' Sue said quicMy. 'Honestly, you're worse than he is.'

]eff pulled a face behind her back. Timothy giggled. He couldn't
resist one last look at the magic tap as they walked back out into
the scorching sunlight.

The Bakers headed for one of the biggest pavilions lining the
taxiway. They weren't on the admission list, but leff was insistent
with the uniformed steward on the gate. Timothy waited

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impatiently while a senior company otlacial was summoned from
the pavilion; aircraft were taking off from the runway, and the
pavilion blocked his view. When he arrived, the official was effusive
in his greeting. The company would be greatly honoured to have