"Frank Herbert - Escape Felicity" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

place in spite of the dangers. His knees shook.
The native who had given him the figurine, stepped forward, reclaimed it. 'Toogayala,' the native said. It
pointed to the inverted U on the figure and then to the symbol on its own chest.

'But they only have a steam engine,' Beirut protested.

'Very sophisticated steam engine,' the computer said. 'Cannon is retractable, gyroscopically mounted,
self-tracking.'

'They can fix the ship!' Beirut said.

'If they will,' the computer said.

The tall native stepped forward now, touched a finger to the lingua pack, said: 's'Chareecha' with a
falling inflection. Beirut watched the hand carefully. It was six-fingered, definitely, the skin a mauve-blue.
The fingers were horn-tipped and double-knuckled.

Try ung-ung,' the computer suggested.'

'Ung-ung,' Beirut said.



The tall one jumped backward and all five sent their eye stalks peering toward the sky. They set up an
excited chattering among themselves in which Beirut caught several repeated sounds: 'Yaubron ...
s'Chareecha ... Autoga ... Sreese-sreese ... '

'We have an approximation for entry now,' the computer said. 'The tall one is called Autoga. Address
him by name.'

'Autoga,' Beirut said.

The tall one turned, tipped his eye stalks toward Beirut .

'SayAi-Yaubron ung sreese s'Chareecha,' the computer said.

Beirut obeyed.

The natives faced each other, returned their attention to Beirut . Presently, they began grunting almost
uncontrollably. Autoga sat down on the ground, pounded it with his hands, all the while keeping up the
grunting.

'What the devil?' Beirut said.

'They're laughing,' the computer said. 'Go sit beside Autoga.'

'On the ground?' Beirut asked.

'Yes.'