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

My Love On Lyra In The Hands Of Gentle Friends.' But his mind kept returning to the fact that the
stanza might never be heard ... if his plans succeeded. He wondered then how many such stanzas had
been composed never to be heard.



The days went by with an ever-slowing, dragging monotony.

Eighty-one days,he reminded himself time and again.Bingaling turned back at eighty-one days.

By the seventy-ninth day he could see why. There was no doubt then that he was feeling the first
ungentle suasions of the push. His mind kept searching for logical reasons.

You've done your best. No shame in turning back now. Bingaling's undoubtedly right - it's nothing but
cloud all the way through. No stars in here... noplanets.

But he was certain what the Bu-psych people had done to him and this helped. He watched the forward
scanners for the first sign of a glow. And this helped, too. He was still going some place.

The eighty-first day passed.

The eighty-second.

On the eighty-sixth day he began to see a triple glow ahead - like lights through fog; only the fog was
black and otherwise empty.

By this time it was taking a conscious effort to keep his hands from straying toward the flip-flop controls
that would turn the ship one hundred eighty degrees onto its return track.

Three lights in the emptiness.

Ninety-four days - two days longer than he'd ever withstood the push before - and his ship swam free of
the cloud into open space with three stars lined out at a one o'clock angle ahead of him - a distant
white-blue giant, a nearby orange dwarf and in the center ... a lovely golden sol-type to the fifth decimal
of comparison.

Feverishly, Beirut activated his mass-anomaly scanners, probing space around the golden-yellow sun.

The push was terrible now, insisting that he turn around. But this was the final convincer for Beirut . If the
thing Bu-psych had done to him insisted he go back now, right after discovering three new suns - then
there could be only one answer to the question 'Why?' They didn't want a B-Service rogue settling down
on his own world. The push was a built-in safeguard to make sure the scout returned.

Beirut forced himself to study his instruments.

Presently, the golden star gave up its secret - a single planet with a single moon. He punched for first
approximation, watched the resultsstutteroff the feedout tape: planetarymass .998421 of Earth norm ...
rotation forty plus standard hours ... mean orbital distance 243 million kilometers ... perturbation nine
degrees ... orbital variation thirty-eight plus.