"Raymond Kaminski - The Amazons of Somelon v1.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kaminski Raymond)

"Like my mother destroyed my father?"

"They destroyed each other. She made too great a sacrifice for him, one he could never redeem. The burden would have bowed any man's shoulders. It crushed them both."

Sheryl watched him shift sand from one hand to the other. The dust turned the palms red and pasty. It might have been dried blood.

"I don't understand this, Kryl. You say a lot, but you leave more unsaid. If there is something you're hiding from me, I wish you'd bring it out into the open. I deserve to know."

"I can only warn you and hope you will trust me. Your father knew he was going to die, so he looked for somebody to take his place in your life. In desperation, he picked this Kio. Sheryl, you can't base your future on the actions of a sick, desperate man."

"Kio is the desperate one now. Without me he's lost."

"And with you?"

"Your question will be answered after I catch the Horlas."

Sheryl stood up. She was so tall that her head was lost in the darkness above the fire.

"Yes, when I saw the Horlas, they had no male captives."

Kryl looked up to where Sheryl's face should be. There was a short pause before she spoke.

"They were here?"

"And there. They came thundering over my burrow a night ago, shaking the earth till my yellow teeth rattled. There was no male captive, I tell you."

"You're sure they were Horlas?"

"I know the Horlas, Sheryl."

"You saw Micar?"

"Yes. I told you."

"And Allukah?"

The muscles in Kryl's face tightened.

"I saw no male captive."

With the speed of a meteorite entering the earth's atmosphere, Sheryl's face dropped out of the sky. She grabbed him and shook him till the old head bobbled on his shoulders.

"Tell me. Did you see Allukah?"

"Yes; damn it. Yes, I saw her."

She relaxed her grip. He collapsed.

"You lie badly, old man."