"Alexander Kazantsev - The Destruction of Faena" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kazantsev Alexander)

It was innate in Faetians to be mutually attracted "at first sight", which
they did not always admit even to themselves.
The daughter of Yar Jupi had justified the name her father had given
herтАФshe had fallen in love straightway with a visitor clad in foam and, in
Mother Lua's opinion, had lost her wits.
"Think, my dear! If he was a longface, it would have been all right. But
they're going to call this one a half-breed. Contempt and hatred! Think
again, my dear! I taught you the truth about all the Faetians, but not for
that!.."
"No," replied Mada firmly. "Let it be the way I want it. You will go to his
companion and tell him where Ave and I are going to meet."
"You'll be noticed together! The Blood Guard will seize him. Don't wish
him harm."
"It shall be as I have said. Others will not be able to look at us. We shall
meet in the palace garden."
"The garden behind the Wall?" echoed Lua in alarm.
"You will escort them through the Blood Door."
Mother Lua looked downcast. But Mada paid no attention to her,
walking on with her chin up.
The Blood Door! It was one of the most reliable of the devices in the
Lair, as the Dictator's palace was called. Yar Jupi had long been racked by
persecution mania. It seemed to him that there were conspiracies under
way everywhere to assassinate him. Consequently, he had been living for
many cycles without leaving the territory of the Lair and never letting
himself be seen outside its walls. He communicated with his subordinates
only over closed TV. He trusted no one. Security was maintained at key
points by automatons who admitted only chosen Faetians with
identifiable brain biocurrents.
Only the Faetians closest to the Dictator could use the Blood Door.
There was no other key to it and no outsider could open it.
And now Mother Lua had to escort foreigners into the garden outside
the Wall. She knew that her charge would not change her mind. Moreover,
she did not want to obstruct Mada in any case.
Need it be said that Ave, the young Faetian, had also fallen in love?
Inclined to extremes by nature, time and time again he relived the
moments when, with their arms round each other's waists, he and the
wonderful Faetess had ridden the surf together. He was in a fever, but he
could not imagine how to see his beloved again, since she had turned out
to be Yar Jupi's daughter.
Grunting as if carrying a heavy load, Kutsi Merc trudged along behind
Ave. He was not in the least surprised to notice that the nurse had fallen
behind her charge and was adjusting a shoelace.
Letting Ave go ahead, the hunchback hung back near the roundhead,
and she, without straightening up, said almost inaudibly:
"As soon as shining Jupi rises in the sky, take your master to the ruins
of the old shrine in the Dread Wall."
Kutsi Merc nodded, grinned craftily and caught up with his master.
"Success is the envy of failures. A tryst has been made at the old ruins in
the light of Jupi, the brightest of planets."
Ave looked round suddenly.