"C M Kornbluth - The Words Of Guru" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kornbluth C M)

Then we all began to chant, clapping our hands and beating our thighs. One of them rose slowly and
circled about the fires in a slow pace, her eyes rolling wildly. She worked her jaws and flung her arms
about so sharply that I could hear the elbows crack. Still shuffling her feet against the rock floor she bent
her body backwards down to her feet. Her belly muscles were bands nearly standing out from her skin,
and the oil rolled down her body and legs. As the palms of her hands touched the ground, she collapsed
in a twitching heap and began to set up a thin wailing noise against the steady chant and hand beat

that the rest of us were keeping up. Another of them did the same as the first, and we chanted louder for
her and still louder for the third. Then, while we still beat our hands and thighs, one of them took up the
third, laid her across the altar, and made her ready with a stone knife. The fire's light gleamed off the
chipped edge of obsidian. As her blood drained down the groove, cut as a gutter into the rock of the
altar, we stopped our chant and the fires were snuffed out.

But still we could see what was going on, for these things were, of course, not happening at all-only
seeming to happen, really, just as all the people and things there only seemed to be what they were. Only
I was real. That must be why they desired me so.

As the last of the fires died Guru excitedly whispered: "The Presence!" He was very deeply moved.

From the pool of blood from the third dancer's body there issued the Presence. It was the tallest one
there, and when it spoke its voice was deeper, and when it commanded its commands were obeyed.

"Let blood!" it commanded, and we gashed ourselves with flints. It smiled and showed teeth bigger and
sharper and whiter than any of the others.
"Make water!" it commanded, and we all spat on each other. It flapped its wings and rolled its eyes,
which were bigger and redder than any of the others.

"Pass flame!" it commanded, and we breathed smoke and fire on our limbs. It stamped its feet, let blue
flames roar from its mouth, and they were bigger and wilder than any of the others.

Then it returned to the pool of blood and we lit the fires again. Guru was staring straight before him; I
tugged his arm. He bowed as though we were meeting for the first time that night.

"What are you thinking of?" I asked. "We shall go now."

"Yes," he said heavily. "Now we shall go." Then we said the word that had brought us there.

The first man I killed was Brother Paul, at the school where I went to learn the things that Guru did not
teach me.

It was less than a year ago, but it seems like a very long time. I have killed so many times since then.

"You're a very bright boy, Peter," said the brother.

"Thank you, brother."

"But there are things about you that I don't understand. Normally

I'd ask your parents but-I feel that they don't understand either. You were an infant prodigy, weren't