"David A. Kyle - Lensman 10 - Z- Lensman" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kyle David A)

dies and I live, I must be purged. I order myself not to destroy this message,
but to act on it.
In any case, Angzex must be informed of all this, and he is to determine who
else must be
informed."
To Armstrong the message was perfectly clear, although the reasoning behind it
was not.
Who was Angzex?
Could it be that Bovreck and Ymkzex were already dead, perhaps even as a
consequence
of this order by Bovreck?
Armstrong could have used at that moment a Palainian sense of perception, that
mental
ability to perceive the innermost structure of physical objects, that
incredibly effective
substitute for sight. He did have, though never adequately tested, the use of
an extremely
sensitive rapport with all lifeforms, but this talent now was producing
nothing but chaotic
feelings within him. Any hope of understanding was dependent upon his ability
as a
Lensman. It was time to use his Lens.
He raised his left wrist and stared at the thing strapped there. On the
palladium-iridium
bracelet was a convex disc, like silver-pink nacre or a tinted piece of sunset
cloud,
suggesting fires burning deep within it. Under the waves of thought in which
he was now
bathing it, the disc, his own unique Lens of Arisia, swirled to life. A
thousand thousand tiny
gems seemed to travel across its surface in straight lines. and curves,
palpitating to the
rhythm of his own life forces. The beauty of its speckled mass of
polychromatic colors was
awesome: His thoughts were being gathered by its crystalline structure,
amplified, and
disseminated at infinite speed.
"Bovreck. Ymkzex. Where are you?"
At first, he swept the ether with his mind, probing for a sense of life, then
he drew. back to
push out meticulously yard by yard and mile after mile. Back he came and out
again. At
every moment his mental search was being steadily subjected to a blanketing or
a
constriction, like nothing he had ever experienced. He did not know if such a
screen was
ordinary, but from its firm and unyielding quality he suspected it was not.
He had no doubt that the resistance was the product of life forces; the screen
was alive; he
sensed it was being generated by an extraordinary superpower. At the' same