"Lafferty, R A - Among the Hairy Earthmen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lafferty R A)ian, or he was Danish. How many places did you tell them
that you came from, Michael Goodgrind? Belgrad, Trebizond, Morat, Blackheath, Napoli, Dornach! Cupua and TarantoRalpha's armies beat Michael's at both of those. CarignolaLonnie foxed both Michael and Ralpha there, and nearly foxed himself. (You didn't intend it all that way, Lonnie. It was seven-cornered luck and you know it!) Garigliano where the sea was red with blood and the ships were like broken twigs on the water! Brescia! Ravenna! Who would have believed that such things could be done with a device known as Spanish in- fantry? Villalar, Milan, Pavia! Best of all, the sack of Rome! There were a dozen different games blended into that one. The Eretzi discovered new emotions in themselves therea deeper depravity and a higher heroism. Siege of Florence! That one called out the Children's every trick. A wonderfully well played game! Turin, San Quentin, Moncontour, Mookerhide! Lepanto! The great sea-siege where the castled ships broke asunder and the tall Turk Ochiali Pasha perished with all his fleet and was drowned forever. But it wasn't so forever as you might suppose, for he was Michael Goodgrind who had more bodies than one. The fish still remember Lepanto. Never had Alcazar-Quivar! That was the last of the excellent ones the end of the litany. The Children left off the game. They remembered (but conveniently, and after they had worn out the fun of it) that they were forbidden to play Warfare with live soldiers. The Eretzi, left to themselves again, once more conducted their battles as dull and uninspired affairs. You can put it to a test, now, tonight. Study the conflicts of the earlier times, of this high period, and of the time that followed. You will see the difference. For a short two or three centuries you will find really well contrived battles. And before and after there is only ineptitude. Often the Children played at Jealousies and raised up all the black passions in themselves. They played at Immoralities, for there is an abiding evil in all children. Maskings and water-carnivals and balls, and forever the emotional intrigue! Ralpha walked down a valley, playing a lute and wearing the body of somebody else. He luted the birds out of the trees and worked a charm on the whole countryside. An old crone followed him and called, "Love me when I'm old." "Semprernai, tuttavia," sang Ralpha in Eretzi or Earthian. "For Ever, For Always." A small girl followed and called, "Love me when I'm |
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