"David Lindsey - A Voyage to Arcturus" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lindsay David)

turned her face toward the cliffs opposite, and uttered a piercing and peculiar call.
"What is that for?" She did not answer. After waiting a minute, she repeated the call. Maskull now
saw a large bird detach itself from the top of one of the precipices, and sail slowly down toward them. It
was followed by two others. The flight of these birds was exceedingly slow and clumsy.
"What are they?" he asked.
She still returned no answer, but smiled rather peculiarly and sat down beside him. Before many
minutes he was able to distinguish the shapes and colors of the flying monsters. They were not birds, but
creatures with long, snakelike bodies, and ten reptilian legs apiece, terminating in fins which acted as
wings. The bodies were of bright blue, the legs and fins were yellow. They were flying, without haste, but
in a somewhat ominous fashion, straight toward them. He could make out a long, thin spike projecting
from each of the heads.
"They are shrowks," explained Oceaxe at last. "If you want to know their intention, I'll tell you. To
make a meal of us. First of all their spikes will pierce us, and then their mouths, which are really suckers,
will drain us dry of blood - pretty thoroughly too; there are no half measures with shrowks. They are
toothless beasts, so don't eat flesh."
"As you show such admirable sangfroid," said Maskull dryly, "I take it there's no particular danger."
Nevertheless he instinctively tried to get on to his feet and failed. A new form of paralysis was
chaining him to the ground.
"Are you trying to get up?" asked Oceaxe smoothly.
"Well, yes, but those cursed reptiles seem to be nailing me down to the rock with their wills. May I
ask if you had any special object in view in waking them up?"
"I assure you the danger is quite real, Maskull. Instead of talking and asking questions, you had much
better see what you can do with your will."
"I seem to have no will, unfortunately."
Oceaxe was seized with a paroxysm of laughter, but it was still rich and beautiful. "It's obvious you
aren't a very heroic protector, Maskull. It seems I must play the man, and you the woman. I expected
better things of your big body. Why, my husband would send those creatures dancing all around the sky,
by way of a joke, before disposing of them. Now watch me.. Two of the three I'll kill; the third we will
ride home on. Which one shall we keep?"
The shrowks continued their slow, wobbling flight toward them. Their bodies were of huge size. They
produced in Maskull the same sensation of loathing as insects did. He instinctively understood that as
they hunted with their wills, there was no necessity for them to possess a swift motion.
"Choose which you please," he said shortly. "They are equally objectionable to me."
"Then I'll choose the leader, as it is presumably the most energetic animal. Watch now."
She stood upright, and her sorb suddenly blazed with fire. Maskull felt something snap inside his
brain. His limbs were free once more. The two monsters in the rear staggered and darted head foremost
toward the earth, one after the other. He watched them crash on the ground, and then lie motionless. The
leader still came toward them, but he fancied that its flight was altered in character; it was no longer
menacing, but tame and unwilling.
Oceaxe guided it with her will to the mainland shore opposite their island rock. Its vast bulk lay there
extended, awaiting her pleasure. They immediately crossed the water.
Maskull viewed the shrowk at close quarters. It was about thirty feet long. Its bright-coloured skin
was shining, slippery, and leathery; a mane of black hair covered its long neck. Its face was awesome
and unnatural, with its carnivorous eyes, frightful stiletto, and blood - sucking cavity. There were true fins
on its back and tail.
"Have you a good seat?" asked Oceaxe, patting the creature's flank. "As I have to steer, let me jump
on first."
She pulled up her gown, then climbed up and sat astride the animal's back, just behind the mane,
which she clutched. Between her and the fin there was just room for Maskull. He grasped the two flanks
with his outer hands; his third, new arm pressed against Oceaxe's back, and for additional security he