"Jeffrey Lord - Blade 22 - Forests of Gleor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lord Jeffery)

All that was for tomorrow. For the moment, Blade's job was doing what he could for the other
passengers on the wrecked train. The mother and her little girl were stiff with fright, but Blade couldn't
see any visible injuries. Then the child opened her mouth and started bawling lustily. Blade could hardly
believe any child able to make that much noise could be seriously hurt. The mother's eyes met his and she
smiled sheepishly.

Blade nodded. "If you'll be all right for a bit, I'll go see about some of the others." Not everyone in the
train had come through the crash as well as he and the woman and child had done. He could clearly hear
screams of pain from elsewhere in the car.

The compartment's door into the corridor was jammed. "Turn your face away," Blade said to the
woman. Then he braced himself and kicked hard with both feet against the door handle. Metal screeched
again, the last of the glass fell out of the door, and it slid open with a crash. Blade crawled over to the
doorway and looked up and down the nearly vertical corridor.

The windows on the opposite side of the corridor were all smashed, and gusts of chill damp wind blew
in. At the bottom of the corridor several bodies were piled, covered with shattered glass. In the darkness
Blade at first thought they were all unconscious or dead. Then one of the bodies groaned and sat up. The
groan turned into a gasp of pain.

Blade clambered down the length of the upended car, using both hands and feet with practiced ability.
As he reached the bottom, a man sat up. He looked about thirty, and one arm dangled uselessly.

"Can you get up?" said Blade. There was a certain risk in moving the man. He might have internal
injuries. But there was no way to get at the people under him without his moving.

"I-I suppose so," said the man.

"Come on, I'll help you up." Blade took the man by his good arm and shoulder. The man gritted his teeth
and rose to his feet with another gasp. Blade braced himself and supported the man until he was steady
on his feet. Then the man clambered painfully out through the nearest window, pulling with his good arm
as Blade pushed from below. He dropped to the ground with a loud yelp of pain, then Blade heard him
getting to his feet.

"All right?"

"I think so," came back from outside.

"Good. Help's going to be along pretty soon, so don't wander off. If you have to move, watch out for
fallen wires."

"All right."

Blade turned to the next victim. This was an older woman, well dressed, unconscious, and with a trickle
of blood from one corner of her mouth. Moving her would definitely be too risky. But there was a third
person down there, visible under her feet.

Blade gently lifted the woman's feet and saw a small boy held upright among the twisted metal plates.
Blade saw no blood, but a twisted length of steel bar was pressing into the boy's back, trapping him in
the wreckage. Blade bent down, discovered that he could just reach the bar, and took a firm grip on it