"03 - Time Streams" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

limit the freedom of those under his command, to more

completely defend all of us against external foes so that he

alone can torment us."

The silver man felt uncomfortable with this new line of

thought. "External foes? What foes does Malzra have?"

"Oh, everyone is against him, or didn't you know?" said

Teferi lightly as they moved farther down the hallway. He

idly conjured a small knife, whirled it deftly between his

fingers, and then dispelled it. "At least that's what Malzra

thinks. He's got clockwork creatures and actual warriors

roaming the walls around the academy at all hours, and clay

men tramping through the woods by the sea, and gear-work

birds that spy on the island. I myself have never heard of a

single real enemy, but Malzra spends so much time creating

these machines and recreating them and perfecting them,

there must be something more than psychotic paranoia at the

root of it, wouldn't you think?"

"I suppose so," the silver man answered.

They came to another room, this one filled with

dissected hulks of metal, leaning clockwork warriors,

dismantled machines, piles of rusted scrap iron, and at the

far wall, a great open furnace. Workers on one side of the

blazing forge shoveled coal into the flames and pumped

massive bellows. Workers on the other side dumped bins of

spare parts into great vats of molten metal. Throughout the