"Miller,.Steve.And.Lee,.Sharon.-.Liaden.Universe.07.-.I.Dare.v1.1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Miller Steve)a hand and plucked the ring up, turning it under the light, then
lowering it to compare against the holopic. Trapped on his stool, the master jeweler watched her, seeing neither pleasure nor relief on her cold, comely face. "Yes," she said finally, and dropped the ring as if it were a common trinket into the pocket of her jacket. The holopic went to the other pocket, from out of which came three cantra coins, shining across her palm like moons. "You have earned your fee, Master Jen," she said, extending her hand, the coins glowing, murmuring comfort and ease and schooling for the boy. He leaned forward, felt a sharp pain at the base of his skull. The Liaden woman stepped back and let the body fall to the floor. Her companion took the polishing rag up from the work-table and used it to clean the gore from the wire-blade before slipping it away into an inner pocket. From another pocket he drew forth a vial, and anointed the corpse with its contents. Then he recapped the container, and wiped it, too, with the polishing rag before returning it to its place. The woman raised her hand and turned, walking unhurriedly down the dim, cluttered room. He followed her back into the house, past the night. They were five minutes gone when the first flames licked to life, feeding on the lines of accelerant left to nourish them. Five minutes more found house and workshop both engulfed in fire so fierce the water from the firefighter's cannon sizzled and evaporated before it ever touched flame. Five hours from the start, the fire was out, having consumed house, shop and contents, leaving not so much as an ash on the scoured stone floor of the basement. Day 283 Standard Year 1392 McGee Spaceport Fortune's Reward "How many times you figure on firing me?" Pat Rin yos'Phelium sighed. "Refresh my memory, Mr. McFarland. How many times have I succeeded in firing you thus far?" The big man grinned. "OK, that's fair. But, see, I thought we had an understanding. I ain't only your pilot; I'm your backup. This idea of yoursЧto cash up and go to groundЧnot a thing wrong with it. In |
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