"Moon, Elizabeth - Vatta 1 - Trading In Danger" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moon Elizabeth)


She would get him someday. Vengeance, said her grandmother,
was an unworthy goal, but this was a special case. Surely this was
a special case.

УI, Kylara Evangeline Dominique Vatta, hereby resign from the
Academy for reasons that reflect on my ability to carry out the
duties of a naval officer.Ф

Close. Not quite yet.

She looked around the room, squinting to bring the titles of the old
books into focus. Herren and HerrenТsChronicles of the Dispersion
, all ten volumes. Her family owned III through X, but I and II were
very rare indeed in paper form. CantabriaТsPrinciples of Space
Warfare , evidently a first edition. She longed to pull it down and
check, but was afraid to. A row bound identically in blue-gray cloth .
. . logbooks, the old-fashioned kind. Those would be centuries and
centuries old; she got up and looked at the names on the
spines.Darius II ,Paleologus ,Sargon ,Ataturk . . . she felt the
gooseflesh come up on her arms, and looked quickly at the last,
least-faded volume.Centaurus . Not in fact centuries old, not even
one century: these were logs that the Commandant had kept, his
personal logs from every ship on which heТd served. SheТd once
memorized the sequence on a dare. Her fingers twitched. What
had he thought, felt, done as a young man on his first ship?

She would never know. She had no right to know. The adventures
she had hoped to write into such logs herself would never come
her way now. She made herself step away from that shelf and look
at another. History here, biography there, reference works on all
the neighboring states, on the biota of First Colony, on the ecology
of water gardens . . . Water gardens? The Commandant studied
water gardens?

A sound outside in the passage startled her and sent her back to
the table, but the footsteps passed by. She stared at the screen
again. УFor reasons of . . .Ф Back to the hand reader. Alternate
phrasing: Уdue to.Ф Clumsy.

Never say more than you need, her father had said; her mother had
muttered that Kylara always said more than she needed.

SheТd stop that right now.

УI, Kylara Evangeline Dominique Vatta, hereby resign from the
Academy for personal reasons.Ф Short and . . . not sweet. Nothing
about this was sweet.

She stared at the screen a long time, glaring at the tiny blue words