"Michael Moorcock - The Time Dweller" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moorcock Michael)

Now, as evening quietly flowed brown and misty into black
night, she still followed, He turned his calm face to look, his
mouth tight and white as the scar which rose from its corner to
follow his left cheek-bone. She was in the distance, still, but
gaining.

He increased his speed.

Brown clouds boiled low like foam across the dark sand of
the flat, and their seals slapped loudly over the damp shore as
she neared him.

He came to a pool of salt-thick water and Urge splashed into
it. It was warm. Still she followed him, even into the water, so


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that he turned his steed and waited, half-trembling, until she
rode up, a tall, well-formed woman with light brown hair long
and loose in the breeze.

' Dearest Tall Laugher,' he told his sister, ' for me there is
no amusement in this game.'

Frowning, she smiled.

He pressed his point, disturbed, his calm face earnest in the
fading brown light that was all the clouds would let pass.

' I wish to ride alone.'

'Where would you go, alone, when together we might be
carried to more exotic adventure ?'

He paused, unwilling and unable to answer.

' Will you come back?'

' I would prefer not to,'

A cold, silent wind began to buffet them as it came in sud-
denly from the sea. Urge moved nervously.

' You fear what the Chronarch might do?'

'The Chronarch has no love for me-but neither has he
hatred. He would prefer me gone from Lanjis Liho, to cross the