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

great salt plains of the west and seek my fortune in the land
of fronds. He would not trust me with a small part of the
Future, as you know, nor give a fraction of the Past into my
safekeeping. I go to shape my own destiny!'

' So - you sulk!' she cried as the wind began to mewl.' You
sulk because the Chronarch delegates no honours. Meanwhile,
your loving sister aches and is miserable.'

'Marry the Big-brained Boaster! He has trust of Past and
Future both!'

He forced his restless seal-beast through the thick water and
into the night. As it moved, he reached into the saddle sheath
and took out his torch to light his way. He depressed its grip
and it blazed out, illuminating the surrounding beach for several
yards around. Turning, he saw her for a moment in the circle of
light, motionless, her eyes aghast as if he had betrayed her.

Oh, I am lonely now, he thought, as the wind blew cold and
strong against his body.

He headed inland, over the salt-rocks, towards the west. He
rode all night until his eyes were heavy with tiredness, but still
he rode, away from Lanjis Liho where Chronarch, Lord of
Time, ruled past and present and watched the future come,
away from family, home and city, his heart racked with the
strain of the breaking, his mind fevered fire and his body all
stiff from the demands he made of it.

Into the night, into the west, with his torch burning in his
saddle and loyal Urge responding to his affectionate whisper-



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ing. To the west, until dawn came slowly up from behind him
and covered the barren land with soft light.

A little further through the morning he heard a sound as of
cloth flapping in the wind and when he turned his head he saw
a green tent pitched beside a shallow crevasse, its front flap
dancing. He readied his long piercer and halted Urge.

Drawn out, perhaps, by the noise of the seal-beast's move-
ment, a man's head poked from the tent like a tortoise emerg-
ing from the recesses of its shell. He had a beak of a nose and