"Continuing Time - 98 - Lord November" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moran Daniel Keys)

The Cathedral left through SolТs First Gate; and six hundred and twenty-seven
years passed.
It is not a large span of time, in the scheme of things. Only on the human scale
does it become significantЕa matter of generations, even for humans who live far
longer than those of the twenty-first century Gregorian: more time separates
Tyrel November from 2049 than separates 2049 from Christopher ColumbusТ first
voyage to the New World.
The roll call of the Players, down through the centuries, is immense. The
universe is too complex to be told of in any story, or any collection of
stories, or in all stories. Everything is a summary and a lie. Perhaps I should
tell you of the art of Tyrel NovemberТs time, or the technology, or the genetics
or the politics; perhaps I should explain the path of the Exodus, map the routes
humanity has taken through the spacelace tunnels, its small tentative footholds
among the stars: a few thousands of planets settled, in a galaxy where the stars
number a third of a trillion, in a universe where the Milky Way is one galaxy
among hundreds of billions, when the Continuing Time itself is only one timeline
among the half quadrillion that compose the Great Wheel of Existence.
We are small beyond understanding; but in the heritage of our people, in the
naming of the Players whose dreams and memories live on within us, are the seeds
of the only meaning we will ever find.
Across the span of the years, some things stand out:
It has been six hundred and twenty-seven years since the destruction of the
Ganymede colony; six hundred and fourteen years since the black day in 2062 when
the United Nations Peace Keeping Force, under the command of a man named
Mohammed Vance, destroyed all but two of the Castanaveras telepaths. It has been
five hundred and ninety-six years since Trent the Uncatchable died, and rose
again, and vanished, perhaps forever; and five hundred and seventy-seven years
since the Dauntless, the first tachyon starship in all of history, made its only
voyage from Sol System.
It has been five hundred and forty-six years since the beginning of the War with
the Sleem, the great conflict in which humanity was nearly exterminated; it has
been five hundred and thirty years since the Sleem empire was broken at the
Battle of the Core, by an alliance of human and KТAilla forces; and five hundred
and twenty-seven years since Daniel November dropped the city of Starfall onto
the surface of the planet November.
It has been four hundred and ninety-six years since the Platform Rose from Earth
left Sol System with the Spollant Caravan, and began the Exodus from Earth.
TrentistsЧmembers of the Church of His Return, more commonly called the Exodus
ChurchЧfollowed them out among the stars not long after.
It has been four hundred and eighty-four years since Lorn November published The
Protocols of Anarchy; four hundred and eighty-one years since LornТs brother,
Richard, declared himself the first Lord of the House of November, and the House
of November the planetТs governing body. On November today there are courts and
judges and taxes. And Anarchists. Lots of them.
It has been two hundred and eighty-seven years since the death of Kinderjim of
November. The world he helped settle, Domain, is today, by virtue of KinderjimТs
death, the only world in the explored Continuing Time where humans and KТAillae
live together in peace.
It has been one hundred and seventy-five years since Ola Blue died. She is more
famous now than when alive, and she was well known then: Our Lady of Nightways,