"Murphy, Warren - Grandmaster" - читать интересную книгу автора (Murphy Warren)reached there, and looking up gave him the feeling of staring
up at a dead sky. on a night without stars. Figures scumed by along the base of the walls. Their movements were soft. and although he could see only shadows, he knew that they were women Three feather-filled cushions, each of them eight feet square, were piled atop each other in the center of the room. A woman lay on the cushions, and he knew, without knowing. that she was the one he had been summoned to see. He hesitated, but the woman beckoned him forward with a slow movement of her graceful arm. She was naked but for a golden chain wrapped three times around her waist. As he drew closer he could see that her hair was black and long, pulled forward over her left shoulder so that it draped across her breasts. Even in the dim candlelight, her hair glistened like oiled glass and her eyes seemed made up of thousands of individual amber crystals, each of them reflecting the light from the candles in the room. Closer to her. the scent of incense was stronger, almost overpowering. He drew it deep into his lungs and felt warmth radiate from inside him. He stood now in front of the cushions, his knees almost artfully arranged as an old master's composition; though she 1 2 GRANDMASTER was naked, the placement of her hair and the shadows that darkened her made it impossible for him to see her clearly. "Do you know why I have had you brought here?" she asked him in Russian. Her voice was musical, its pitch ex- actly the same as that of the bell that still tinged softly from one of the far corners of the room. He breathed deeply again; his body felt as if it were losing its muscles; he wondered if she had spoken or if he had merely imagined the bell was speaking to him. She was looking at him, waiting for an answer. He tried to speak, but no words came. He shook his head. "Because you belong to me," she said softly. Hd . I never left his face. V ? |
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