"Andre Norton - Darkness and Dawn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norton Andre)

red and by the old signs he could hope for a clear day tomorrow. He licked his fingers,
dabbled them in the water, and wiped them on a tuft of grass. Then for the first time that
day he opened the pouch he had stolen before the dawn.
He knew what was inside, but this was the first time in years that he held in his hand
again the sheaf of brittle old papers and read the words which had been carefully traced
across them in his father's small, even script. YesтАФhe was humming a broken little
tuneтАФit was here, the scrap of map his father had treasured soтАФthe one which showed
the city to the north, a city which his father had hoped was safe and yet large enough to
yield rich loot for the Eyrie.
But it was not easy to read his father's cryptic notes. Langdon had made them for his
own use and Fors could only guess at the meaning of such directions as "snake river to
the west of barrens," "Northeast of the wide forest" and all the rest. Landmarks on the old
maps were now gone, or else so altered by time that a man might pass a turning point and
never know it. As Fors frowned over the scrap which had led his father to his death he
began to realize a little of the enormity of the task before him. Why, he didn't even know
all the safe trails which had been blazed by the Star Men through the years, except by
hearsay. And if he became lostтАФ
His fingers tightened around the roll of precious papers. Lost in the lowlands! To
wander off the trailsтАФ!
Silky fur pressed against him and a round head butted his ribs. Lura had caught that
sudden nip of fear and was answering it in her own way. Fors' lungs filled slowly. The
humid air of the lowlands lacked the keen bite of the mountain winds. But he was free
and he was a man. To return to the Eyrie was to acknowledge defeat. What if he did lose
himself down here? There was a whole wide land to make his own! Why, he could go on
and on across it until he reached the salt sea which tradition said lay at the rim of the
world. This whole land was his for the exploring!
He delved deeper into the bag on his knee. Besides the notes and the torn map he
found the compass he had hoped would be there, a small wooden case containing pencils,
a package of bandages and wound salve, two small surgical knives, and a roughly
fashioned notebookтАФthe daily record of a Star Man. But to his vast disappointment the
entries there were merely a record of distances. On impulse he set down on one of the
blank pages an account of his own day's travel, trying to make a drawing of the strange
footprint. Then he repacked the pouch.
Lura stretched out on the leaf bed and he flopped down beside her, pulling the blanket
over them both. It was twilight now. He pushed the sticks in toward the center of the fire
so that the unburnt ends would be consumed. The soft rumble of the cat's purr as she
washed her paws, biting at the spaces between her claws, made his eyes heavy. He flung
an arm over her back and she favored him with a lick of her tongue. The rasp of it across
his skin was the last thing he clearly remembered.
There were birds in the morning, a whole flock of them, and they did not approve of
Lura. Their scolding cries brought Fors awake. He rubbed his eyes and looked out
groggily at a gray world. Lura sat in the mouth of the cave, paying no attention to the
chorus over her head. She yawned and looked back at Fors with some impatience.
He dragged himself out to join her and pulled off his roughly dried clothes before
bathing in the pool. It was cold enough to set him sputtering and Lura withdrew to a safe
distance. The birds flew away in a black flock. Fors dressed, lacing up his sleeveless
jerkin and fastening his boots and belt with extra care.
A more experienced explorer would not have wasted time on the forgotten town.
Long ago any useful loot it might have once contained had either been taken away or had
moldered into rubbish. But it was the first dead place Fors had seen and he could not