"Norton, Andre - Cat's eye" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norton Andre)a pair of boots clinging tightly to his thin legs and extending knee-high, fashioned of reptile skin as soft as glove leather, giving off tiny prismatic sparks with every movement of their wearer. About a slight potbelly he had a belt of the same hide, and the knife that swung from it was not only longer but also wider than those usually worn in Tikil. "Come--" His voice was guttural. A crook of finger pointed the way, and Troy followed him through two more showrooms into a passage from which opened a number of screened doors. Now the effluvium of animal--a great many animals--was strong, and sounds from each of the screened doors they passed testified to the stock Kyger kept on hand. Troy's guide continued to the end of the hall, set his small hand into the larger impression of a palm lock, and then stood aside for Horan to enter. If the yellow man was an oddity, the man who sat waiting for Troy to cross his office was almost as great Tikil, and all of them had been glittering objects indeed. Their jewels, their ultrafashionable dress, their eye- catching coiffures had all been designed as advertise- ments to attract general attention. But Kyger, if this was Kyger, was no such starburst. His muscular body was covered with a hora-silk half tunic and kilt, but the color was a dark and sober blue, and he wore no jewels at all. On his right wrist was the broad service bracelet of a veteran spacer with at least two constellations starring its sweep, while his skull was completely shaven as if to accom- modate the helmet of a scout-ship man. The bareness of that deeply tanned stretch of skin made the red, 13 puckered acar down along his right ear the more noticeable. Troy wondered fleetingly why he chose to keep that disfiguring brand; plastic surgery could have erased it completely. The other regarded Troy for a long moment, his stare both as aloof and as searching as that the yellow man had used through the door panel. |
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