"Norton, Andre - Flight in Yiktor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norton Andre)

"No harm--there is nothing to fear."

A pallid tongue licked cracked lips. But there was some-
thing that made the fear less, lulled it a little. Beyond the
wall Russtif growled and spat threats. His anger and love of
tormenting that which could not fight back was like a spurt of

fire.

"Nothing to fear." Again the words spun into a mind that

had to listen even if the ears were stoppered against sound.
Nor did either pair of boots move toward or away from the
lurker. Crouch, wait for a hand to reach down and jerk out
the small body, perhaps cuff hard for being there--for exist-
ing at all.


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But this was not Russtif and the boots did not move.
Slowly the head, covered with dry tangles of thick hair, came
up, drawn against all will by the new note--the very strange
note--in that mind voice. Large eyes looked up and out.

Very far from Russtif these two. There were always strang-
ers about, some of them as odd in their way as Russtif's
imprisoned performers. So it was not their difference, rather
the way they stood shoulder to shoulder looking down. Not
with disgust nor cruel curiosity but in another way the lurker

could not understand.

"Do not be afraid." It was the male who spoke now,
uttering words in the trade lingo that was common speech all

FLIGHT IN YIKTOR 3

through this quarter which catered to the entertainment of
ship people.

He was very fair of skin and his hair was white--though
he was not an old man. Those eyebrows so pale even against
his skin ran up at the temples to join the hairline, and his
eyes were green, luminous as if there were tiny fires behind
each.

"There is nothing to fear." That was the other one, the