" Perry Rhodan 0011 - (5b) Mutants in Action" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

Hopthmar was more excited than Rhodan had observed him to be since their arrival at the fort. He must
have run all the way from his office, because he panted and gasped for breath and required several
moments before he could speak.

"The transmittersтАж!"

Rhodan sprang to his feet.

"Transmission from Ferrol!" Hopthmar gasped.

Rhodan ran past him. Time was too precious to wait for the next personnel car. He sprinted through the
corridor, darted to the left, then left again, and came to the transmitter room fifty yards ahead of Bell,
who came racing and puffing after him.

Rhodan saw it immediately. It was a small metallic tube with glistening rings at each end, from which thin
wires ran to the sending contacts. It still trembled as though just arrived.

He ran to the cage and deciphered the inscription on it. "Kekeler, Sic-Horum."

Bell stood panting beside him.

"Cut the power!" Rhodan told him.

Bell pulled down a lever that cut the flow of power to the transmitter. Rhodan opened the cage door and
took out the cylinder. Bell looked at it curiously.

"What does that meanтАФтАШKekeler, Sic-HorumтАЩ?"

"Sic-Horum is the main city of the Sichas, a mountain tribe on Ferrol. Kekeler is probably the name of
the sender."

On one side of the cylinder was a circular access lid, which Rhodan unscrewed. He extracted a piece of
writing foil, which was used in the Ferronian culture in place of paper. The page was crowded with
written symbols, which were beautifully and regularly executed as though with some automatic writing
instrument.

Rhodan began to read. Kekeler, elected ruler of Sic-Horum, to whomever receives this message: Ferrol
has been occupied by the enemy. The peopleтАЩs will to resist has been broken. But only the Sicha tribe
feels itself duty bound to alert the rest of our race that the battle is still far from being decided. As long as
one Sicha lives, the enemy will not have won this war.

"But we need someone who can tell us what to do."



"Of course the letter bristles with heroic words," Rhodan admitted, "but IтАЩve heard that the mountain
peopleare heroic. Who else would come up with the idea of launching a question out of a conquered
world into the unknown, to ask for instructions on how to make it hot for the enemy?"