"H. Beam Piper - Graveyard of Dreams" - читать интересную книгу автора (Piper H Beam)

Brangwyn and Colonel Zareff joined them. They were close friends, probably because neither of them was a
native of Poictesme.

The town marshal had always been reticent about his origins, but Conn guessed it was Hathor. Brangwyn's
heavyтИТmuscled body, and his ease and grace in handling it, marked him as a man of a highтИТgravity planet.
Besides, Hathor had a permanent cloudтИТenvelope, and Tom Brangwyn's skin had turned boiledтИТlobster red
under the dim orange sunlight of Alpha Gartner.

Old Klem Zareff never hesitated to tell anybody where he came fromтИТтИТhe was from Ashmodai, one of the
System States planets, and he had commanded a division that had been blasted down to about regimental
strength, in the Alliance army.

"Hello, boy," he croaked, extending a trembling hand. "Glad you're home. We all missed you."

"We sure did, Conn," the town marshal agreed, clasping Conn's hand as soon as the old man had released it.
"Find out anything definite?"

Kurt Fawzi looked at his watch. "Conn, we've planned a little celebration for you. We only had since day
before yesterday, when the spaceship came into radio range, but we're having a dinner party for you at Senta's
this evening."

"You couldn't have done anything I'd have liked better, Mr. Fawzi. I'd have to have a meal at Senta's before
really feeling that I'd come home."

"Well, here's what I have in mind. It'll be three hours till dinner's ready. Suppose we all go up to my office in
the meantime. It'll give the ladies a chance to go home and fix up for the party, and we can have a drink and a
talk."

"You want to do that, Conn?" his father asked, a trifle doubtfully. "If you'd rather go home first..."

Something in his father's voice and manner disturbed him vaguely; however, he nodded agreement. After a
couple of drinks, he'd be better able to tell them.


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"Yes, indeed, Mr. Fawzi," Conn said. "I know you're all anxious, but it's a long story. This'll be a good chance
to tell you."

Fawzi turned to his wife and daughter, interrupting himself to shout instructions to a couple of dockhands who
were floating the baggage off the ship on a contragravityтИТlifter. Conn's father had sent Charley off with a
message to his mother and Flora.

Conn turned to Colonel Zareff. "I noticed extra workers coming out from the hiring agencies in Storisende,
and the crop was all in across the Calders. Big wineтИТpressing this year?"

"Yes, we're up to our necks in melons," the old planter grumbled. "Gehenna of a big crop. Price'll drop like a
brick of collapsium, and this time next year we'll be using brandy to wash our feet in."