"H. Beam Piper - Time Crime" - читать интересную книгу автора (Piper H Beam)

Company doctor look at them. Then he caught their speech, and the suspicion was converted to certainty.

"These are not like the others: they wear fine garments, and walk proudly. They look stern, but not cruel. They
are the real masters here; the others are but servants."

He grasped the manager's arm and drew him aside.

"You know that language?" he asked. When the man called Dosu Golan shook his head, he continued: "That's
Kharanda; it's a dialect spoken by a people in the Ganges Valley, in India, on the Kholghoor Sector of the
Fourth Level."

Dosu Golan blinked, and his face went blank for a moment.

"You mean they're from outtime?" he demanded. "Are you sure?"

"I did two years on Fourth Level Kholghoor with the Paratime Police, before I took this job," the man called
Kiro Soran replied. "And another thing. Those lashтИТmarks were made with some kind of an electric whip. Not
these rawhide quirts the Caleras use."

It took the plantation manager all of five seconds to add that up. The answer frightened him.


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"Kirv, this is going to make a simply hideous uproar, all the way up to Home Time Line main office," he said.
"I don't know what I'm going to doтИТтИТ"

"Well, I know what I have to do." The captain raised his voice, using the local language: "Sergeant! Run to
the guardhouse, and tell Sergeant Adarada to mount up twenty of his men and take off after those Caleras who
sold us these slaves. They're headed down the road toward the river. Tell him to bring them all back, and
especially their chief, CoruтИТhinтИТIrigod, and him I want alive and able to answer questions. And then get the
whiteтИТcloak lord Urado Alatena, and come back here."

"Yes, captain." The guards were all Yarana people; they disliked Caleras intensely. The sergeant threw a
salute, turned, and ran.

"Next, we'll have to isolate these slaves," Kiro Soran said. "You'd better make a full report to the Company as
soon as possible. I'm going to transpose to Police Terminal Time Line and make my report to the
SectorтИТRegional Subchief. ThenтИТтИТ"

"Now wait a moment, Kirv," Dosu Golan protested. "After all, I'm the manager, even if I am new here. It's up
to me to make the decisionsтИТтИТ"

Kiro Soran shook his head. "Sorry, Doth. Not this one," he said. "You know the terms under which I was
hired by the Company. I'm still a field agent of the Paratime Police, and I'm reporting back on duty as soon as
I can transpose to Police Terminal. Look; here are a hundred men and women who have been shifted from one
timeтИТline, on one paratemporal sector of probability, to another. Why, the world from which these people
came doesn't even exist in this spaceтИТtime continuum. There's only one way they could have gotten here, and
that's the way we didтИТтИТin a GhaldronтИТHesthor paratemporal transposition field. You can carry it on from
there as far as you like, but the only thing it adds up to is a case for the Paratime Police. You had better