"John Ringo - The Legacy of the Aldenata 7 - Watch On The Rhine" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ringo John)

Around him bustled the Kenstain, a few Kessentai, and the minimal
number of superior normals necessary to the running of the battleglobe.
The bulk of the People rested, unconscious and hibernatingтАФmost
importantly, not eatingтАФdeeper in the bowels of the globe. All was well
and the People were well on their way to yet another conquest in the long
and fiery path of fury and war.

"My lord?" queried the Kessantai, Ro'moloristen, with something between
respect and awe. "I have the information you demanded."

"Give it, young one," ordered the senior and elder, curtly.

"This peninsula, jutting away from the direction of rotation of the target,
looks to be our best unclaimed landing area. It is populous, rich with
industry and refined metal, fertile and fruitful. It would be a fitting place
for the People of our clan . . . until, of course, it is time to move on
again." The Kessentai then hesitated, his chief noted.

"Rich and fruitful, but . . . ?" queried the senior.

"It is a strange place, this 'Europe,' as they call it. United and divided.
Wise and senseless. Fierce and timid. Heedless in peace, so say the
records we have gleaned, but potentially fearsome in war."

The senior's crest came up. "They are worse than the gray threshkreen of
Diess? The metal threshkreen of Kerlen? They are worse than the
accursed thresh of the lesser continent, who battered and destroyed our
first landing and even now defy the People with fire and blood?"

The younger God King looked deckward, answering, "My lord . . . these

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are the gray thresh, their home. The beings of the lesser continent? They
are the descendants of colonists, much like the People, who left their
original home for a new and almost empty one, smashing and
exterminating the thresh they found there."

The chief bristled, crest unfurling. "So you are saying, young
Ro'moloristen, that this place, this Europe, is too difficult a task for the
People, too difficult for me?"

"No! My lord, no!" apologized the junior hastily. "It can be done. But we
must approach more cautiously than is our wont. We must seize a
base . . . or, I think, perhaps two. There we shall build our strength
before completing the subjugation of the rest. Look, my lord. See. Here is
my recommendation." The younger God King played claws over an
Aldenata screen.