"Christopher Stasheff - Warlock 04 - The Warlock Unlocked" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stasheff Christopher) "I take it, then, that this Rodney d'Armand discovered a Lost Colony on
Gramarye." "Yes, but the Lord only knows which one," the Pope sighed. "You'll notice that the PIB sheet doesn't tell us anything about the inhabitants of the planet." Father Al looked. Sure enough, any human information on the planet was summed up in one word at the bottom of the page: CLASSIFIED. It was followed by a brief note explaining that the planet was interdicted to protect its inhabitants from exploitation. "I'd guess it's a rather backward culture." Excitement thrilled through Father Al's veinsтАФwere they backward enough to still believe in magic? "Backward, indeed." The Pope peered at another paper on his desk. "We checked our own data bank, and found we did have an entry on the planetтАФjust a very brief report, from a Cathodean priest named Father Marco Ricci, that he'd accompanied an expedition by a group calling themselves the 'Romantic Emigres." They found an uncharted, Terra-like world, seeded a large island with Terran bioforms, and established a colony, four or five hundred years ago. Father Ricci requested permission to establish a House of the Order of St. Vidicon of CathodeтАФyour own Order, I believe, Father Uwell." "Yes, indeed." Father Al tried not to let his disappointment show; the Cathodeans had to be engineers as well as priests. No planet could be too Stasheff, Christopher - Warlock 04 - The Warlock Unlocked (v1.0) (html).html backward, if they were there. "Was he granted permission?" His Holiness nodded. "So it says; but apparently the Curia was never able to convey the news to him. The Interstellar Dominion Electorates fell about that time, and the Proletarian Eclectic State of Terra was established. As you know, one of the first things PEST did was to lose the Lost Colonies. There was no way to communicate with Father Ricci." "Well, mat's hopefтАж I mean, that might create problems." "Yes, it might." The Pope fixed him with a glittering eye. "We may have another splinter sect there, calling themselves Roman Catholics, but out of touch with us for centuries. No telling what heresies they'll have dreamt up in that time." He sighed. "I'd hoped to have a rest from that sort of thing for a while." Father Al knew what the Pope meant. Just before he'd been elevated to the Chair of St. Peter, Cardinal Kaluma had conducted the negotiations with the Archbishop of Burbank, a Lost Colony that had been found about twenty years before. They'd managed to keep the Faith fairly well, except for one heresy that had taken firm root: that plants had immortal souls. It turned out to be a fundamental point of doctrine on Burbank, since the whole planet was heavily |
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