"E. C. Tubb - Dumarest 01 - The Winds of Gath" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tubb E. C)

"It was tried a couple of storms ago. Some professional
hunters set up a camp and managed to collect a few. They did it
the way I said." Megan stumbled and almost fell. "Damn it," he
swore. "Where the hell's that path?"

They reached it a short while later. It was broad,
well-traveled, lined with boulders which had apparently been
rolled aside to permit an easy passage. The ground was springy
underfoot, the grass showing signs of recent growth. Megan
halted and pointed toward the north.

"The mountains are up there," he said. "You might just be
able to see them."

Dumarest climbed a boulder, narrowed his eyes and saw a
distant hump against the purple sky. He looked higher and saw
the pale crescent of a moon. A second showed against the pale
stars far to the east. He turned and the sun, low on the horizon,
burned into his eyes. Sun, moons and stars mingled in this
strange region of the twilight zone. He stood for a long while
studying the scene. A painter would have envied him. Gath was a
strange planet. He said so and Megan shrugged.
"It's a ghost world," he said as Dumarest rejoined him.
"There's a place up near those mountains where the dead rise to
walk again."

Dumarest looked at him. The man was serious.

"I'd heard about it," said Megan. "When I landed I wanted to
investigate. I did. Now I wish to hell that I hadn't."

"Sounds," said Dumarest. "Noises. A trick of acoustics. Since
when have you been scared of an echo?"

"It's more than that." Megan was no longer dirty but even the
chemical concentrates Dumarest had bought required time to
build tissue. His eyes were brooding shadows in the hollows of
his face. "Maybe you'll find out for yourself."

"Now?"

"Not until the storm. The conditions aren't right until then.
When they areтАФyou hear things."

"Celestial music?" Dumarest smiled. "That's what the admen
say."

"For once they tell the truth," said Megan shortly. He started
down the path away from the mountains.