"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. |
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