"E. C. Tubb - Dumarest 03 - Toyman" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tubb E. C) Dumarest shook his canteen. It made a liquid sound.
"Good. It is agreed?" "Yes," said Dumarest. "But how about Sachen?" "The boy?" Legrain shrugged. "Earl, my friend, you must accept what is to be. The lad is as good as dead. We did him no favor carrying him as we did. It would be better to ease his passage. A pressure on the carotidsтАФit would be a kindness." Dumarest made no comment, looking instead to where a third man lay against the shelter of the rock. He too wore a slashed tunic and golden helmet but had no breastplate. His breathing was stentorian and, though he shivered, his ebony skin shone with a dew of sweat. "Water," he gasped. "Water." Dumarest rose, crossed toward him, touched his forehead. The skin burned like fire. He gently lifted the tunic and examined the blood-soaked rag tied and belted about the hips. The material of the tunic was thin plastic, useless to keep out the cold. "Water," croaked the wounded man. "Please give me some water." "No," said Legrain. "Shut up," said Dumarest. He uncorked his canteen and, supporting Sachen's head, poured a thin trickle between the parched lips. "Steady," he urged as the man tried to snatch the canteen. "Too much will be bad for you." He set aside the canteen. "How do you feel now, Jack?" "Terrible." The boy's eyes held a momentary clarity. "Am I dying. Earl?" "You're in a bad way," said Dumarest. "But you're not dead yet. Hang on, lad. You can get over this if you try." He found the boy's hand, squeezed it, held it until his eyes clouded in fevered delirium. "Mother," muttered the boy. "Mother, I'm cold, help me." "A spear in the guts," said Legrain as Dumarest returned to his place by the fire. "Without antibiotics or medical aid the end is a foregone conclusion. Pain, fever, delirium and death." He turned his scrap of meat, sniffing at the odor. "He should have made better use of his shield," he commented. "His shield and his legs. To stand and fight the way he did was foolish. He didn't |
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