"E. C. Tubb - Dumarest 05 - The Jester at Scar" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tubb E. C)will leave when they discover there is nothing for them here. If
notтАж" He shrugged. "Open the door." Wind gusted as she swung open the panel, driving in a spray of rain and the ubiquitous smell of the planet. From outside grated a voice, harsh against the wind. "Hold, Brephor. No need to knock again. You there, woman, your name is Selene?" "Yes." "And you sell food and shelter. That, at least, was what we were told." The voice became impatient. "Step forward and show yourself; I have no wish to talk to shadows." Silently she obeyed, moving the lamp so as to let the guttering light shine on her face; she remained impassive at the sound of sharply indrawn breath. "Acid," she said evenly. "I was contaminated with parasitical spores on the face and neck; there was no time to consider my beauty. It was a matter of burning them away or watching me die. Sometimes I think they made the wrong decision." The lamp trembled a little as she fought old memories. "But I forget myself, gentlemen. You are in need. What is your pleasure?" "With you? Nothing." Boots squelched in mud as the speaker turned from the doorway. "Come, Brephor. We waste our time." "A moment, Hendris You decide too fast." The second voice was indolent, purring with the sadistic anticipation of a hunting feline. "The woman has a scarred face, true, but is it essential that a man look at her face? Such a disfigurement, to some, could even be attractive. I am sure that you follow my thought, Hendris. If the face is bad. the rest of her could be most interesting." Hendris was sharp. "You scent something, Brephor?" "Perhaps." His indolence sharpened into something ugly. The purr became a snarl as Brephor loomed in tho doorway. "Tell me woman how do you live?" "I sell food and shelter," she said flatly. "And the monks are kind." "The monks? Those beggars of the Church of Universal Brotherhood?" His laugh was a sneer. "They feed you?" "They give what they can." |
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