"E. C. Tubb - Dumarest 10 - Jondelle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tubb E. C)"You are kind." "Not kind, selfish. You give this place strength and IтАФ" She broke off, then resumed in a more casual tone. "I am a doctor and do not want to see my work wasted. You are ready to eat?" There were steaks, thick and almost raw, seared on beds of charcoal, served with eggs and mounds of butter. He ate and slept and woke to eat again, a high-protein diet designed to restore lost energy and to replace the fat consumed during the past few months. In two days he was on his feet, taking long walks over the fields and working at laborious tasks in order to tone muscle and sinew. And with him, almost constantly, was the boy. He was very solemn, dressed in dark brown pants and shirt, thick boots on his small feet, and a loop of beads hung around his neck. They were large, each the size of a small egg, brightly colored, and strung on a length of wire with the strong metal knotted between each bead. Seeds, thought Dumarest, the product of some exotic plant, attractive to the eye and amusing to a child. Yet at times it was hard to think of Jondelle as a child. His words were too precise, his manner too adult. time?" he asked as he watched Dumarest chop a log. "When I tried to do it, I hit all over the place." "You aim with the haft of the ax," said Dumarest. "The point near your hands. The blade follows." "Can you throw an ax as you can a knife?" Dumarest glanced at a trunk lying several yards to one side. He hefted the ax, feeling its balance, then threw it with a sudden release of energy. The blade bit deeply into the wood. "I wish I could do that," said the boy. "Will you teach me?" "You can't be taught. You can be shown, then the rest is up to you. It's a matter of balance and judging distance. That and plenty of practice." "The knife, then. Will you help me to learn how to throw a knife? To use one?" "Your father should do that." "Elray isn't my father. He married Makgar, but that is all." |
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