"Jack Vance - Elder Isles 02 - The Green Pearl" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vance Jack)

the man was Faude Carfilhiot.



Still all was not done. As the two stood naked and mindless in the workroom, the dross remaining in the
vat yielded a rank green vapor. After a startled breath, Melancthe shrank back and spat the taste from
her mouth. Carfilhiot, however, found the reek to his liking and inhaled it with all avidity.
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Some years later, the castle Tintzin Fyral fell to the armies of Troicinet. Carfilhiot was captured and
hanged from a grotesquely high gibbet, in order to send an unmistakably significant image toward both
Tamurello at Faroli to the east and to King Casmir of Lyonesse, to the south.



In due course Carfilhiot's corpse was lowered to the ground, placed on a pyre, and burned to the music
of bagpipes and flutes. In the midst of the rejoicing the flames gave off a gout of foul green vapor, which,
caught by the wind, blew out over the sea. Swirling low and mingling with spume from the waves, the
fume condensed to become a green pearl which sank to the ocean floor, where eventually it was ingested
by a large flounder.est part always breaks first. If I fixed the dead-eyes, then the



II



SOUTH ULFLAND FACED ON THE SEA from Ys in the south to Suarach in the north: a succession
of shingle beaches and rocky headlands along a coast for the most part barren and bleak. The three best
harbours were at Ys and Suarach and at Oaldes, between the two. Elsewhere harbours, good or bad
were infrequent, and often no more than coves enclosed by the hook of a headland.



Twenty miles south of Oaldes, a line of crags entered the ocean and with the help of a stone breakwater,
gave shelter to several dozen fishing boats. Around the harbour huddled the village Mynault: a clutch of
narrow stone houses, two taverns and a marketplace.



In one of the houses lived the fisherman Sarles, a man black-haired and stocky, with heavy hips and a
small round paunch. His face, which was round, pale and moony, showed, a constant frown of
puzzlement, as if he found life and logic always at odds.



The bloom of Sarles' youth was gone forever, but Sarles had little to show for his years of more or less