"Michelle West - The Confidence Game" - читать интересную книгу автора (West Michelle)

тАЬItтАЩs all right Keller,тАЭ he whispered to the older man, trying to hurry him along. тАЬIтАЩm sure theyтАЩre fine, IтАЩll
take them now.тАЭ

The printer looked up from the pages he was proofing, raising his face only a little bit, not relieving the
weight that the low hang of his head put on his tired shoulders. He didnтАЩt say anything, but Tod heard his
answer very clearly. Keller never cut corners on a job, even when heтАЩd been swamped by three law
revisions in one day, even when the Justices threatened him with shutting down his press if they didnтАЩt get
their orders in rush time. Every page had to come out perfect, even if it meant that Keller didnтАЩt sleep.
The printer was doing TodтАЩs job and he was going to finish it. Tod would just have to wait.

Finally, KellerтАЩs dry voice uttered, тАЬGood,тАЭ and he gathered up the last of the barely dry sheets and filed
them in a battered leather portfolio. тАЬItтАЩs done, now get on your way. Although,тАЭ Keller added, looking
through his cracked window, тАЬyouтАЩll have trouble hurrying anywhere.тАЭ

Tod had been thinking the same thing as he paced anxiously past the window of the shop. Walking into
Origh this morning, heтАЩd seen troops of Public Force guards marching toward the center of town. Not
that that was unusualтАФthe pounding of their boots and the creak of the short heavy sticks and pistols
swinging at their belts was something he heard every day he was in the city. When heтАЩd first moved to the
cottage on the outskirts heтАЩd been shocked at how quiet it was without that sound. But there seemed to
be more guards today than there usually were, and as Tod stood at KellerтАЩs window and waited for the
printer to finish with his job, their numbers grew. Tod lost count of them; he didnтАЩt know there were so
many in the whole District. Then they stopped moving and backed up in the street. Something was
happening in the center of town and TodтАЩs way was blocked.

тАЬYou there, back insideтАЭ a guard barked as Tod inched through the doorway. He startled and froze, but
the guard was shouting at a clerk whoтАЩd stepped out of the chandlerтАЩs shop next door. The clerk, his
arms full of boxes of candles bound, no doubt, for some JusticeтАЩs office, stepped up to the man in the
gray uniform and began arguing. A moment later the chandler was out in the street, adding his booming
voice to the argument, complaining about how this mess in the street was harming his business.

тАЬBetter run for it while you can, lad,тАЭ Keller said at TodтАЩs ear.

He only had a glance at what was going on as he darted out of KellerтАЩs door. The Public Force had filled
up the street as far as Tod could see, preventing anyone from moving forward, pushing anyone who
stepped out of their shops or houses back inside. Tod clutched his portfolio and hurried away in the
opposite direction of the roadblock, and found himself in the middle of a thin crowd that was doing the
same, escaping out of a bakery and away from the guards. From behind him, in the thick of the
blockade, Tod thought he heard shouts and the distant sound of breaking glass.

For a second he stopped short. Breaking glass. Then it was himself he saw in the crowd, in the center of
town. Shouts all around him, the press of bodies nearly sweeping him off his feet. Bricks were thrown,
rocks hurled through windows, matches touched to whatever would burn. Where they had gotten the
debris, Tod couldnтАЩt remember and couldnтАЩt imagine. He couldnтАЩt imagine because the streets of Origh
were kept so clean, not to offend the Justices with the sight of waste. He couldnтАЩt remember because he
had been drunk. He couldnтАЩt remember what the riot had been aboutтАФwhat had so angered the
townspeople that they had scraped rocks from the ground to destroy whatever they could before the
Public Force cameтАФbecause he had been drunk. That was enough of a crime on its own, even without
the rioting. Tod had no idea how heтАЩd gotten out of it, but he had, and heтАЩd ended up at home, free and
frightened and sleepless and sober. Sober enough to dream.