"David Wingrove & Rand Miller - Myst 01 - The Book of Ti'ana" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wingrove David)

The
smell of freshly baked chorbahkh and ikhah nijuhets wafted across, making
his
mouth water.

Jerahl smiled. "Something interesting?"

Aitrus took the plate and nodded. "You want to see?"

"May I?" Jerahl stepped across and, putting his eye to the lens, studied
the
sample a moment. When he looked up again there was a query in his eyes.

"Tachyltye, eh? Now why would a young fellow like you be interested in
basaltic
glass?"

"I'm interested in anything to do with lava flows," Aitrus answered, his
eyes
aglow. "It's what I want to specialize in, ultimately. Volcanism."

Jerahl smiled as if he understood. "All that heat and pressure, eh? I
didn't
realize you were so romantic, Aitrus!"

Aitrus, who had begun to eat the meat-filled roll, paused and looked at
Jerahl
in surprise. He had heard his fascination called many things by his
colleagues,
but never "romantic."

"Oh, yes," Jerahl went on, "once you have seerf how this is formed, nothing
will
ever again impress half so much! The meeting of superheated rock and
ice-chill
water-it is a powerful combination. And this-this strange translucent
matter-is
the result."

Again Jerahl smiled. "Learning to control such power, that is where we
D'ni
began as a species. That is where our spirit of inquiry was first awoken.
So
take heart, Aitrus. In this you are a true son of D'ni."

Aitrus smiled back at the older man. "I am sorry we have not spoken before
now.
Guild Master. I did not know you knew so much."

"Oh, I claim to know very little, Aitrus. At least, by comparison with