"Xanth 18 - Geis Of The Gargoyle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Xanth)

Soon she was back, bearing a boxlike object. "That
doesn't look like a water plant," Gary said dubiously.

"Naturally not," she agreed, setting it in the river
bed beside some of the rocklike pillows there. "It's a
closet."

GEIS OF THE GARGOYLE____7

"What good is a closet? We need water."

"A water closet," she clarified. She opened the door,
and a flood of bright blue liquid poured out.

"That's polluted!" Gary cried. He jumped down and
placed himself in the path of the flow. He sucked up the
water, then spouted it out. "Oh-it's water color."

"Whatever," she agreed. "It will do, won't it?"

He considered, tasting more of the water as it changed
to red and then to green. Already some of it was sinking
into the ground around the wallflowers, and they were
growing. "Yes, as long as it doesn't flow away from here."

"So make another little damn."

"A what?"

"To divert the curse."

In a short moment he figured it out. A dam to divert the
course of the flow. Mentia might be her self's worse half,
but she did seem to suffer from a bit of her better half's
problem with vocabulary. He hastily scraped dirt and rocks
across the path of the stream, causing it to puddle. That
left it nowhere to flow but into the ground around the
flowers. These responded by developing blue, red, green
and other colored walls, depending on the color of the wa-
ter. The walls walled off the main riverbed. The job was
done.

"Let's be off," the demoness said, floating up. She had
resumed her full human form, and was correctly garbed.

But Gary hesitated. "I'm not sure this is appropriate."

She floated over him, becoming even more lovely in her
moderate pique. "Why not, garlic?"