"Zelazny, Roger - Amber Short Story 04 - Coming to a Cord" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

With rapid moves then, Luke disposed of the rest of the guisel.
"Thanks, Frakir," he said, "for telling me how the thing worked.
I'd better try a quick search for that sorcerer now, though I've a hunch
he disappeared into the nearest mirror."
_I'd guess that, too._
"What was his name?"
_He didn't say._
"It figures."
"Flora," he continued, "I'm going to look for that sorcerer. I'll
be back in a bit. Good show."
She gave him a smile and he departed. Needless to say, the sorcerer
did not turn up.
"Wonder where he came from, beyond the mirror," Luke asked.
_I've no idea,_ I replied. _I think I might be more interested in
the person who sent that thing after him._
Luke nodded.
"What now?" he asked.
_I guess we tell Flora that her Peeping Tom has hit the road,_ I
said. _You're a sorcerer. Any way of fixing her mirrors so he can't
pull that routine again?_
"I think so," Luke said, moving to the nearest window and looking
out. "I'll fix them in just a bit. What about you?"
_I'd like to get back to Merlin._
"I can't send you through by Trumps if he's in the Courts--and I
suspect he is."
_What about Werewindle?_
"I still don't know exactly how it works. I'm going to have to
practice some with it."
_Uh--why are you here?_ I asked.
"Had to talk to Vialle about a number of things," he said, "and she
told me that Corwin might be by soon--and she offered me room and board
if I wanted to wait for him for a few days."
_Well, if you can wear me till he gets here maybe I can persuade him
to take me with him. I've a feeling he'll be seeing Merlin again soon._
"I might, too, but it's hard to say at this point."
_Okay. We can work it out when the time comes._
"What do you think is going on, anyway?"
_Some horrible Wagnerian thing,_ I told him, _full of blood,
thunder, and death for us all._
"Oh, the usual," Luke said.
_Exactly,_ I replied.