"Zelazny, Roger - Creatures Of Light And Darkness" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

УNow cut off your thumb.Ф
"Which thumb, Master?"
УThe left one will do.Ф
The man bites his lower lip and tightens his eyes as he drags the blade against the joint of his thumb. His blood falls upon the floor. It runs along the blade of the knife and trickles from its point. He drops to his knees and continues to cut, tears streaming down his cheeks and falling to mingle with the blood. His breath comes in gasps and a single sob escapes him.
Then, УIt is done,Ф he says. УHere!Ф He drops the blade and offers Anubis his thumb.
УI donТt want the thing! Throw it into the flames!Ф
With his right hand, the man throws his thumb into a brazier. It sputters, sizzles, flares.
УNow cup your left hand and collect the blood within it.Ф
The man does this thing.
УNow raise it above your head and let it drip down upon you.Ф
He raises his hand and the blood falls onto his forehead.
УNow repeat after me: СI baptize meЕТ Ф
У СI baptize meЕТ Ф
У СWakim, of the House of the DeadЕТ Ф
У СWakim, of the House of the DeadЕТ Ф
У СIn the name of AnubisЕТ Ф
У СIn the name of AnubisЕТ Ф
У СWakimЕТ Ф
У СWakimЕТ Ф
У СEmissary of Anubis in the Middle WorldsЕТ Ф
У СEmissary of Anubis in the Middle WorldsЕТ Ф
У СЕ and beyond.Т Ф
У СЕ and beyond.Т Ф
УHear me now, oh you dead ones: I proclaim this man Wakim. Repeat his name!Ф
УWakimФ comes the word, through dead lips.
УSo be it! You are named now, Wakim,Ф he says. УIt is fitting, therefore, that you feel your birth into namehood, that you come away changed by this thing, oh my named one!Ф
Anubis raises both hands about his head and lowers them to his sides.
УResume dancing!Ф he commands the dead.
They move to the music once more.
The body-cutting machine rolls into the hall, and the prosthetic replacement machine follows it.
Wakim looks away from them, but they draw up beside him and stop.
The first machine extrudes restrainers and holds him.
УHuman arms are weak,Ф says Anubis. УLet these be removed.Ф
The man screams as the saw blades hum. Then he passes out. The dead continue their dance.
When Wakim awakens, two seamless silver arms hang at his sides, cold and insensitive. He flexes the fingers.
УAnd human legs be slow, and capable of fatigue. Let those he wears be exchanged for tireless metal.Ф
When Wakim awakens the second time, he stands upon silver pillars. He wiggles his toes. AnubisТ tongue darts forth.
УPlace your right hand into the flames,Ф he says, Уand hold it there until it glows white.Ф
The music falls around him, and the flames caress his hand until it matches their red. The dead talk their dead talk and drink the wine they do not taste. They embrace one another without pleasure. The hand glows white.
УNow,Ф says Anubis, Уseize your manhood in your right hand and burn it away.Ф
Wakim licks his lips.
УMasterЕФ he says.
УDo it!Ф
He does this thing, and he falls to unconsciousness before he has finished.
When he awakens again and looks down upon himself, he is all of gleaming silver, sexless and strong. When he touches his forehead, there comes the sound of metal upon metal.
УHow do you feel, Wakim?Ф asks Anubis.
УI do not know,Ф he answers, and his voice comes strange and harsh.
Anubis gestures, and the nearest side of the cutting machine becomes a reflecting surface.
УRegard yourself.Ф
Wakim stares at the shining egg that is his head, at the yellow lenses, his eyes, the gleaming barrel, his chest.