"Alexander Kazantsev. The Destruction of Faena (ГИБЕЛЬ ФАЭНЫ, англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

purpose. Consequently, the sages of learning from both continents met him in
the hall with the greatest respect.
But at that moment, within only a hundred paces of the Temple of
Eternity, behind the wall of the Lair, there was another world-famous
Faetian whom no one respected but all feared.


Yar Jupi became Dictator during the black days when the Power of
Justice was suppressed.
Before his daughter was born, he was merely an inconspicuous tradesman
who did business with the roundheads. To please his clients, he took Mother
Lua into service for Mada, who had lost her mother. The nurse replaced the
child's real mother at the memorable time when the fury of the oppressed
burst into the open. The uprising shook Powermania, depriving the
proprietors of power and possessions.
Lying low in their burning hatred, they refused to reconcile themselves
to defeat. They had the brutal experience of struggle amongst themselves.
They had always fought to the death with the toilers and with one another.
However, they were now ready to forget their own quarrels.
There were proprietors on both sides of the ocean. But since the
discovery and settlement of the new continent of Danjab, the Faetians had
lived there without the ancient prejudices; there wasn't even any favourable
soil on which they could flourish. The result was that, under the new
circumstances, both roundheads and longheads began enjoying equal rights and
opportunities to make others work for them. Be that as it may, it led to the
rapid growth of, if not a culture, at least a technology. The products of
the Gutturals, as its inhabitants began to style themselves, invariably
proved better and cheaper than those of Powermania's barbarians. And the
proprietors of Danjab inundated the old continent with their products. In
Powermania, crude and primitive means of manufacture still prevailed. The
proprietors of that continent found themselves under threat of ruin. No
matter how much they oppressed their toilers, the profits were slipping out
of their hands. They came to seethe with hatred for everything from Danjab.
Only a defeat in the struggle with the Justice Movement temporarily
relegated a reckoning with the overseas proprietors to the background.
When Yar Jupi proclaimed his Doctrine of Hatred, he had only heard
about the Council of Blood, not suspecting who the members might be. Once,
when summoned to a secret meeting of the council in a cellar, he was shaken
to recognise, under the cowls of those present, two important workshop
proprietors and one big land proprietor.
"Our choice has fallen on you, Yar Jupi," declared the land proprietor.
"Your Doctrine of Hatred could unite, for nothing unites better than common
hatred. With its help, the Movement of Blood should suppress the Movement of
Justice. But do not forget that purity of blood," he added significantly,
"though regarded as the supreme ideal, is still only a weapon for
suppressing the power of the riff-raff."
"The Movement of Blood will justify its name," affirmed Yar Jupi, who
already considered himself as one of its leaders.
The proprietors exchanged glances.
"We shall deal with the roundheads both here and overseas," said the