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

version according to which he had a most important message for the Dictator;
it had been given to him by Mada Jupi in person on the way to Cape Farewell.
After all, she was his cousin!
"You may give me the gist of the beautiful Mada's words," jabbered the
box, which was packed full with electronic circuits. "The Greatest of the
Great will study it when he checks my daily entries."
"I have nothing to tell you, meritorious guardian of memory. I must
deliver a certain object to the Greatest of the Great, the most Illustrious
of the Illustrious. If you, as a guardian of memory, could take this object
to the Greatest of the Great, I would be at peace."
The confounded box resisted for a long time, but gave way in the end.
The secretary box impartially reported to the Dictator that Grom Alt,
officer of the Blood Guard, begged to be received without use of the screen.
The Dictator was very busy. He had held a conference of the higher
military ranks who, of course, were not admitted to his presence but simply
attended on the monitor screens in his office. On the eve of the
disintegration war, no one had access to Yar Jupi. He feared his masters
from the Blood Council perhaps more than his subordinates.
The conference ended at last.
"Officer of the Blood Guard Grom Alt," creaked the secretary box, "you
may pass through the door to genuflect before the most Illustrious of the
Illustrious."
The agitated Grom Alt went into the Dictator's unprepossessing office,
afraid to raise his head and look at the face of the man who had invented
the Doctrine of Hatred. Like his brother, he aped the Dictator's external
appearance in every way.
According to the ritual, Grom Alt genuflected and, staring at the
floor, told in a trembling voice about the trail of blood leading into the
beautiful Mada's chambers and about the bodies he had found in there.
"Despicable robot of the guard! What are you drivelling about?"
"May your wrath descend on the foul murderers who plotted evil against
you and your incomparable daughter, and whose traces I was able to uncover.
I grieve over my brother's fate and am happy that your daughter did not
become a victim of the villainous conspiracy."
"Conspiracy?" roared the Dictator, and he quivered from head to foot.
He stood with clenched fists and glared with crazed eyes at the
terrified officer, who did not know what was going to happen next.
Yar Jupi only reflected for a moment. The discovery of this
over-zealous officer of the Blood Guard could upset all his calculations and
force him to cancel the orders he had only just given to his military men.
Yar Jupi roared with laughter.
"So that's how it is, is it?" shouted the Dictator through his
laughter. "You bring me news of the infinite grief of the Faetians who could
not bear to part with my incomparable Mada?"
"I meant something altogether different"
"Brainless insect! Answer my questions!"
"I am in fear and trembling."
"Why did my Supreme Officer Yar Alt die?"
"He was poisoned by a bullet."
"Who had such bullets, apart from him?"