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

"No one."
"Then is it not clear to you, insect, that, enamoured of the beautiful
Mada, the Supreme Officer committed suicide in her room as a mark of his
hopeless yearning for her?"
"But the nanny's body..."
"Was she not attached to her mistress? Did not the low creature
understand that with the departure of her mistress to another planet, she
would become an ordinary roundhead, insignificant and despised, as is only
right?"
"What? She took her own life?" Grom Alt was dumbfounded, remembering
the wound in Lua's throat and shaking with fear at the thought that he had
displeased the Dictator.
Yes, he certainly had displeased the Dictator. Yar Jupi was not at all
disposed to ascertain why only two had been killed when at any moment
hundreds of millions of Faetians could perish. The more so that this could
hold up the space expedition that was meant to save Mada's life.
"However, this stripling from the Blood Guard will hardly keep his
mouth shut," thought Yar Jupi.
The Dictator gently raised the terror-stricken officer off his knees.
"My good sentinel Grom Alt! You have every justification for replacing
your suicide brother. Thank fate that true Faetians are the slaves of their
feelings. If you should ever fall in love with a beautiful Faetess and she
does not reciprocate your feelings, behave as did your elder brother. But
allow me, as one who is proud of a daughter capable of inspiring such
powerful emotions, to thank you for your faithful service and for bringing
me news that has made my heart rejoice. I shall show you the treasure of my
flower collection, which is unrivalled on Faena. These blooms are as
beautiful as the Faetesses of our dreams. Savour their aroma."
Grom Alt obediently went to the niche where he could see the incredibly
beautiful blossoms, dark-blue as the sky before evening and glittering with
the gold spangles of new-lit stars.
"How do you like that perfume, my trusty sentinel?" asked Yar Jupi,
turning away.
"I have never breathed anything more enchanting. I feel an uncommon
lightness all over my body. I feel like flying."
"Perhaps you will indeed fly one day, as the incomparable Mada is
flying at this moment. If she discovers a life-supporting planet, then many
longfaces will fly there to turn new continents into lands of the
Superiors."
"Those words must be engraved on eternal stone. Each thought in here is
like a disintegration explosion; it flashes and it casts down."
"The scent of the flowers is undoubtedly calling forth your eloquence.
Order yourself the tunic of a Supreme Officer of the Blood Guard."
A blissful Grom Alt, who had never expected such a turn of events, flew
out of the Dictator's office as if on wings.
If the secretary box had somehow been able to fathom the feelings of
living Faetians, it would have noticed Grom Alt's unusual state of mind. But
the box was only a machine and merely noted how much time the visitor had
spent with the Dictator. Very little...
And it took very little time for Grom Alt to feel ill. He collapsed in