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

crest towards the beach.
Never had Mada experienced such pleasure before.
Even so, when Mada and Ave crossed the breakwater and were returning
with the board to the crowded beach, Mada felt uneasy. If someone had told
her the day before that she was capable of such flightiness, she would have
burst out laughing.
Ave held the board in one hand and was ready to help Mada with the
other if the surf swept her off her feet. But Mada went ahead of him and,
skipping over the gurgling foam with a laugh, was the first to run up onto
the beach.
She seemed to be showing that, as the Dictator's daughter, she could do
whatever she liked!
Her anxious companion wrapped her charge up in the fluffy sheet.
"How good it was! If you only knew how good it was, Mother Lua!"
"As if I couldn't know," she grumbled. "I nearly died, waiting for you.
If anything happened to you, I'd surely be executed by order of Yar Jupi
(may he be happy, the great man!)"
"It's a good thing you're alive and can help me with one or two little
matters."
Mother Lua gave her a stern look.
"It frightens me to think of it, my dear."
Mother Lua had guessed rightly about her charge's intentions. Mada had
always dreamed about a real Faetian, manly, noble and pure. The uncultured
Faetians among the Superiors, flaunting a civilisation that had become
static since ancient times, repelled her with their boorishness, arrogance
and contempt for the roundheads, whose children her mother had once nursed.
The stranger, as her nanny had told her, was alien to all gloomy
superstitions of the Superiors; he was a scholar of Danjab who was not
afraid to break free of the Science of Death there and end up at loggerheads
with everybody. It was just such a Faetian that Mada could dream about, and
he had, on top of all that, turned out to be athletic, daring and handsome.
It was innate in Faetians to be mutually attracted "at first sight",
which they did not always admit even to themselves.
The daughter of Yar Jupi had justified the name her father had given
her-she had fallen in love straightway with a visitor clad in foam and, in
Mother Lua's opinion, had lost her wits.
"Think, my dear! If he was a longface, it would have been all right.
But they're going to call this one a half-breed. Contempt and hatred! Think
again, my dear! I taught you the truth about all the Faetians, but not for
that!.."
"No," replied Mada firmly. "Let it be the way I want it. You will go to
his companion and tell him where Ave and I are going to meet."
"You'll be noticed together! The Blood Guard will seize him. Don't wish
him harm."
"It shall be as I have said. Others will not be able to look at us. We
shall meet in the palace garden."
"The garden behind the Wall?" echoed Lua in alarm.
"You will escort them through the Blood Door."
Mother Lua looked downcast. But Mada paid no attention to her, walking
on with her chin up.