"Factotum" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cornish D M)

A LAGIMOPE

Stained and smeared in lagi oil, feeling badly bruised and half strangled, Rossamund gathered his hat-amazingly not cast a-sea in the fight-from the deck and simply leaned against the truck of a gun to catch his breath.

More rams arrived, chase guns thudding as they hounded the nadderers away south into deeper waters.The butcher's bill at nine wounded-the fellow seized overboard already retrieved, only slightly sizzled from the caustic waters-Master Right declared Europe the heldin of the hour. In a fit of gratitude he wrote up a recommendation promising to have his agents refund her the crossing fee for herself and her three worthy servants.

"Not all forces of the Empire are against us, it seems," Europe murmured to Rossamund as they stood at the helm watching the heavy drag-maulers speeding to the south as they chased the kraulschwimmen off.

A little shaky as she resumed her original course, the aged packet ram Widgeon trod her way to Brandenbrass.