"Anthony, Piers - Adept - 01 - Split Infinity" - читать интересную книгу автора (Anthony Piers)A tall youth intercepted the woman. "Game, lass?" How easy he made it seeml She dismissed him with a curt downward flip of one hand and continued on toward Stile. A child signaled her: "Game, miss?" The woman smiled, but again negated, more gently. Stile smiled too, privately; evi- dently she did not recognize the child, but he did: Pol- lum. Rung Two on the Nines ladder. Not in Stile's own class, yet, but nevertheless a formidable player. Had the woman accepted the challenge, she would probably have been tromped. There was no doubt she recognized Stile, though. His eyes continued to review the crowd, but his attention was on the woman. She was of average height—several centimeters taller than he—but of more than average proportions. Her breasts were full and perfect, unsag- ging, shifting eloquently with her easy motion, and her legs were long and smooth. In other realms men as- sumed that the ideal woman was a naked one, but often this was not the case; too many women suffered in the absence of mechanical supports for portions of their anatomy. This one, approaching him, was the type who of form. She arrived at last. "Stile," she murmured. He turned as if surprised, nodding. Her face was so lovely it startled him. Her eyes were large and green, her hair light brown and light-bleached in strands that expanded about her neck. There was a lot of art in the supposedly natural falling of women's hair. Her fea- tures were even and possessed the particular properties and proportions that appealed to him, though he could not define precisely what these were. His shyness 2 loomed up inside him, so that he did not trust himself to speak. "I am Sheen," she said. "I would like to challenge you to a Game." She could not be a top player. Stile knew every rank- ing player on every age-ladder by sight and style, and she was on no ladder. Therefore she was a dilettante, an occasional participant, possibly of some skill in se- |
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