"Cook, Glen - Black Company 09 - Glittering Stone 03 - Water Sleeps" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cook Glen)

Her lack of fear leaves her henchmen that much more troubled.
They know she will drive them before her, into the grinding jaws of
destiny.



Occasionally a wall will carry another message, a more personal
note: All Their Days Are Numbered.



I am in the streets every day, either going to work, going to spy,
listening, capturing rumors or launching new ones within the
anonymity of Chor Bagan, the Thieves' Garden even the Greys
have not yet been able to extirpate. I used to disguise myself as a
prostitute but that proved to be too dangerous. There are people
out there who make the Protector seem a paragon of sanity. It is
the world's great good fortune that fate denies them the power to
exercise the fullest depth and sweep of their psychoses.



Mostly I go around as a young man, the way I always did. Rootless
young men are everywhere since the end of the wars.



The more bizarre the new rumor, the faster it explodes out of Chor
Bagan and the more strongly it gnaws the nerves of our enemies.
Always, always, Taglios must enjoy a sense of grim premonition.
We must provide them their ration of omens, signs and portents.



The Protector hunts us in her more lucid moments but she never
remains interested long. She cannot keep her attention fixed on
anything. And why should she be concerned? We are dead. We
no longer exist. She herself has declared that to be the reality. As
Protector, she is the great arbiter of reality for the entire Taglian
empire.



But: Water Sleeps.



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