"Cook, Glen - Sung In Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cook Glen)

Right to the Citadel. Just as expected. Emerald blended into the holiday crowd in the Plaza. The initial festivities had begun. He pretended interest till he was sure he saw movement behind the window of the Protector's laboratory. Then he went to report to the Master.
Rider's men picked up and cleaned up. "Looks like a whole tribe of northmen camped here a week," Preacher grumbled, adding some scriptural quote about the savages bringing the earth low.
"Why do you always accuse us?"
"Because civilized people ... "
Su-Cha, observing from the window, cackled.
Chaz glowered his way. "I haven't forgotten you, devil. Your time is coming. Stewed imp with a garlic garnish. Think about it. Wonder when you're going into the pot."
Spud said, "If you ask me it would be revenge enough just getting him to help here. He wouldn't do his share if ... "
"Hold it," Su-Cha said, in a tone suddenly serious. "Take a look at this." He dropped off the sill, stood looking over with his chin resting on his forearms, childlike.
Chaz and Preacher joined him. Cautiously.
"It's that villain, Emerald," Preacher said.
The festivities were gathering momentum. The Plaza was crowded. Nevertheless, Emerald stood out. He was on the fringe of the mob, watching the Citadel gate.
The entire band crowded the window now. "Let's get him," Spud said.
"Rider said stay here," Greystone countered. "The web needs mending. He'll want our help."
"But he'd want us to do something if we saw that guy."
"We should stay put," Chaz said, surprising everyone. Usually Chaz was the first to yield to impulse, the most eager to jump into trouble.
"This mess is big," he said defensively. "We need to get organized to handle it."
Su-Cha declared, "I don't need to be organized to dance on that thug's head. And this time he isn't going to slick me." The imp headed for the door. Everyone but Chaz and Greystone followed.
Chaz went to the window to watch the gnarly man. Greystone continued picking up. He said, "Precipitous action often leads to its own reward. The sensible course is to restore the web before undertaking any action. We need its support."
"You figure the news is out yet?" Chaz glanced at the grisly ornament still pinned to the wall.
"This cabal would have an interest in maintaining secrecy till they placed themselves in the most favorable position."
"What happens tonight?"
"What do you mean?"
"Jehrke always hands out the prizes to the rope divers."
"Ah. Yes. So. These enemies of ours must have been confident they could achieve their ends before then."
"Rider will take his father's place, I guess. Oh-oh. There they go."
Greystone joined Chaz. They watched their comrades race toward the gnarly man, who spotted them, took off, stubby bow legs pumping furiously. "That fellow can surely run."
"For a ways," Chaz said."Bet he ain't much over a quarter mile." Below, Soup suddenly slowed to a trot, though he did not give up pursuit. "What's Soup up to?"

Soup had been smitten by a suspicion that Emerald had been too easily spotted. Maybe he was leading them into another ambush. If so, he would get a surprise of his own. Soup would materialize after the trap was sprung.
Emerald began to slow and his pursuers to gain. The looks he cast back seemed genuinely desperate. He whirled around a corner, knobby limbs flailing.
Rider's men rounded the corner and drifted to a halt. "Where'd he go?" Spud demanded. "He couldn't disappear into thin air."
"Look around," Preacher said.
"I know. 'Seek and ye shall find.' Su-Cha, do your stuff."
There was no place for the gnarly man to have gone. The street was just a wide alleyway between two doorless walls. It dead-ended in another brick wall.
"Dig through that trash," Soup said. "Maybe he's under it." He had arrived to find his friends baffled.
The usually loquacious Su-Cha said nothing for several minutes. Then he grunted, snatched up a broken brick, flung it at the alley-spanning wall. It did not rebound. It simply vanished.
Soup howled. "We've been hornswoggled! The wall is an illusion."
He charged forward—and through. His hair stood up and crackled. When he looked back he saw no evidence of the illusory wall, just his comrades looking baffled.
There was no sign of Emerald.
The others joined him. "What now?" Spud asked.
"We still have a trick," Su-Cha said. He grinned and tapped his nose.
The others chuckled. "Is he going to be surprised."
Soup, though, recalled his earlier reservations. "He may be leading us away from the laboratory."
"Maybe," Spud admitted. "But Chaz and Greystone are there. And he expected to lose us here. Let's go, imp."

There was a delicate tap at the laboratory door. Chaz and Greystone exchanged looks. Greystone whispered, "I'll cover," and stepped into a contrivance of mirrors from which a man could watch the doorway without being seen.
He picked up a light crossbow. The tapping was repeated. Chaz pulled the door inward.
His eyes grew huge. He gasped, "I think I'm in love. The heavens have opened and shed an angel on my doorstep."
The woman was startled, not just by this remark but by the barbarian's size. Then she glanced over her shoulder fearfully, as if expecting peril to overtake her any moment. "May I come in?" she asked breathlessly.
"A godsend," Chaz said. "I have to be dreaming. Do come in. Do sit down. Just anywhere."