"John Dalmas - Return to Fanglith" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dalmas John)

they don't meet us, it looks as if they expect us to
leave the planet on our own, somehow or other."

Although, how we could do that without a cutter . . .
"Let's sit here till dark," I suggested. "It'll be
safer traveling then. With the coordinates cube, we
won't have any trouble finding Lizard Island at
night."

I could feel part of my attention stuck on the
contraband data cube. On Fanglith, actually. And from
Deneen's expression, hers was too. "I'm not going to
be surprised if they don't get to Lizard Island for a
month or more," I went on. "Obviously, they've got
something to do first, or they'd have gone there
already, not 'later.' And they'll need to wait until
things quiet down, because a cutter's a lot more
conspicuous than a floater and a ton more likely to
attract trouble."

Of course, they might not get there at all.

The floater's main door was open, letting in the late
sun. I was sitting in front, with Deneen and Piet.
Tarel was in back, looking sober and saying nothing.
He was generally pretty quiet and serious. Beside
him, Jenoor was quiet, too. She wasn't generally
quiet like he was; in fact, she was often pretty
animated. But just now she was worried.

Jenoor tended to look up to me because I was older
and had the Fanglith experience under my belt, which
was fine with me. We'd told people that she and Tarel
were our cousins, so of course it hadn't been okay
for me to take her around. But I had it in mind to
propose to her after she reached legal age, and when
I could support her. Looking up to me the way she
did, it seemed to me she'd probably say yes. Anyway,
she hadn't shown much interest in other guys,
although they'd been pretty interested in her.

Meanwhile, living in the same house with her hadn't
always been the most comfortable thing in the world.
She was too good-looking.

Deneen considered her pretty special too-had even
asked me once if I'd ever thought of Jenoor as a
future wife. When I admitted I had, she said she was
glad to see her brother showing good taste. Deneen
was more critical than our parents about whom I took