"Alexander Kazantsev - The Destruction of Faena" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kazantsev Alexander)

"It looks as though Kutsi Merc has been having a try."
With a bitter smile, the hunchback pointed to his hump.
"Kutsi Merc bears too heavy a burden in life."
He had now completely relieved Ave Mar of his daily household chores.
He went on talking about Powermania, but didn't mention Mada again.
It was Ave Mar who raised the subject of a possible journey over the
sea.
Kutsi Merc had apparently been waiting for this.
"The berths on the ship have been booked."



Ave Mar stood on the deck of the ocean-going ship and looked into the
distance. This time, the ocean wasn't rising to heaven, as in the view from
the mountain pass, but it was as boundless and no less striking to the
imagination.
Dm Sat had confided a terrible secret to his pupil about this ocean.
Every secret is a burden, and this one, concerning the destiny of all
Faetians, was a particularly heavy weight on Ave's mind.
Kutsi warily tried to found out the cause of Ave's bad mood, but Ave
avoided the subject by holding forth against scientists who would not
accept his ideas about the possibility of life on other planets.
Kutsi grinned craftily and poked fun at the young Faetian, maintaining
that the real reason was that he hadn't yet fallen in love.
The barbarians' continent appeared on the horizon. Sharp arrows
seemed to be sticking up out of the water. Over the sea rose the weird
buildings of the ancient continent, on which the houses were not round,
but rectangular (how absurd!}. Incredibly crowded, they reached for the
sky and gradually merged into a pile of irregular acute-angled pillars that
suggested a cluster of crystals.
Almost leaping out of the water, a security launch raced towards the
ship.
They were faced with the control procedure. Kutsi Merc sought out his
master so as to be at his side.
Longfaced men with hooked noses were climbing aboard. They were all
in identical angular clothes with collars upraised at the back and short
dark hooded capes that became rectangular bands on the chest.
"Hey you, hunchbacked offspring of carrion-eaters! Make way before
the Blood Guard!" snarled the first of the longfaces as he drew level with
Kutsi Merc. "You'll have to get out of here and go back to your stinking
island."
Ave Mar, who had specially learned the language of Powermania,
flushed with rage but, on catching Kutsi's sidelong glance of warning, he
kept quiet.
But Kutsi Merc arched his hump as he bowed, meekly lowering his head
and using a manner of speech not his own, but typical of the local dialect.
"Perhaps the officer of the Blood Guard will be interested to know that
the insignificant roundhead whom he sees before him is only secretary to
this distinguished traveller, the clear-thinking Ave Mar, son of the Ruler of
Danjab."