"Myst - 01 - The Book Of Atrus" - читать интересную книгу автора (Miller Rand)

"What is it?"

"Look and see," she said, taking her knife and handing it to him by the handle.
"But be careful. It might bite."

He froze, looking to her, perplexed now.

"Oh, go on," she said, laughing softly. "I'm only teasing you, Atrus. Open it."

Slowly, reluctantly, he slipped the blade beneath the twine and pulled. The
mouth of the sack sighed open.

Putting the blade down on the rock, he lifted the glasses up onto the top of his
head, then grasped the sacks neck, slowly drawing it open, all the while peering
into its dark interior.

There was something there. Something small and hunched and ...

The sound made him drop the sack and jerk back, the hairs at his neck standing
up with shock.

"Careful..." Anna said, bending down to pick the sack up.

Atrus watched, astonished, as she took out something small and finely furred.
For a moment he didn't understand, and then, with a shock, he saw what it was. A
kitten! Anna had bought him a kitten!

He made a sound of delight, 'then, getting to his feet, took a step toward her,
bending close to look at the tiny thing she held.

It was beautiful. Its fur was the color of the desert sand at sunset, while its
eyes were great saucers of green that blinked twice then stared back at him
curiously. In all it was no bigger than one of Anna's hands.

"What is it called?" he asked.

"She's called Pahket."

"Pahket?" Atrus looked up at his grandmother, frowning, then reached out and
gently stroked the kittens neck.

"The name's an ancient one. The eldest of the traders said it was a lucky name."

"Maybe," Atrus said uncertainly, "but it doesn't feel right. Look at her. She's
like a tiny flame." He smiled as the kitten pressed against his hand and began
to purr noisily.

"Then maybe you should call her that."