"L. E. Modesitt - Recluce 09 - The Order War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

his voice level. Gunnar, always Gunnar, as if his older brother were the great Creslin himself.
"Are there any? Real records, I mean?"
"I suppose there must be. Dorrin certainly left records." Justen stopped outside of the long
and low black stone building that almost seemed part of the grassy hillside.
"But he was an engineer."
"He also wrote The Basis of Order. Most of it, anyway." Justen gestured at the three students.
"You can get something from the fruit table in the dining hall. Then we'll meet in the corner
room."
"Thank you, Magister Justen," the three chorused.
"I'm not a magister, just a junior engineer of sorts," Jus-ten observed, but the three had
already trooped off.
"How can you be happy offering beginning order-instruction to spoiled kids?" asked Krytella.
"Why not? Someone has to, and-" Justen stopped, realizing that once again Krytella had compared
him, unfavorably, to his older brother. He forced a grin and continued. "-and I'd better catch up


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with them before they eat all the fruit."
"Tell Gunnar I need to talk to him."
"I will, but you'll likely see him before I do."
"Have fun with your students."
"Thank you."
The three had not eaten all the dried fruit, having left at least half of it. In passing the
snack table, Justen grabbed several dried pearapple sections and stuffed them in his mouth. He
chewed and swallowed quickly. Then he walked down the stairs to the belowground corridor that
bisected the sunken indoor garden. The garden separated the dining wing from the classrooms.
The three looked up from their cushions as he closed the door.
"Take out your Basis of Order. Let's take a look at the third section of the first part, page
fifty-the part about the concentration of order." Justen waited as they paged through the books
that were still too stiff, as if the only time they read was when Justen insisted. "Would you read
it, Norah?"
The wide-eyed blonde cleared her throat. "... a staff, or any other object, may be infused with
order. If the Balance is maintained, concentrating such order must result in a greater amount of
chaos somewhere else. Therefore, the greater the effort to concentrate order within material
objects, the greater the amount of free chaos within the world."
"What does that mean, Daskin?"
"I don't know, Magister."
"All right. You read the words, the same words."
"The same words?"
Justen nodded.
"... a staff, or any other object. .." Daskin repeated the words already read aloud by Norah.
"Now, what does it mean?" Daskin sighed. "I guess it's something about why the engineers don't
put order into everything they build."
Justen nodded at Jyll.
"Is that why there are only ten of the black iron ships?" she asked.
"How much order goes into building a ship like the Shierra?" Justen probed.
"Lots, or you wouldn't have asked," Norah said, grinning.
"How much iron would it take to build a hundred ships?"