"L. E. Modesitt - The Ecolitan Institute 01 - Ecologic Envoy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)

"And I at yours, in the service of the Forest Lord and the Balance of Time," he retinned in the archaic format that
was no longer used, even in the deepest forests of Accord. White he spoke, he studied the woman's face. She did not
understand.

"I don't speak Old American as well as I should," she admitted in Panglais, the standard tongue of the Empire. With
her long red hair, freckles, and boyish figure, she might have reached his shoulder. -

"I understand. You are called?" asked Whaler in the accented Panglais he had decided to use.

"Heather Tew-Hawkes, Lord Whaler. Would you like to see your quarters?"

"Shortly."

He took another look around the entry hall. Small ami crowded with the three hanging lamps, the long couch, an
imitation strafe chair, the tea table with the faxmags on the lower shelf, and the entry desk itself before the closed
interior portals which presumably opened onto the rest of the Legation.

"The rest of the staff I would like to encounter," he announced.

"Yes, sir. You know that Legate Witherspoon has returned to Harmony. The Deputy Legate, Mr. Marlaan, had
already taken leave. And Mr. Weintre is out for the day." '

Forest Lord! What was going on? All the natives from Accord were fleeing like troks at his arrival.

"I see. The rest here will I see...and my office...before I go to my quarters. Can you arrange for my...my .. ."
Apparently struggling with the Panglais word, he pointed to the field packs. "Yes, sir. We can take care of them."
Heather gave him a questioning glance before speaking again, tossed her flowing red hair back over her shoulder with
a flick of her head.

"Will you be having any assistants coming from Accord?"

Odd question right off the bat, reflected the Ecolitan. "Final arrangements will I announce shortly," he temporized.
Heather handed him a small folder. "You might want to look through that first. Lord Whaler."

The file was scripted in the Old American of Accord and outlined the names and functions of the staff. At the end
was a map of the Legation spaces.

He glanced through it quickly, storing the information for full recall later. "Read this later, I will. You may begin."
Heather touched a stud on the console at her desk, and one of the doors behind her opened.

Nathaniel stepped through after memorizing the location of the panel stud that actuated the entry.

The Accord Legation occupied half the three hundredth level of the Diplomatic Tower. Heather led the way through
the spaces. The tower was divided into four wings joined by the central lift/drop shafts. The official working spaces of
the Legation were in the west wing of the tower. Nathaniel's office and tile trade talks section had been placed at the
right, almost into the north wing of the tower. A spacious private suite adjoined his office, and both were on the outer
edge of the tower, with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the hills to the west.

In turn, the trade talks staff suite adjoined his office. His private quarters could be entered from his office or through