"Moore, C L - Scarlet Dream UC" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moore C. L)

One evening just as the first faint dimness was clouding the air, and the lake smoked hazily, he happened to glance off across its surface and thought he saw through the rising mists the outline of very far mountains.
He asked curiously, “What lies beyond the lake? Aren’t those mountains over there?”
The girl turned her head quickly and her sherry-brown eyes
- darkened with something like dread.
“1 don’t know,” she said. “We believe it best not to wonder what lies—beyond.”
And suddenly Smith’s irritation with the old evasions woke and he said violently,
“Damn your beliefs! I’m sick of that answer to every question I ask! Don’t you euar. wonder about anything? Are you all so thoroughly cowed by this dread of something unseen that every spark of your spirit is dead?”
She turned the sorrowful, sherry gaze upon him.
“We learn by experience,” she said. “Those who wonder—those who investigate—die. We live in a land alive w,ith danger, incomprehensible, intangible, terrible. Life is bearable only if we do not look too closely—only if we accept conditions and make the most of them. You must not ask
questions if you would live.
“As for the mountains beyond, and all the unknown country that lies over the horizons—they are as unreachable as a
mirage. For in”a land where no food grows, where we must visit the Temple daily or starve, how could an explorer provision himself for a journey? No, we are bound here by unbreakable bonds, and we must live here until we die.”
Smith shrugged. The languor of the evening was coming upon him, and the brief~flare of irritation had died as swiftly
as it rose. ‘ -
Yet from that outburst dated the beginning of his discontent. Somehow, desj,Ite the lovely languor of the place, despite the sweet bitterness of the Temple fountains and the sweeter bitterness of the kisses that were his for the asking, he could not drive from his mind the vision of those far mountains veiled in rising haze. Unrest had wakened within him, and like some sleeper arising from a lotus-dream his mind turned more and more frequently to the desire for action, adventure, some other use for his danger-hardened body than the exigencies of sleep and food and love. -
On all sides siretithed the moving, restless woods, farther than the eye could reach. The grasslands rippled, and over the ‘dim horizon the far mountains beckoned him. Even the
mystery of the Temple and its endless twilight began to torment his waking moments. He dallied with the idea of exploring those hallways which the dwellers in this lotusland avoided, of gazing from the strange windows that opened upon inexplicable blue. Surely life, even here, -must bold some more fervent meaning than that he followed now. What lay beyond the wood and grasslands? What mysterious country did those mountains wall?
He began to harry his companion with questions that woke more and more often the look of dread behind her eyes, but he gained little satisfaction. She belonged to a people without history, without ambition, their lives bent wholly toward wringing from each moment its full sweetness in anticipation of the terror to come. Evasion was the keynote of their existence, perhaps with reason. Perhaps all the adventurous spirits among them had followed their curiosity into danger and death, and the only ones left were the submissive souls who led their bucolically voluptuous lives in this Elysium so shadowed with horror.
In this colored lotus-land, memories of the world he had left grew upon him more and more he remembered the hurrying crowds of the planets’ capitals, the lights, the noise, the laughter. He saw space-ships cleaving the’ night sky with flame, flashing from world to world through the star-flecked darkness. He remembered sudden brawls in saloons and space-sailor dives when the air was alive with shouts and tumult, and heat-guns slashed their blue-hot blades of flame and the smell of burnt flesh hung heavy. Life marched in pageant past his remembering eyes, violent, vivid, shoulder to shoulder with death. And nostalgia wrenched at him for the lovely, terrible, brawling worlds he had left behind.
Daily the unrest grew upon him. The girl made pathetic little attempts to find some sort of entertainment that would o~cupy his ranging mind. She led him on timid excursions into the living woods, even conquered her horror of the Temple enough to follow him on timorous tiptoe as he
explored a little way down the corridors which did not arouse in her tdo anguished a terror. But she. must have known from the first that it was hopeless.

One day as they lay on the sand watching the lake ripple bluely under a crystal sky, Siuitth’s-eyes,dwelling on the faint shadow of the mountains, half unseeingly, suddenly narrowed into a hardness as bright and pale as steel. Muscle ridged his abruptly set jaw and he sat upright with a jerk, pushing away the girl who ha4 been leaning on his shoulder.
“I’m through,” he said harshly, and rose.
“What—what is it?” The girl stumbled to her feet.
“I’m going away—anywhere. To those mountains, I think. I’m leaving now!”
“But—you wish to die, then?”
“Better the real thing than a living death like this,” he said~ “At least I’ll have a little more excitement first.”
“But, what of your food? There’s nothing to keep you alive, even if you escape the greater dangers. Why, you’ll dare not even lie down on the grass at night—it would eat you alive! You have no chance at all to live if you leave this grove—and me.” -
“If I must die, I shall~” he said. “I’ve been thinking it over, and I’ve made up my mind. I could explore the Temple and so come on it and cue. But do something I must, and it seems to mt my best chance is in trying to reach some country where food grows before! starve. It’s worth trying. I can’t go on like this.”
She looked at him miserably, tears brimming her sherry
eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word her eyes strayed beyond his shoulder and suddenly she smiled, a dreadful, frozen little smile.
“You will not go,-” she said. “Death has come for us nw.” -
She said it so calmly, so unafraid that he did not understand until she pointed beyond him. He turned.
The air between them and the shrine was curiously agi
tated. As he watched, it began to resolve itself into a nebulous blue mist that thickened and darkened. . . blurry tingesof violet and green began to blow through it vaguely, and then by imperceptible degrees a flush of rose appeared in the mist—deepened, thickened, contracted into burning scarlet that seared his eyes, pulsed alively—and he knew that it had come. -
An aura of menace seemed to radiate from it, strengthening as the mist strengthene,d, reaching out in hunger toward his mind. He felt it as tangibly as he saw it—cloudy danger reaching out avidly for them both.
The girl was not afriad. Somehow he knew this, though he dared not turn, dared not wrench his eyes from that hypnotically pulsing scarlet. . . . She whispered very softly from behind him.
- “So I die with you, I am content.” And the sound of her voice freed him from the snare of the crimson pulse.
He barked a wolfish laugh, abruptly—welcoming even this diversion from the eternal idyl he had been living—and the gun leaping to his hand spurted a long blue flame so instantly that the girl behind him caught her breath. The steel-blue dazzle illumined the gathering mist lividly, passed through it without obstruction and charred the ground beyond. Smith set his teeth and swung a figure-eight pattern of flame through and through the mist, lacing it with blue heat. And when that finger of fire crossed the scarlet pulse the impact jarred the whole nebulous cloud violently, so that its outlines wavered and shrank, and the pulse of crimson sizzled under the heat—shriveled—began to fade in desperate haste. - --
Smith swept, the ray back and forth along the redness, tracing its’pattern with destruction, but it faded too swiftly for him. In little more than an instant it had pale and disembodied and vanished save for a fading flush of rose, and the blue-hot. blade of his flame sizzled harmlessly through the disappearing mist to sear the ground beyond. He switched off the heat, then, and stood breathing a little unevenly as the death-cloud
thinned and paled and vanished before his eyes, until no trace of it was left and the air glowed lucid бсd transparent once
more. . -
The unmistakable odor of burning flesh caught at his nostrils, and he wondered for a moment if the Thing had indeed materialized a nucleus ~Tmatter, and then he saw that the smell came from the seared grass his flame had struck.
The tiny, furry blades were all writhing away from the burnt spot, straining at their roots as if a wind blew them back and from the blackened area a thick smoke rose, reeking with the odor of burnt meat. Smith, remembering their vampire habits, turned away, half nauseated.
The girl had sunk. to the sand behind him, trembling violently noW that the danger was gone.
“Is—it dead?.” she breathed, when she could master her quivering mouth.
“I don’t know. No way of teffing. Probably not.”
“What will—will you do now?”
He slid the heat-gun baйk into its holster and settled the belt purposefully.