"Andre Norton - Time Traders 6 - Echoes In Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norton Andre)

"You as you. That's all I was told: it must be you, it can be no other
person."

Strange. But time travel was strange, that Saba knew. Strange, alien,
and even more remorseless than the natural passage of time.

She looked over the distant clumps of trees, knowing that the Surma
crouched there, and she smiled sadly to herself. All very well to fancy that
she had stepped back in time while recording these people celebrating the
year's harvest. Apparently she was to be drawn back into real time travel,
in a machine designed and built by beings never born on Earth. How
many agents had been lost in the quest to understand this technology
from beyond the stars?

She shook her head.

"Can you tell me at least where this emergency is taking place?"

"I wasn't told. Of course," Taski said, settling onto the motorcycle and
pulling on her goggles. "But when I was on my way out, I overheard an
order for someone to contact the American Embassy for your visa."

"New York! So this new emergency involves the Americans?" Saba
shook her head. She knew that Project Star had originated with the
United States, but so far her connection with the Americans had been
peripheral at best.

Taski grinned as she yanked the baseball cap over her forehead. "Big
boss will probably be out here next, and you can ply him with all the
questions you like."

Saba sat back on her rock. "If there is so urgent a need," she said, "why
did he not come here instead of you?"

Taski revved the engine, which roared, sending some distant birds
flapping skyward from the shrubs. Their cries echoed back, faint as the
laughter of children, as the motor died down to an uneven growl.

"Might have," Taski called. "But he's still in Mother Russia."

Russia?

Saba mouthed the word, but did not speak. In amazement—and
apprehension—she gazed at the courier, who gave her a careless salute,
revved the engine once more, then drove off into the twilight, leaving a
cloud of light brown dust hanging in the still air.

Russia? And the Americans? Could there be a connection?