" Perry Rhodan 0036 - (28) The Plague of Oblivion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

aware of the danger-fraught situation, which accounted for four disguised Terrans on the stern of a
Goszul ship resting peacefully at anchor, seemingly innocuous, in the bay of a small continent the natives
called the Land of the Gods.

The Terrans’ secret mission was to drive the Springers off Goszul’s Planet without Rhodan’s
involvement becoming evident. While Rhodan’s fleet lay in wait eight light-days distant in space, the
quartet had been left to its own resources.

John Marshall, able telepath, thoughtfully considered his three comrades. His gaze was held especially
long by Tako Kakuta the teleporter.

"Right," Marshall said at length, "but the Goszuls have me worried. True, Kitai Ishibashi slapped a
suggestion-block on them but we don’t know how long the treatment will last. Once they’ve begun to
think for themselves again, they’ll become suspicious and betray us to those creatures of the Springers,
the so-called ‘Intelligent Goszuls’. Don’t forget that the primitive natives here believe the Springers are
gods."

Kitai stroked his false beard. "How long a suggestion-treatment will last depends on the subject’s
strength for mental resistance, so I can’t really say when these hearty seamen will begin thinking
independently again."

The fourth man smiled at the suggestor. He was Tama Yokida, another Japanese member of Rhodan’s
Mutant Corps. His talent was telekinesis: he could move objects through space by means of nothing
more than sheer will. "We can defend ourselves against them if we have to, Kitai," he said, "but I hope it
doesn’t come to that. The longer we can stay unnoticed, the better for our mission. Once we have the
equipment we need, nothing more can go wrong."

John Marshall cleared his throat. "The equipment is at the bottom of a river some miles from here, right
in the neighbourhood of the Springer spaceport. Pucky had to sink everything he had with him or it would
have fallen into the enemy’s hands. I’m glad he was at least able to save himself." He looked around as
though searching for someone. "Where is he, anyway?"

A high, chirping voice piped up from close behind John. "Here I am, dear friend!"

The telepath turned and stared in surprise at a high coil of rope lying near the railing. The coil was
moving slightly. Two furry, pointed ears appeared at the upper end, then two gleaming eyes, and finally a
long, sharp muzzle spiked with a few quivering whiskers. "Those beards look pretty good on you," the
creature added, while its quick and cunning eyes glanced warily in all directions. "All people should wear
beards. Then they would look kindlier and more grownup."

After making this suggestion Pucky crawled out of his hiding place and laid down on the deck between
the four men. Here he seemed to feel safe from being seen.

Pucky was indeed an astonishing sight. He resembled a mixture of mouse and beaver, about three feet
long not counting the tail, and covered with reddish-brown fur. His tail was broad and flat-sided like a
beaver’s and supported him while he walked. At some distance Pucky made one think a certain Walt
Disney character had stepped down from the movie screen but a closer look revealed the error in that
thought. Besides, Pucky had talents Micky Mouse would never have dreamed of. This native of the
distant, lonely world of Vagabond was at once a telekineticist, a telepath and a teleporter. Moreover, he
was not only a member of Perry Rhodan’s Mutant Corps but also an officer in that elite troop. In its