"Jack Vance - Elder Isles 02 - The Green Pearl" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vance Jack)

Junt gave a derisive grunt. "It is a sad comedown for me after working my fine Lirlou. Still, I believe that
I will take you at your word. It is odd, but I cannot sleep well unless I have rousted up a good catch of
fish from the deep."



"I wish you good luck," said Sarles and continued along the jetty. The wind, so he noted, had shifted and
now blew from the north.



At the market Sarles sold his flounder for a decent price, then paused to reflect. He pulled the pearl from
his pocket and considered it anew: a beautiful thing, though the green luster was unusual and even—it
must be admitted—a trifle unsettling.



Sarles grinned a curious mindless grin and tucked the pearl back into his pocket. He marched across the
square to the tavern, where he poured a good half-pint of wine down his throat. The first called for
another, and as Sarles started on his second half-pint he was accosted by one of his cronies, a certain
Juliam, who asked: "How goes the world? No fishing today?"
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"I am not up to it today, owing to my sore back. Also, Junt decided that he wished to borrow Preval
and I told him 'Go to it; fish all night, if you are so frantic in your zeal!' So off went Junt in my good old
Preval."



"Ah well, that was generous of you!"



"Why not? After all, he is my cousin and blood is thicker than water.''



"True."



Sarles finished his wine and strolled out to the end of the jetty. He scanned the sea with care but neither
to the north, the west, nor the south could he glimpse the patched yellow sail of the Preval.