"Vance, Jack - Alastor 2 - Trullion-2262" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vance Jack)his thoughts. "Shira sold Ambal Isle?" "No," said Marucha to a cool voice. "Glay and I decided to
let it go." "But. . ." Glinnes halted and chose his words deliberately. "I certainly don't want to part with Ambal Isle, nor any other part of our land." "I'm afraid that the sale has been effected. We assumed rtiat vrni WPTW matin a a rareer in the Whelm and wouldn't be home. Naturally we would have considered your feelings had we known." Glinnes spoke politely. "I most definitely feel that we should void the contract.* We certainly don't want to give up AMbal." "But my dear Glinnes, it's already given up." "Not after we return the money. Where is it?" "You'll have to ask Glay." Glinnes reflected upon the sardonic Glay of ten years before, who always had stayed aloof from the affairs of Raben-dary. That Glay should make large decisions seemed altogether inappropriate and more, insulting to the memory of his father Jut, who loved each square inch of his land. Glinnes asked, "How much did you take for Ambal?" 'Twelve thousand ozols." Glinnes' voice cracked with angry astonishment. "That's giving it away! For a beauty spot like Ambal Isle, with a manor house in good condition? Someone's insane!" Marucha's black eyes sparkled. "Surely it's not your place to protest. You weren't there when we needed you, and it isn't proper for you to cavil now." "I'm doing more than cavil; I'm going to void the contract. If Shira is dead, I'm Squire of Rabendary, and no one else has authority to sell." "But we don't know that Shira is dead," Marucha pointed out, sweetly reasonable. "He may only have gone off to visit friends." Glinnes asked politely, "Do you know of any such 'friends'?" Marucha gave her shoulder a disdainful jerk. "Not really. But you remember Shira. He has never changed." "After two months he'd surely be home from his visit." "Naturally we hope that he is alive. In fact we can't presume him dead for four years, which is the law*." "But by then the contract will be firm! Why should we part with any of our wonderful land?" "You needed money for what?" "You'll have to ask that question of Glay." "I'll do so. Where is he?" * By Trill law, a contract for land sale is considered provisional for a period of a year, for the protection of both parties. "I really don't know. He'll probably be home before too long." "Another matter: are those Trevanyi tents down by the forest Marucha nodded. By now, neither was making any pretense of amiability. "Please don't criticize either me or Glay. Shira allowed them upon the property, and they have done no harm." "Possibly not, but the year is young. You know our last experience with Trevanyi. They stole the kitchen cutlery." "The Drossets are not that sort," said Marucha. "For Trevanyi, they seem quite responsible. No doubt they're as honest as they find necessary." Glinnes threw up his hands. "It's pointless to wrangle. But one last word about Ambal. Certainly Shira would never have wanted the Isle sold. If he's alive, you acted without his authorization. If he's dead, you acted without mine, and I insist that the contract be voided." Marucha gave a cold shrug of her slender white shoulders. "This is a matter you must take up with Glay. I am really quite bored with the subject." "Who bought Ambal Isler? "A person named Lute Casagave, very quiet and distinguished. I believe that he's an off-worlder; he's much too genteel to be a Trill." Glinnes finished his meal, then went to his baggage. "I've brought a few oddments back with me." He gave his mother a parcel, which she took without comment. "Open it," said Glinnes. "It's for you." She pulled the tab and drew forth a length of purple fabric embroidered with fantastic birds in thread of green, silver and gold. "How utterly wonderful!" She gasped. "Why Glinnes-what a delightful gift!" "That's not all," said Glinnes. He brought forth other parcels, which Marucha opened in a rapture. Unlike the ordinary Trill, she delighted in precious possessions. "These are |
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