"Walter Jon Williams - The Crown Jewels" - читать интересную книгу автора (Williams Walter John)

"The what?"

"Didn't you watch Ronnie Romper as a child? 1 did."

"Of course. I'd forgotten."

"Do you know who's here. Miss Jensen? Drake Maijstral.

The Drake Maijstral."

"I'm sorry to be dense, Pietro, but I'm not sure who

you mean."

"Don't you follow sports? The Khovenburg Glacier?

The Inside Straight Affaire?"

"Ah. I remember now. Which one is he?"

"Over there. Talking to the onion-head. I was think-
ing. ... He might help us with our, uh, problem."

"Oh. "A tone of surprise. "That's a good idea, Pietro."

Two beats' pause. "Is it really?"

"Yes. Bad tuck. My boot slipped."


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"Drake Maijstral, sir."

A high-pitched voice composed of glorious harmonies.
"Count Quik." The Count was a Troxan, less than four
feet tall, with a large, round head composed of translucent
layers of alternating brain tissue and cartilage. There were
no external ears, as the structure of the head produced a
resonance that had much the same purpose. Maijstral had
to make approximations during the get'acquainted sniff.

"On unbusiness I am inning this system," the Count

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