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

basket.

"Can you come at sixteen? I have to witness an Elvis
impersonation at eighteen, and you can be my escort."

Maijstral did a caper. "I'll dress formally, then."

"God knows what it will be like." Nichole sighed- "He
probably won't even be able to get 'Heartbreak Hotel'
right."

Maijstral faced the man on his right and introduced
himself. The dance spoke on.

"I don't like it, Pietro. Baron Sinn being here."

Pietro was a young man, gangly, of medium height. His
partner was a few years older, with dark, short-clipped
hair and a serious mien. Pietro was the taller, but only by
virtue of high-heeled boots.

"I don't like it, either. Miss Jensen," Pietro said. "Per-
haps he intends to interfere in the auction."

"Damn it. We can't outbid him. If only Tartaglia were
here. I sent him a message, but no reply as yet."

"Oops. Sorry."

"You shouldn't dance in heels unless . . . Oh, hell.
Later, Pietro."

8 / WALTER JON WILLIAMS

"Baron, a word." Sinn was a Khosalikh; tall, with a
pointed face and ebony skin beneath his dark fur. His
interrogator was a human; short, fair, with intense blue
eyes that glittered like diamond-bearing sand. She was in
her fifties but looked ten years younger.



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The Baron touched his warm nose to her cheek.
"Countess."

Her ears pricked downward. "There may be a complica-
tion. I noticed that Maijstral is here."