"Roger Zelazny & Robert Sheckley - A Farce To Be Reckoned With" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

tour of Famous Shrines of England as part of their summer term Religious Training course. Ylith, perhaps
because of her past history as a witch in the service of Bad — before she changed sides due to her love
for a young angel named Babriel—was very much in favor of religious education for the young. They had
to know something, so that when people asked questions, Heaven wouldn't be embarrassed by their
answers.

Their starting point, the Martyr's Field in the north of

England, had many famous tombs; the little angels were busy discovering who had been planted where.

"Here's where they buried St. Cecily the Unwary," one of the little angels was saying. "I was talking to
Cecily just the other day, in Heaven. She asked me to say a prayer at her grave."

Azzie said to Ylith, "The children seem to be doing fine. Why don't you come with me and let me give
you some lunch?"

Ylith and Azzie had been an item once, back in the days when they were both Bad Creatures in service
to Evil. Ylith still remembered how crazy she had been for the high-stepping, sharp-muzzled young fox
demon. That was quite some time ago, of course.

Now she walked over to where Azzie indicated, near a spreading oak tree, and was more than a little
surprised when a light flashed and the scene shifted abruptly. Suddenly she seemed to be standing on the
shore of a great sea, with palm trees swaying on the beach and a big fat red sun lying low on the horizon.
Near the edge of the water was a table laden with good things to eat and drink. And there was a broad
bed, too, there on the beach, close to the table and made up with satin sheets and with innumerable
cushions of all sizes and shapes and colors. Beside the bed a small chorus of satyrs sang the music of
seduction.

"Just lie down over here," Azzie said, for he had accompanied Ylith into the new construct. "I will ply you
with grapes and iced sherbets and we will know such delights as we once enjoyed — entirely too long
ago."

"Hey, take it easy!" Ylith said, evading Azzie's amorous lunge. "You're forgetting I'm still an angel."

"No, I'm not," Azzie responded. "I just thought you might like to take a break."

"There are certain rules we must follow."

"How do they apply to your little fling with Dr. Faust?"

"That was a mistake," she said, "a case of bad judgment on my part while under emotional stress.
Anyway, I repented afterwards. I'm okay. Just like before."

"Except that you and Babriel broke up over it."

"We still see each other. How did you hear about that, anyway?"

"The taverns of Limbo are the great exchange posts for Heavenly and Hellish news."

"I hardly see that my love life rates as particularly important gossip."