"Zelazny, Roger - Amber Short Story 05 - Blue Horse Dancing Mountains" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

"Take it with you," Dworkin responded. "Bring it back tomorrow night?"
"I'll be occupied. The night after?"
"I will be occupied. Three nights hence?"
"Yes. Until then?"
"--good night."
The blast and the crash that followed blinded me and deafened me for
several moments. Suddenly, I felt the rain and the wind. When my vision
cleared, I saw that the hollow was empty. Retreating, I made my way back
over the crest and down to my camp, which the rain had found again, also.
The trail was wider now.
I rose at dawn and fed myself while I waited for Shask to stir. The
night's doings did not seem like a dream.
"Shask," I said later, "do you know what a hellride is?"
"I've heard of it," he replied, "as an arcane means of traveling great
distances in a short time, employed by the House of Amber. Said to be
hazardous to the mental health of the noble steed."
"You strike me as being eminently stable, emotionally and
intellectually."
"Why, thank you--I guess. Why the sudden rush?"
"You slept through a great show," I said, "and now I've a date with a
gang of reflections if I can catch them before they fade."
"If it must be done..."
"We race for the golden piss-pot, my friend. Rise up and be a horse."

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