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Page 16 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html he%20Thinking%20Kingdom.htm (25 of 262)19-2-2006 17:04:58 Into the Thinking Kingdoms: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 2 domed skull. He was speaking, talking to the herdsman, but his words had suddenly become as indistinct as his face, on which individual features now seemed to float freely, nose switching places with mouth, lips reinforcing eyebrows. Ehomba s gaze fell to his elegant, slim goblet. The liquor within was light in color and afire with small bubbles that tickled the palate. Perhaps it was the bubbles, a new experience for him. Active and intriguing, they could also serve to divert a man s attention from the actual taste of the nectar. It struck him suddenly that there was something in the current flagon of wine that could not trace its ancestry to any honorable grape. Striving to look up, he found that he could not even lift his head. The trader had been nothing if not subtle. His blunt and forthright manner had fooled the herdsman into believing their host was not one to exercise patience in any matter. It was to his credit, then, that he had managed to disguise this component of his personality so successfully. Having plied them with ample food and fine drink of inestimable purity, he had similarly bided his time. Ehomba tried to mumble something, but his lips and tongue were working no better than his eyes. As darkness began to descend, shutting out the bright lights of the mirrors and the now mocking laughter of the reconstituted tavern patrons, he thought he saw bin Grue rise and beckon. Not to his guests, or to any of the discorporal crowd, but to a number of large and ready men who were entering through the single, dusty doorway that opened onto the obscure close beyond. Then his vision blanked altogether, leaving only his digestion functioning actively, and his stomach the only organ still capable of making noise. file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...hist%2002%20-%20Into%20T he%20Thinking%20Kingdom.htm (26 of 262)19-2-2006 17:04:58 Into the Thinking Kingdoms: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 2 III It was still light out when sensibility returned to him. Having been gifted with an impressive headache, he found himself sitting up on the dry, bare floor of the deserted warehouse. Of preboxed, unfolded tavern and jovial customers there was no sign. Nor was the owner of the remarkable cube anywhere to be seen. That was hardly an unexpected development, the herdsman mused dourly. Rising, he staggered slightly until he could confirm his balance. His belongings lay nearby, undisturbed by intruders real or imagined. No doubt one such as Haramos bin Grue regarded such poor possessions as unworthy of his attention, more bother than they would be worth in the marketplace. Or perhaps his avaricious nature had been wholly engaged with more promising matters. Ahlitah was gone. There was no sign of the big cat, not on the floor where he had been lying nor back among the few crates and corners. Standing in silence, alone in a shaft of sunlight, Ehomba concentrated hard on recovering fragments of memory like scavenged tatters of old rags. The men whom he recalled entering the warehouse just before he had blacked out had been carrying something between them. What was it? Shutting his eyes tightly, he fought to remember. Snakes? No ropes. Ropes and chains. Not to rig a ship, he decided. Ehomba had never seen a cat like Ahlitah until he had rescued it from the angry spiraling wind. Half lion, half cheetah, his four-legged companion was unique. Haramos bin Grue was a self-confessed dealer in the unique. Realizing where the cat must be, the herdsman went in search of his one other traveling companion. He found him in a far corner, immobilized in the midst of an attempt to carry Page 17 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html out an impossible act of physical congress with a beer keg. Half awake, half boiled, he was mumbling under his breath, a besotted smile on his face. Ah, Melinda, sweet Melinda. Melinda of the succulent ... Ehomba kicked the keg hard. It rolled over, sending its human companion tumbling. Finding himself suddenly on his back, Simna ibn Sind blinked and tried to stand. One hand fumbled for the sword slung at his side. The fingers kept missing, grabbing at empty air. What ? Who dares ? Oh, by Gwasik my head! Get up. Reaching down, Ehomba extended a hand. Glum-faced and thoroughly abashed, the swordsman accepted the offer. Very effectively, too. The herdsman was looking toward the door. It hung dangling from one hinge, ready to break free at the slightest touch. Doped or not, Ahlitah had evidently not been taken without a fight. They have stolen away with our friend. file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis...hist%2002%20-%20Into%20T he%20Thinking%20Kingdom.htm (27 of 262)19-2-2006 17:04:58 Into the Thinking Kingdoms: Journeys of the Catechist, Book 2 Not so hard! he shouted. Don t pull so hard! Standing behind him, Ehomba held his friend erect with both arms under those of his companion s. It took a moment or two before the stocky swordsman shook himself free. I m all right, Etjole. I m okay. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |