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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:
10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Oba ahiva v nemom izumlenii ustavilis na nego. No peredumal. Do granicy on rasschityval Dobratsia uzhe k nyneshnej nochi. Nu tak proshchaj, Niksard, spokojno pozhelala Onni, nabliudaia za moimi Mucheniiami s dobrodushnoj nasmeshkoj, I da prebudet s toboj Svet. Zato nagleesh s kazhdoj minutoj. Ia zasluzhil ee. Taj toroplivo speshilas i brosilas k svoej sestre, tozhe sprygnuvshej ej Navstrechu s sedla svoego charsa. Prygun sekundu pristalno smotrel na menia sverhu vniz, vozvyshaias nado Mnoj pochti na golovu (prokliatyj rost liliput v strane velikanov), zatem Ponimaiushche kivnul i otoshel k trasseru, brosiv cherez plecho: Vsyp i ty emu. Do Specialno obostrennogo sluha otchetlivo donessia izumlennyj bas Verhovnogo maga Kordosa: Ty?! Vot uzh ne dumal, chto vstrechu zdes samogo Namestnika Haaskana! Tak, Znachit, vot kto za vsem etim stoit! Tvoia ohota zakonchilas, Altares, holodno i vlastno otvetil Gilsveri. Po ego signalu nochnaia tishina vzorvalas grohotom soten kopyt. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:
10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>A esli magu nuzhna, Naprimer, bashnia, on nanimaet obychnyh rabotnikov, umeiushchih vypolniat desiatki Drugih del, i rukovodit stroitelstvom sam. Ili on boleet za vseh obizhennyh i obojdennyh? Rasskazhi o zamene, Celitel. Nichego udivitelnogo, chto tysiacha ostalas na schete. A zaodno i emu Dostanetsia, chto ne dolozhil vovremia. Zasranec, da? Molodec! Celitel podmignul. Ia zadumchivo kivnul: Da, eto luchshij variant. Vozduh mgnovenno napolnilsia strashnym, razdiraiushchim ushi vizgom i Mnogogolosym shelestom mecheruk, opuskaiushchihsia, vpivaiushchihsia v zhivuiu plot. Chto zh, poka oni ne budut priblizhatsia, menia eto Ustroit. Nichego u tebia ne poluchitsia. Ia zamer, vslushivaias v ee tihij golos. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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