Текст книги "The Flesh Tinker and lonelist man"

Автор книги: Ray Aldridg

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«And that’s all? You’ll extort no other ‘request’ from me? You’ll release my ship?»

Gavagol nodded, eagerly.

The Flesh Tinker stood abruptly. «I’ll consider it.»

Gavagol was on his feet, teeth bared, a pressure behind his eyes. «Remember, I can squash your ship like a bug…I can… I…»

The Flesh Tinker watched him alertly, the strange magenta eyes deep as the Indivisible Ocean.

A picture rose in Gavagol’s mind – the stricken face of the bull as the Medusa pulled him down into the darkness. He felt his anger subside as quickly as it had risen.

«Sorry,» he said, humbly. «I thank you for considering» Then he left, waddling out in as dignified a manner as possible.

In the Tower, Gavagol watched the Flesh Tinker’s strange craft arrow away, leaving a silver wake on the sea. He leaned against the window, his hands pressed to the monomol pane. His human hands.