The Law of Nines. Terry Goodkind

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СКАЧАТЬ glanced around the empty room, checking that no one was near. The two women had already paid their check and left. The waitress was at a distant wait station, her back to them, folding a stack of black napkins for the dinner setting.

      Jax leaned in and lowered her voice. “The gist of the prophecy is that only someone from this world has a chance to save our world.”

      He bit back a sarcastic remark and asked instead, “Save it from what?”

      “Maybe save it from these people who are coming here to make sure that the prophecy can’t come to pass.”

      “Sounds like a dog chasing its own tail,” he said.

      She opened her hands in an empathetic gesture. “For all we know, it could be that they don’t believe you’re a part of this prophecy.

      Maybe they want something else from you.”

      “But you think I’m involved in this in some way.”

      She laid her fingers on the sunlit place in the painting beside her before looking up at him. “You may live in this world, be a part of this world, but you have links, no matter how insubstantial, to our world. You proved it by painting a place in my world.”

      Or so she said. “It could just be a place that resembles it.”

      She remained mute, but the look she gave him was answer enough.

      Alex ran his fingers back through his hair. “Your world, my world. Jax, I hope you can understand that when all is said and done I can’t really believe what you’re telling me.”

      “I know. I couldn’t believe it when I first came here and saw what looked like huge metal things floating in the air, or carriages moving without horses, or any of a dozen other things that to me are impossible. It’s not easy for me to reconcile it all in my own head. This will not be easy for you, either, Alex, but I know of no other way if there is to be a chance to save our world.”

      He felt as if he had just seen a sliver of light through the door she had opened a crack. This was a mission of desperation as far as she was concerned. She meant for him to help her save her world.

      He wasn’t sure if she had intended for him to see that brief glimpse of her purpose. Rather than try to pry at that door and have her slam it shut in his face, he asked something else, hoping to put her at ease.

      “How is your world different from mine? Is it that they don’t have advances like airplanes, cars, and the technology we have?” Were he not sitting with a woman who seemed deadly serious, he doubted that he could have asked such questions with a straight face. “What makes the people there, what makes you, a different kind of human?”

      “This is a world without magic,” she said without a trace of humor.

      “So…you mean to imply that there is magic in your world? Real magic?”

      “Yes.”

      “And you’ve seen it? Seen real magic.”

      She studied his eyes for a moment before a slight but intimidating smile grew at the corners of her mouth.

      “Among other abilities, I am a sorceress.”

      “A sorceress who can’t make tea.”

      “A sorceress who in my world can do a great deal more than make tea.”

      “But not in this world?”

      “No,” she finally admitted, her daunting smile fading. “Not in this world. This is a world without magic. I have no power here.”

      He found that to be rather convenient.

      “So, we come from very different worlds, then.”

      “Not so different,” Jax said in a way that sounded like it was somehow meant to be comforting.

      Alex studied her placid expression. “We don’t have magic. You say your world does. How much different could our worlds be?”

      “Not so different,” she repeated. “We have magic, but so do you, after a fashion. It’s just that it manifests itself in a different way. You do the very same things we do, if with different methods.”

      “Like what?”

      “Well, that thing in your pocket.”

      “The phone?”

      She nodded as she leaned back and pulled something out of a pocket near her waist. She held up a small black book.

      “This is a journey book. It works much like that phone you get messages on. Like your phone, we use this to get messages from people and to convey information to others. I write in my journey book and through magic the words appear at the same time in its twin. You say words on your phone device and words come out somewhere else. I am accustomed to writing messages, not speaking them. But you can also make your phone device function as a journey book, make words appear in it, am I right?”

      Bethany’s text messages sprang to mind. “Yes, but that’s all done through technology.”

      She shrugged. “We do the same things you do. You do it by means of technology, we use magic. The words may be different but they do basically the same thing. They both implement intent and that’s all that really matters. They both accomplish the same tasks.”

      “Technology is nothing at all like magic,” Alex insisted.

      “Technology itself is not what’s important, is it?”

      “What do you mean?”

      “Do you really know any better than I do how a phone device works? Can you explain to me how the message gets from one place to another”—she waggled her fingers across in front of them—“how the words come invisibly through the air and end up here, in the device in your pocket, in a way that you can understand them? Do you really know what makes all that technology work? Can you explain all the unseeable things that happen, the things that you take for granted?”

      “I guess not,” he admitted.

      “Nor can I explain how a journey book works. What’s important is that the people here used their minds to create this technology in order to accomplish their ends, much like those where I come from think up ways to create things using magic to accomplish what we need to accomplish. It’s as simple as that. It’s second nature to both of us. We both use what has been created. For all you know, your phone really could work through magic and you would never know the difference.”

      “But there are people here who understand the technology and can describe exactly how all of the parts work, how the phone works, how the words appear.”

      “I know people who can describe exactly how a journey book works. I’ve even sat through long lectures on the subject, but while I get the general nature of it I still can’t tell you exactly how to align the fibers within the paper with Additive and Subtractive elements to give them the sympathetic harmony needed to make words appear. It’s not my area of expertise. What matters most to me is that someone somehow did create it and I can use it to help СКАЧАТЬ