The Law of Nines. Terry Goodkind
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Название: The Law of Nines

Автор: Terry Goodkind

Издательство: HarperCollins

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      “What are you making?”

      “An extractor.”

      “What are you trying to extract?”

      “An essence.”

      “An essence of what?”

      The old man turned in a huff. “Sometimes you can be a pest, Alexander, do you know that?”

      Alex lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug. “I was just curious, that’s all.” He watched in silence as solder turned to liquid metal and flowed around the end of the tube.

      “Curiosity gets you into trouble,” his grandfather finally said, half under his breath.

      Alex’s gaze dropped away. “I remember my mother saying—back before she got sick—that I got my sense of curiosity from you.”

      “You were a kid at the time. All kids are curious.”

      “You’re hardly a kid, Ben. Life should be about being curious, shouldn’t it? You’ve always been curious.”

      In the silence of the basement room, the only sound was the “tick” made each time the plastic tail of the black cat went back and forth, marking each passing second on the clock in the cat’s stomach.

      Still hunched over the bench, Ben turned his dark eyes toward his grandson. “There are things in this world to be curious about,” the old man said in a soft, cryptic voice. “Things that don’t make proper sense, aren’t the way they appear. That’s why I’ve taught you the way I have—to be prepared.”

      A shiver tingled up between Alex’s shoulder blades. His grandfather’s chilling tone was like a doorway opening a crack, a doorway into places Alex could not begin to imagine. It was a doorway into places that were not the realm of lighthearted wonder that usually seemed to make up Ben’s life. It was the flip side of lighthearted, seen only during training sessions.

      Alex was well aware that, for all his tinkering, his grandfather never really made anything. Not in the conventional sense, anyway. He never made a birdhouse, or fixed a screen door, or even cobbled together lawn art out of scraps of metal.

      “What essence are you extracting?”

      The old man smiled in a curious fashion. “Oh, who knows, Alexander? Who really knows?”

      “You must know what you’re trying to do.”

      “Trying and doing are two different things,” Ben muttered. He looked back over his shoulder and changed the subject. “So, what is it you want for your birthday?”

      “How about a new starter motor for my truck.” Alex’s mouth twisted in discontent. “Not all old things are so great. Women aren’t much impressed with a guy who has a Jeep that won’t start half the time. They’d rather go out with a guy with a real car.”

      “Ah,” the old man said, nodding to himself.

      Alex realized that, without meaning to, he had just answered the question he’d avoided when he’d first come down into Ben’s workshop. He realized that he hadn’t remembered to call Bethany back. He supposed it was more avoidance than forgetfulness.

      “Anyway,” Alex said, leaning an arm on the bench, “she’s not my type.”

      “You mean she thinks that you’re too…curious?” The old man chuckled at his own joke.

      Alex shot Ben a scowl. “No, I mean she’d rather be out going to clubs and drinking than doing anything with her life. In fact, she wants to get me drunk for my birthday. There’s more to life than just partying.”

      “Like what?” Ben prodded softly.

      “I don’t know.” Alex sighed, tired of the subject. He slid off the stool. “I guess I’d better get going.”

      “A date with someone else?”

      “Yeah, with a junkyard to try to find a cheap starter motor that works.”

      Maybe if he did ever see the strange woman again, and his Cherokee would start, he could take her for a drive in the country. He knew some beautiful roads through the hills.

      He considered his memory of the woman, the way she walked through Regent Center as if she belonged in such places, and dismissed his daydream as unrealistic.

      “You should get a new car, Alex—they work a lot better.”

      “Tell that to my checking account. The gallery hasn’t sold one of my paintings in nearly a month.”

      “You need money for a car? I might be able to help out—considering that it’s your birthday.”

      Alex made a sour face. “Ben, do you have any idea what a new car costs? I’m doing all right but I don’t have that much money.” Alex knew that his grandfather didn’t, either.

      Ben scratched the hollow of his cheek. “Well, I think you just might have enough for any new car you could want.”

      Alex’s brow twitched. “What are you talking about?”

      “It’s your twenty-seventh birthday.”

      “And what does that mean?”

      Ben tilted his head in thought. “Well, as near as I can figure, it has something to do with the seven.”

      “The seven what?”

      “The seven…in twenty-seven.”

      “You lost me.”

      Ben squinted off into the distance as he journeyed into distracted thoughts. “I’ve tried to figure it out, but I can’t make sense of it. The seven is my only real clue, the only thing I have to go on.”

      Alex heaved a sigh in irritation at Ben’s habit of wandering off down rabbit holes. “You know I don’t like riddles, Ben. If you have something to say, then tell me what you’re talking about.”

      “The seven.” Ben looked up from his essence extractor. “Your mother was twenty-seven when it came to her. Now you’re twentyseven, and it’s come to you.”

      The skin of Alex’s arms tingled with goose bumps. By her twentyseventh birthday insanity had come to his mother. The familiar basement was beginning to feel claustrophobic.

      “Ben, stop fooling around. What are you talking about?”

      Ben paused at his work and twisted around on his stool to study his grandson. It was an uncomfortable, searching gaze.

      “I have something that comes to be yours on your twenty-seventh birthday, Alexander. It came to your mother on her twenty-seventh birthday. Well, it would have…” He shook his head sadly. “The poor woman. Bless her tortured soul.”

      Alex straightened, determined not to get caught up in some fool word game with his grandfather.

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