Fantastic Stories Presents: Science Fiction Super Pack #1. Рэй Брэдбери
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Название: Fantastic Stories Presents: Science Fiction Super Pack #1
Автор: Рэй Брэдбери
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
Серия: Positronic Super Pack Series
isbn: 9781633842403
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Hull stared appalled. “What are you going to do?”
“No harm to your little Weed. I promise no harm.”
“But—” He paused. Vail’s footsteps sounded on the stairs, and she entered timidly, bearing a tray with a bottle and a metal goblet. He saw her start as she perceived him, but she only advanced quietly, set the tray on the table, and backed toward the door.
“Wait a moment,” said the Princess. She rose and moved to Vail’s side as if to force the comparison on Hull. He could not avoid it; he hated himself for the thought, but it came regardless. Barefooted, the Princess Margaret was exactly the height of Vail in her lowheeled sandals, and she was the merest shade slimmer. But her startling black hair and her glorious green eyes seemed almost to fade the unhappy Ormiston girl to a colorless dun, and the coppery hair and blue eyes seemed water pale. It wasn’t fair; Hull realized that it was like comparing candlelight to sunbeam, and he despised himself even for gazing.
“Hull,” said the Princess, “which of us is the more beautiful ?”
He saw Vail’s lips twitch fearfully, and he remained stubbornly silent.
“Hull,” resumed the Princess, “which of us do you love?”
“I love Vail!” he muttered.
“But do you love her more than you love me?”
Once again he had recourse to silence.
“I take it,” said the Princess, smiling, “that your silence means you love me the more. Am I right?”
He said nothing.
“Or am I wrong, Hull? Surely you can give little Vail the satisfaction of answering this question! For unless you answer I shall take the liberty of assuming that you love me the more. Now do you?”
He was in utter torment. His white lips twisted in anguish as he muttered finally, “Oh, God! Then yes!”
She smiled softly. “You may go,” she said to the pallid and frightened Vail.
But for a moment the girl hesitated. “Hull,” she whispered, “Hull, I know you said that to save me. I don’t believe it, Hull, and I love you. I blame—her!”
“Don’t!” he groaned. “Don’t insult her.”
The Princess laughed, “Insult me! Do you think I could be insulted by a bit of creeping dust as it crawls its way from cradle to grave?” She turned contemptuous green eyes on Vail as the terrified girl backed through the door.
“Why do you delight in torture?” cried Hull. “You’re cruel as a cat. You’re no less than a demon.”
“That wasn’t cruelty,” said the Princess gently. “It was but a means of proving what I said, that your mighty muscles are well-broken to my saddle.”
“If that needed proof,” he muttered.
“It needed none. There’s proof enough, Hull, in what’s happening even now, if I judge the time rightly. I mean your Harriers slipping through their ancient sewer right into my trap behind the barn.”
He was thunderstruck. “You—are you—you must be a witch!” he gasped.
“Perhaps. But it wasn’t witchcraft that led me to put the thought of that sewer into your head, Hull. Do you remember now that it was my suggestion, given last evening there in the hallway? I knew quite well that you’d put the bait before the Harriers.”
His brain was reeling. “But why— Why—?”
“Oh,” she said indifferently, “it amuses me to see you play the traitor twice, Hull Tarvish.”
THE TRAP
The princess stepped close to him, her magnificent eyes gentle as an angel’s, the sweet curve of her lips in the ghost of a pouting smile. “Poor, strong, weak Hull Tarvish!” she breathed. “Now you shall have a lesson in the cost of weakness. I am not Joaquin, who fights benignly with his men’s slides in the third notch. When I go to battle, my beams flash full, and there is burning flesh and bursting heart. Death rides with me.”
He scarcely heard her. His gyrating mind struggled with an idea. The Harriers were creeping singly into the trap, but they could not all be through the tunnel. If he could warn them— His eyes shifted to the bell-pull in the hall beside the guard, the rope that tolled the bronze bell in the belfry to summon public gatherings, or to call aid to fight fires. Death, beyond doubt, if he rang it, but that was only a fair price to pay for expiation.
His great arm flashed suddenly, sweeping the Princess from her feet and crashing her dainty figure violently against the wall. He heard her faint “O—o—oh” of pain as breath left her and she dropped slowly to her knees, but he was already upon the startled guard, thrusting him up and over the rail of the stair-well to drop with a sullen thump below. And then he threw his weight on the bellrope, and the great voice of bronze boomed out, again, and again.
But Black Margot was on her feet, with the green hell-sparks flickering in her eyes and her face a lovely mask of fury. Men came rushing up the stairs with drawn weapons, and Hull gave a last tug on the rope and turned to face death. Half a dozen weapons were on him.
“No—no!” gasped the Princess, struggling for the breath he had knocked out of her. “Hold him—for me! Take him—to the barn!”
She darted down the stairway, her graceful legs flashing bare, her bare feet padding softly. After her six grim Empire men thrust Hull past the dazed guard sitting on the lower steps and out into a night where blue beams flashed and shots and yells sounded.
Behind the barn was comparative quiet, however, by the time Hull’s captors had marched him there. A closepacked mass of dark figures huddled near the mouth of the ancient tunnel, where the bushes were trampled away, and a brown-clad file of Empire woods runners surrounded them. A few figures lay sprawled on the turf, and Hull smiled a little as he saw that some were Empire men. Then his eyes strayed to the Princess where she faced a dark-haired officer.
“How many, Lebeau?”
“A hundred and forty or fifty, Your Highness.”
“Not half! Why are you not pursuing the rest through the tunnel?”
“Because, Your Highness, one of them pulled the shoring and the roof down upon himself, and blocked us off. We’re digging him out now.”
“By then they’ll have left their burrow. Where does this tunnel end?” She strode over to Hull. “Hull, where does this tunnel end?” At his silence, she added. “No matter. They’d be through it before we could reach it.” She spun back. “Lebeau! Burn down what we have and the rest we’ll stamp out as we can.” A murmur ran through the crowd of villagers that was collecting, and her eyes, silvery green in the moonlight, flickered over them. “And any sympathizers,” she added coldly. “Except СКАЧАТЬ