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Aunt Maim said. "I'm having them served out of the same kitchen. Everything
that is offered to you here tonight is also being offered to them."
The maid bent low to talk to her mistress.
"I'm told only one of your party remains within the hotel," Aunt Maim said.
Ryan nodded.
The woman sighed in irritation. She leaned back for the maid to place a napkin
in her lap. "That's a pity," the hosteler said, "because not all of this food
will maintain proper consistency for long."
"We've learned not to be picky eaters," Krysty said. "If it's edible, or even
healthy enough, they'll eat."
"Still, I'll not have guests in my establishment dine on anything less than
the best.
Even if they insist on keeping strange hours." Aunt Maim turned to the maid.
"Please inform the cooks that their services will be needed a while longer."
The maid nodded but remained where she stood.
Aunt Maim glowered at her. "Don't be difficult, you bitch. Go see to what I've
asked you to do."
"Yes, ma'am, but "
"But nothing." Aunt Maim swiveled her head back at Ryan and gave a sweet
smile. "I shall be quite safe here under Mr. Cawdor's watchful eye. I think we
share a singular view on the world."
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The maid left reluctantly, her cheeks coloring with emotion.
The woman lifted her wineglass. "A toast, then, before we begin this charming
meal. To your health may you keep it."
Ryan stared at the woman for a moment, then lifted his own glass and sipped
when she did. Krysty joined them. "Tell me about the plague," he said. "How is
it spread?"
"Actually," Aunt Maim said, positioning her soup bowl in front of her with one
hand, "I don't believe there is a plague. I think Kirkland occasionally
chooses to infect some of the people in the ville. Usually it's only people
that try to escape
Hazard."
"He doesn't want them to leave?" Krysty asked.
The woman speared an asparagus chunk with her fork and bit into it with clean
white teeth. "If they did, who would he rule?"
Ryan made himself eat. Despite the talk of plague, his lovemaking with Krysty
had left him famished. He sawed off a piece of steak and ate it, finding it
juicy and tender, not at all like the dry, stringy stock the companions
sometimes dropped for a meal.
"If you think the plague is false, why don't you leave?" Krysty asked.
Aunt Maim sipped more wine. "My handicaps are quite severe."
"And mebbe you're in this with Kirkland," Ryan said.
Color filled Aunt Maim's pale face. She sat her wineglass down forcefully.
"Kirkland and I haven't seen eye to eye in a long time." The laughter came
from her again, not lasting quite as long this time, but sounding more
uncontrollable.
She recovered. "Although it seems that eye to eye is the only way I see these
days. However, just so you'll know, rest assured that in my dealings with
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Kirkland " she shifted so the shawl fell away from her left side, shoving the
stub of her left arm, the sleeve pinned up, through the material, " that I
have found the fucker quite disarming."
DOC PROWLED through the stacks of books, carrying a lantern. He was drawn by
the titles and covers. Nearly every branch of science that he'd ever heard of
was represented somewhere in the collection. Albert, Cobb and two of the
others sat around a small oval table in the center of the room.
"Got no time for you to be looking through the books," Cobb growled. He wiped
his nose with the back of his arm, brushing away a few drops of blood that
continued to seep.
Doc ignored the man. He found a section that held all of George Orwell's
books.
Tenderly he took down a slim hardcover edition of
1984
.
"Doc," Albert called.
Gently Doc turned the pages in the book, a passage drifting back into his
mind.
He remembered reading the novel, but he couldn't remember when. He shifted his
attention to the dwarf and company. " 'If you want a picture of the future,
imagine a boot stamping on a human face forever.' " The old man shook his
head. "So true, so true. By the Three Kennedys, may you never have known how
truly you spake the future."
Albert crossed the room, stepping into the aisle and into the swell of light
that emanated from the lantern. "Doc, tell me how you came to Hazard." Doc
automatically put the book back on the shelf. Despite his best efforts, he
felt his mind wandering, crashing through the decades, through all the
information that was so mixed up in his head. "Why that's easy, dear friend. I [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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