Аннотация
E.C Tubb
Web of Sand
Chapter One
Marta Caine had a singing jewel which she took from its box and held cupped in her palms as she stood in the salon of the Urusha.
"From Necho," she said, her eyes on the crystal. "I bought it when young and have carried it with me ever since. A long time now. Too long."
"It looks dull," said Kemmer. "Dead."
"It's fatigued."
"Why haven't we seen it before?" Grish Mettalus leaned forward from where he stood behind Chai Teoh. Like the girl, he was tall, slim, eyes slanted beneath narrow brows but where her face held a high-boned delicacy his features bore a broad and flattened stamp. "You are unkind, Marta. The gem would have helped relieve our boredom."
"As I said, it is tired." The veined hands seemed to press reassuringly against the crystal cupped in the palms. "I have kept it cooped in darkness too long. When we reach Fendris I shall set it on a high and open place where it can feed on s...
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