Like a hunting dog's, I thought, when he returns with the scent of his prey.īy early evening the damp air was thickening towards a fog, and by the time he stepped off the bus on Hildburg-hauserstrasse it had a good hold on the city, lending the chill new powers to discomfort. He was smiling as well, but his lips stretched thinly over his teeth. His voice was nearly as loud as the king's. Raveline was doing his own bit of studying: his wizard's eyes roaming here and there, finding me, where they paused, then Janos, where they lingered for a much longer moment.I do indeed, the prince said. Ground up, they'd all go in through its feeder tube, and the thing in the tank would devour the lot. Offal from the cookhouse, blood of slaughtered beasts, the matted hides and hooves, eyes and brains and guts which men scorned-all of these things were grist for its mill. It didn't really need to eat, not that he'd been able to discover, but it did like to. And so he'd known that it must be hungry, too. Tonight, despite the fact that he'd eaten fairly well during the day, he had felt hungry. The queer thing (one of many queer things) was this: that lately he'd noticed how its moods seemed to affect him. The creature was hungry, and Agursky-unable to sleep despite the half-bottle of vodka he'd consumed -had decided to come down here and feed it. Is that what it remembered? She shrugged.Who knows what passes for memory with Junk? Rudney certainly doesn't and we decided.We who? He became aware that Panayis was tugging urgently at his arm. Seven-no, eight of them-less than three miles away, flying in two echelons of four, two thousand, certainly not more than twenty-five hundred feet.
Panayis gestured to the north, and Mallory caught sight of them at once, the afternoon sun glinting off the sharp dihedral of the wings. Together they ran down to the edge of the grove. It seemed difficult to realise that we'd been gone only a few minutes. They were all still drinking coffee-it was the one thing we had in plenty. I waved my hand to dispel it, and peered inside. I pulled back the canvas screen, and a thick white opaque cloud formed almost immediately as the relatively warm air inside met the far sub-zero arctic air outside.
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