Из двух копий "дайте уже леману выкинуть его "Valdor lowers himself, crouching on cramp-stiff muscles. ‘Nothing He did was without purpose. A seed may flower many centuries from its planting. I have seen it myself.’
Russ looked sour. ‘You never stop,’ he muttered. ‘Even now, even here, you’re still spouting these platitudes.’
‘Do not be so hasty to write off His–’
‘He’s dead, Constantin!’ Russ roared, finally rousing himself and shaking the dust from his pelt. ‘All the plans are dead too. We’ve pissed like dogs all over them and now the galaxy stinks from our spoor. Look around you. Try to see this world as those with a soul see it. Try, just for a moment, to be angry.’
Valdor does try. He indulges the Lord of Fenris, and tries. All he hears, though, are the voices of the slain. ‘You cannot get rid of it,’ he says, quietly, knowing the danger in such words. ‘Understand this. When you took it up, on Seraphina, it claimed you as much as you claimed it. It will keep coming back. It will follow you through time, for it was made for you and no other. Some things survive. This is one of them.’
Рассказ короткий, думаю сегодня и переведут, размышления о вечном поперечном, от Вальдора в основном.
Нормальный такой. С душой)