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.Behind a tree he caught his breath.No time now for crafty or complicated planning. I shallgo directly to Eubanq s house, Jantiff told himself. I will kill and rob Eubanq, or perhaps force him toprovide me an air-car.I will then fly him high over the Sych and throw him out; then I will continue on toUncibal and demand protection from the cursar.If, of course, the cursar has returned.If not, I will hideonce more in the Disjerferact. Jantiff set off at once toward Balad.Unfortunately his ex-altation caused him to ignore elementarycaution; he was seen and identified as he came along the river road.Sullen folk surrounded him.Thewomen began to call out invectives; the crowd pressed closer and Jantiff was backed up against a wall.He cried out in anguish: I have done noth-ing! Leave me be! A dockworker named Sabrose, whom Jantiff had often served at the Old Groar, bellowed himdown: You have given us all the yellows, and we must now undergo the treat-ment, unless we want tobe deaf and dumb witches.Do you call that nothing? I don t know anything about it! Let me pass! Sabrose gave a ferocious laugh. Since all Balad must be treated, you shall be the first! Jantiff was dragged up to the main street and across to the apothecary s shop. Bring out thetreatment! bawled Sa-brose. Here s the first patient; we ll cure him on the cheap, without theheadbangers. The treatment device was wheeled from the shop.The apothecary, a mild old man who hadfrequented neither of the taverns nor Jantiff s booth, dropped two pills in a mug of water and held it toJantiff s face. Here; this will dull the pain. Sabrose brushed away the mug. Take away your headban-gers! Let him know what he s done tous! Jantiff s hands were fixed into metal gloves, with loose joints over the fingernails.Sabrose wielded amallet to crush Jantiff s fingertips.Jantiff croaked and groaned. Now then! said Sabrose. When the nails drop off, apply black niter of argent; maybe you ll becured. He s getting off too easy! screamed a woman. Here: my frack sludge! Turn his face about; he llnever see his mis-chief. Sabrose said: Enough is enough; he s beyond knowing anything. Not yet! Let him pay to the full.There! Now! Right in the face! A thick acrid fluid was flung into Jantiff s face, scalding his skin and searing his vision.He gave astrangled cry and tore at his eyes with mutilated fingers.The apothecary threw water into Jantiff s face and wiped his eyes with a rag.Then he turned in furyon the crowd. You ve punished him beyond all justice! He s only a poor sad lout. Not so! cried a voice which Jantiff recognized as that of Eubanq. He housed himself with awitch-woman; I saw her at his hut, and he poisoned us knowingly with witch food! Jantiff mumbled: Eubanq is a thief; Eubanq is a liar. But none heard him.Jantiff opened his eyes acrack, but a granular fog obscured his vision.He moaned in shock and grief. You ve blinded me! I willnever see the colors! One of the women cried out: Where now the horrid witch? Do her like, the others! No fear, said Eubanq. Booth has taken her in hand. Jantiff gave a call of mindless woe.He struggled to his feet, flailed his arms to right and left, an actwhich the crowd considered ludicrous.They began to bait Jantiff, shoving him, prodding his ribs, hissinginto his face.Jantiff at last threw up his hands and staggered off down the street. Catch him! screamed the most vindictive. Bring him back and deal with him properly! Let him go, growled an old fisherman. I ve seen enough. What? After he has given us all the yellows? And all must take the treatment? He fed us witch food; never forget it! Today let him go; tomorrow we will put him on a raft. Quite right! Jantiff! Can you hear? Tomorrow you float south across the ocean! Jantiff lurched heedlessly down the street.For a space children followed him, jeering and throwingstones; then they were called back and Jantiff went his way alone.Out to the beach he stumbled, and along the familiar track.With his eyes wide and staring he couldsee only a vague luminosity; he walked a good distance but could not find, his hut.Finally he droppeddown upon the sand and turned his face to the sea.He sat a long time, confused and listless, his handsthrobbing with a pain to which he gave no heed.The fog across his vision grew thick as Dwan set andnight came to Dessimo Beach and the Moaning Ocean.Still Jantiff sat, while water sucked across theoffshore ledges.A breeze drifted in from the ocean: at first a chilly breath which tingled Jantiff s skin, then gusts whichpenetrated his threadbare garments.Jantiff saw himself as if in a clairvoyant vision: a gaunt creature crouched on the sand, all connectionsto the world of reality broken.He began to grow warm and comfortable; he realized that he was about todie.Images formed in his mind: Uncibal and Old Pink; the human tides along Uncibal River; the fourWhispers on the Pedestal.He saw Skorlet and Tanzel, Kedidah and the Ephthalotes; Esteban andBooch and Contractor Shubert.Glisten appeared, facing him from a distance of no more than an arm slength, and gazed stead-fastly into his eyes.Miracle of miracles.He heard her speak, in a soft quickvoice: Jantiff, don t sit in the dark! Jantiff, please lift yourself! Don t die! Jantiff shuddered and blinked, and tears ran from his eyes.He thought of his cheerful home, atFrayness; he saw the faces of his father and mother and sisters. I don t want to die, said Jantiff. I wantto go home. With a prodigious effort he hauled himself to his feet and stumbled off along the beach [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Behind a tree he caught his breath.No time now for crafty or complicated planning. I shallgo directly to Eubanq s house, Jantiff told himself. I will kill and rob Eubanq, or perhaps force him toprovide me an air-car.I will then fly him high over the Sych and throw him out; then I will continue on toUncibal and demand protection from the cursar.If, of course, the cursar has returned.If not, I will hideonce more in the Disjerferact. Jantiff set off at once toward Balad.Unfortunately his ex-altation caused him to ignore elementarycaution; he was seen and identified as he came along the river road.Sullen folk surrounded him.Thewomen began to call out invectives; the crowd pressed closer and Jantiff was backed up against a wall.He cried out in anguish: I have done noth-ing! Leave me be! A dockworker named Sabrose, whom Jantiff had often served at the Old Groar, bellowed himdown: You have given us all the yellows, and we must now undergo the treat-ment, unless we want tobe deaf and dumb witches.Do you call that nothing? I don t know anything about it! Let me pass! Sabrose gave a ferocious laugh. Since all Balad must be treated, you shall be the first! Jantiff was dragged up to the main street and across to the apothecary s shop. Bring out thetreatment! bawled Sa-brose. Here s the first patient; we ll cure him on the cheap, without theheadbangers. The treatment device was wheeled from the shop.The apothecary, a mild old man who hadfrequented neither of the taverns nor Jantiff s booth, dropped two pills in a mug of water and held it toJantiff s face. Here; this will dull the pain. Sabrose brushed away the mug. Take away your headban-gers! Let him know what he s done tous! Jantiff s hands were fixed into metal gloves, with loose joints over the fingernails.Sabrose wielded amallet to crush Jantiff s fingertips.Jantiff croaked and groaned. Now then! said Sabrose. When the nails drop off, apply black niter of argent; maybe you ll becured. He s getting off too easy! screamed a woman. Here: my frack sludge! Turn his face about; he llnever see his mis-chief. Sabrose said: Enough is enough; he s beyond knowing anything. Not yet! Let him pay to the full.There! Now! Right in the face! A thick acrid fluid was flung into Jantiff s face, scalding his skin and searing his vision.He gave astrangled cry and tore at his eyes with mutilated fingers.The apothecary threw water into Jantiff s face and wiped his eyes with a rag.Then he turned in furyon the crowd. You ve punished him beyond all justice! He s only a poor sad lout. Not so! cried a voice which Jantiff recognized as that of Eubanq. He housed himself with awitch-woman; I saw her at his hut, and he poisoned us knowingly with witch food! Jantiff mumbled: Eubanq is a thief; Eubanq is a liar. But none heard him.Jantiff opened his eyes acrack, but a granular fog obscured his vision.He moaned in shock and grief. You ve blinded me! I willnever see the colors! One of the women cried out: Where now the horrid witch? Do her like, the others! No fear, said Eubanq. Booth has taken her in hand. Jantiff gave a call of mindless woe.He struggled to his feet, flailed his arms to right and left, an actwhich the crowd considered ludicrous.They began to bait Jantiff, shoving him, prodding his ribs, hissinginto his face.Jantiff at last threw up his hands and staggered off down the street. Catch him! screamed the most vindictive. Bring him back and deal with him properly! Let him go, growled an old fisherman. I ve seen enough. What? After he has given us all the yellows? And all must take the treatment? He fed us witch food; never forget it! Today let him go; tomorrow we will put him on a raft. Quite right! Jantiff! Can you hear? Tomorrow you float south across the ocean! Jantiff lurched heedlessly down the street.For a space children followed him, jeering and throwingstones; then they were called back and Jantiff went his way alone.Out to the beach he stumbled, and along the familiar track.With his eyes wide and staring he couldsee only a vague luminosity; he walked a good distance but could not find, his hut.Finally he droppeddown upon the sand and turned his face to the sea.He sat a long time, confused and listless, his handsthrobbing with a pain to which he gave no heed.The fog across his vision grew thick as Dwan set andnight came to Dessimo Beach and the Moaning Ocean.Still Jantiff sat, while water sucked across theoffshore ledges.A breeze drifted in from the ocean: at first a chilly breath which tingled Jantiff s skin, then gusts whichpenetrated his threadbare garments.Jantiff saw himself as if in a clairvoyant vision: a gaunt creature crouched on the sand, all connectionsto the world of reality broken.He began to grow warm and comfortable; he realized that he was about todie.Images formed in his mind: Uncibal and Old Pink; the human tides along Uncibal River; the fourWhispers on the Pedestal.He saw Skorlet and Tanzel, Kedidah and the Ephthalotes; Esteban andBooch and Contractor Shubert.Glisten appeared, facing him from a distance of no more than an arm slength, and gazed stead-fastly into his eyes.Miracle of miracles.He heard her speak, in a soft quickvoice: Jantiff, don t sit in the dark! Jantiff, please lift yourself! Don t die! Jantiff shuddered and blinked, and tears ran from his eyes.He thought of his cheerful home, atFrayness; he saw the faces of his father and mother and sisters. I don t want to die, said Jantiff. I wantto go home. With a prodigious effort he hauled himself to his feet and stumbled off along the beach [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]