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The younger boy walked to the water s edge, his tone more credulous than his brother s. Where are
they?
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Will tilted his head back, scanning the dark cloud-filled sky. They ll be here. So will the gold. He
looked over at the older boy, whose expression eloquently declaimed that the whole world had
conspired against him since the day of his birth. Why don t you give me a hand with the luggage? Hey,
mon, do it yourself, you heah? My bro and I, we already got ours. He held up a package secured with
twine.
Ken Woods gave Will a hand. So did the silent fisherman, whose body seemed fashioned of black
rebars welded together.
When the pile of luggage had been unloaded Will checked his watch again. Things could get interesting if
the tender failed to materialize. He didn t look forward to spending the night at the edge of the swamp,
fielding accusations and indignant inquiries while watching nervously for patrolling fer-de-lance. As time
passed complaints filled the air with increasing frequency. He knew he couldn t hold them much longer.
Eventually he would have to pass out the gold in the toolbox, turn the van over to his disgruntled recruits,
and remain behind to greet his alien acquaintances with confessions of failure instead of the promised
specimens.
Then suddenly, without any warning, there it was: a massive dark outline suspended in sky, slowly
lowering toward them. It sang like a troll humming its babe to sleep, a deep-throated mechanical
counterpoint to the oohs and aahs that now began to rise from his companions.
Chapter Thirteen
The expatriate stumbled and lost his Panama hat, while the old woman from Belize City crossed herself.
Elevating his mumbling to a higher level, the Rastafarian gaped at the silently descending tender. The
fisherman stood nearby, staring, silent as when Will had first set eyes on him.
The suddenly sobered British schoolmaster staggered over to stand next to Will. He held his recovered
chapeau tightly in one hand, running the other through what remained of his graying hair.
I& I thought it was a joke, what you said. You know, an evening s entertainment.
Something to tell the friends back in Tunbridge Wells someday. I think you ll find it entertaining
enough, Will told him, but it will involve more than an evening. As I said. He eyed the older man
thoughtfully. You can run if you want to. No one will try to stop you. The expatriate did not take his
eyes from the descending vessel. No. No, I think I will stick around for a while yet.
A slight puddling of water marked the tender s touchdown. A ramp extended from its flank to dry land,
and the door above retracted. Figures appeared in the opening.
Will overheard the Australian girl questioning her male companion. The tall, freckled redhead had a
voice like a Dickensian waif.
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How come they re different sizes?
They re not just different sizes, luv. They ve got to be different species. Say, have a look at that tall
one in the back. That s a sheila for sure, even if she is hairy as a possum. He pointed to the advancing
Wais. I don t know what that is.
Caldaq and the S van assistant captain Will knew as T var were accompanied by three Massood
soldiers and a Wais translator. As greetings were exchanged Will saw that Caldaq s attention was not on
him but on his recruits. The latter stared and mumbled among themselves as the realization that this was
not a joke, not a set piece being staged for unseen television cameras, began to take hold. None of them
broke and ran. Somehow Will wasn t surprised when the old lady, the one he d allowed to come along
as an afterthought, was the first to walk up to the towering Massood and extend a wrinkled black hand.
I am pleased to meet you, sir. My name is Annalinda Mason. She whispered to Will, He is a sir, is
he not?
He is, said Will, simultaneously realizing that despite all he d been through he had yet to explain the
meaning of a handshake to the aliens. He proceeded to rectify that omission, watching as the captain s
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The younger boy walked to the water s edge, his tone more credulous than his brother s. Where are
they?
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Will tilted his head back, scanning the dark cloud-filled sky. They ll be here. So will the gold. He
looked over at the older boy, whose expression eloquently declaimed that the whole world had
conspired against him since the day of his birth. Why don t you give me a hand with the luggage? Hey,
mon, do it yourself, you heah? My bro and I, we already got ours. He held up a package secured with
twine.
Ken Woods gave Will a hand. So did the silent fisherman, whose body seemed fashioned of black
rebars welded together.
When the pile of luggage had been unloaded Will checked his watch again. Things could get interesting if
the tender failed to materialize. He didn t look forward to spending the night at the edge of the swamp,
fielding accusations and indignant inquiries while watching nervously for patrolling fer-de-lance. As time
passed complaints filled the air with increasing frequency. He knew he couldn t hold them much longer.
Eventually he would have to pass out the gold in the toolbox, turn the van over to his disgruntled recruits,
and remain behind to greet his alien acquaintances with confessions of failure instead of the promised
specimens.
Then suddenly, without any warning, there it was: a massive dark outline suspended in sky, slowly
lowering toward them. It sang like a troll humming its babe to sleep, a deep-throated mechanical
counterpoint to the oohs and aahs that now began to rise from his companions.
Chapter Thirteen
The expatriate stumbled and lost his Panama hat, while the old woman from Belize City crossed herself.
Elevating his mumbling to a higher level, the Rastafarian gaped at the silently descending tender. The
fisherman stood nearby, staring, silent as when Will had first set eyes on him.
The suddenly sobered British schoolmaster staggered over to stand next to Will. He held his recovered
chapeau tightly in one hand, running the other through what remained of his graying hair.
I& I thought it was a joke, what you said. You know, an evening s entertainment.
Something to tell the friends back in Tunbridge Wells someday. I think you ll find it entertaining
enough, Will told him, but it will involve more than an evening. As I said. He eyed the older man
thoughtfully. You can run if you want to. No one will try to stop you. The expatriate did not take his
eyes from the descending vessel. No. No, I think I will stick around for a while yet.
A slight puddling of water marked the tender s touchdown. A ramp extended from its flank to dry land,
and the door above retracted. Figures appeared in the opening.
Will overheard the Australian girl questioning her male companion. The tall, freckled redhead had a
voice like a Dickensian waif.
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How come they re different sizes?
They re not just different sizes, luv. They ve got to be different species. Say, have a look at that tall
one in the back. That s a sheila for sure, even if she is hairy as a possum. He pointed to the advancing
Wais. I don t know what that is.
Caldaq and the S van assistant captain Will knew as T var were accompanied by three Massood
soldiers and a Wais translator. As greetings were exchanged Will saw that Caldaq s attention was not on
him but on his recruits. The latter stared and mumbled among themselves as the realization that this was
not a joke, not a set piece being staged for unseen television cameras, began to take hold. None of them
broke and ran. Somehow Will wasn t surprised when the old lady, the one he d allowed to come along
as an afterthought, was the first to walk up to the towering Massood and extend a wrinkled black hand.
I am pleased to meet you, sir. My name is Annalinda Mason. She whispered to Will, He is a sir, is
he not?
He is, said Will, simultaneously realizing that despite all he d been through he had yet to explain the
meaning of a handshake to the aliens. He proceeded to rectify that omission, watching as the captain s
long, slim fingers enveloped those of the elderly woman. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]