sheritepper.necromancer nine-第34部分
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dust。 The carpet of the place was worn through in spots。 At each chair was set an empty bottle and a drinking glass； a pad of yellowed paper and a writing implement。 At one place the writing implement had been shifted in position； and I could see a pale pattern of it where it had once lain upon the paper。 Whoever might once have cleaned the place had not done so recently； perhaps not for years。 Dust lay upon everything in a thick； gray film。
Quench came in to sit at the place where the writing implement had been moved。 He moved it back onto its shadow； carefully； centering it upon its image before settling into the chair； arms folded across his wide torso。 The lines of his boxlike hat seemed to continue downward through his head； obdurately square。
Others entered。 There were whispers； mumbling conversations。 I risked a questing thought to get pictures of long； half ruined corridors； tumbled portals far to the north and south； ramified networks of dusty catabs； buried in decay。 One of those who entered had white tabs at his throat。 Others bowed toward him； murmured 〃Rector。〃 Time passed。 Some fifty were assembled before Manacle entered。 Well； now we would learn what we would learn。
〃Evening； gentlemen。 Evening。 Glad to see everyone is here so promptly。 Well； we have a considerable agenda this evening。 Let's call the meeting to order and get started。 Will the Rector give the invocation。〃
The tab…fronted one rose； stared upward and intoned； 〃Oh； Lord； we your children have pursued your purposes for thirty generations upon this planet。 For a thousand years we have been faithful to your mandments。 We have watched the monsters in this place； have kept ourselves separated from them； have kept your sacred ordinances to research and record everything that the monsters do。 Now； as we approach the holy season of Contact With Home； be with us as we consider grave matters which are brought before us。 Let us be mindful of your ordinances as we consecrate monsters to our use in order that your will may be continued unto future generations。 Keep us safe from the vile seducements of Gamesmen and the connivances of the Council。 We ask this as faithful sons。 Amen。〃
During this pronouncement； the others in the room had peered restlessly about themselves as though someone else were expected to enter； but no one did。 There was a brief silence when the man finished speaking。 Manacle sat in his chair with head forward； as though he were asleep。 Quench cleared his throat with a hacking noise； and Dean Manacle jerked upright。
〃Hmmm；〃 he mumbled。 〃We will move to the minutes of the last meeting。〃 He rose and pushed one of the buttons on the table before him； saying as he did so； 〃I am Manacle of Monsters； son of Scythe of Sinners； Dean of the Executive mittee of the Faculty of the College of Searchers。 Will Central Control please read the minutes of the last meeting。〃 He tilted his head to one side and seemed to be counting。 Around the room the others stared at their fingers or murmured to one another； bored。 When a slow count of fifty had passed； Manacle went on； 〃Since Central Control does not think it necessary to read the minutes of the last meeting； may I have a motion to approve them as unread。〃
〃So move；〃 said Quench。 He did not move； however； which was confusing。 Again； I knew it must be ritual。
〃Seconded；〃 said an anonymous voice from the end of the long table。
〃It has been moved by Professor Quench； seconded by Professor Musclejaw； that we approve the minutes of the last meeting as unread。 All those in favor。 A chorus of grunts and snarls greeted this。 〃Opposed？ Hearing none the motion is passed。〃 There was a pause while Dean Manacle collected himself and shuffled through the papers before him。 〃We shall move to submittee reports 。。。 the submittee on portal repair。〃
〃Nonsense；〃 said Quench。
〃I beg your pardon。〃 Manacle looked up； bristling。 〃The agenda calls for。 。
〃Nonsense。 The agenda calls for nonsense。 Stupidity。 Obtuseness。 Obfuscation。 Let's talk about the Council。 Let's talk about this Gamesman； Huld； who wants access to the defenders！〃
Grunts of surprise； voices raised in anger。 〃The defenders？ We don't allow access to the defenders！ What did he say？〃
〃We will have the report on portal repair；〃 Manacle shouted。 〃And the report on the problems at the monster labs； and on the food stocks brought in by Gifters。 These are important matters； Quench。 Vital matters。
〃How vital？〃 boomed Quench。 〃If the Council is planning to destroy us all； how vital is it that the monster labs shall or shall not meet quota？ If we are all killed； how important that the northern portal cannot be repaired； as we know it cannot； as the southern portal could not in its time。 If there are none left to have appetite； how vital is it that the Gifters bring in their full cargoes of grain and meat？ Vital？ Manacle； you're a fool and your father before you was a fool。〃
I had not seen until then the little hammer which Manacle picked up from before him。 He whapped it upon the table； raising a cloud of dust at which several members began to sneeze and wipe their eyes。 If this was meant to restore order； it failed its purpose。 A trembling oldster was shouting at Quench who was bellowing in reply。 Elsewhere in the room confusion multiplied as small groups and individuals rose in gesticulating argument。 Manacle thrashed with his little hammer； voices rose； until at last Quench shouted down all who would have opposed him。
〃Sit down； you blasted idiots。 Now you all listen to me for a while。 If you choose to do nothing after I've spoken； well； it will be no less than you've done about anything for fifty years。 I will speak。 I'm a full professor； entitled to my position； and I will be heard； though I am a doddering Emeritus。〃
〃Most of you in this room recall the meeting a generation ago when Dean Scythe admitted to this mittee that the techs could not repair the portal machines； or the air machines； or most of the others； so far as that goes。 You recall that we had before us at that time a suggestion； made by me； that we set some of our brighter young men to studying the old machines and the old books in order to learn about them。 You recall that my suggestion was met with typical revulsion and obstinate lack of understanding。 No； you all said； we wouldn't deny our sons their chance at earning their degrees by asking them to be mere techs。〃 Quench spat the word at them bitterly。 〃Oh； no。 Every one of us had been assistant； associate； tutor； lecturer； assistant professor…all of it。 Each of you wanted the same for his boys。〃
So； old Scythe suggested we pick some Gamesmen and bring them in to learn about the machines； that we give some Gamesmen the old books； that we turn our future over to the Gamesmen because we were too proud to be techs。 So we brought some of em in。 There was that fellow Nitch； came and went for a decade。 Where is he now？ Gone to use what he learned for his own profit； I have no doubt。 And there were others。 Fixed a few things； but not for long。 Now there's this fellow Huld； threatening us with the Council。 Telling us the Council is going to destroy us…the Council we've cooperated with for hundreds of years by taking up dangerous Gamesmen and putting them away when the Council told us to。 Now here's Huld telling us the Council is creating Gamesmen with dangerous new talents。 Here's Huld saying he will protect us if we only give him access to the defenders。 And idiot Manacle has half told him we'd do it。 And； while all that's going on； Manacle wants us to sit here talking about repairing the north portal which has been in ruins for five generations。 Outrageous piftie！〃 He subsided into seething silence； picked up the writing implement before him and broke it in two。 There was a horrified gasp from others in the room。
〃You broke the pencil。〃 Manacle trembled。 〃They've been here since my great…grandfather's time； and you broke one。
〃Piffle；〃 repeated Quench。 The angry silence was not broken until an old voice quavered in treble confusion。
〃Excuse me； but what are you suggesting； Professor Quench？ Are you saying we should not listen to Huld？ Or should listen to Huld？ Do we now distrust our colleagues of th
