skye: переводы

→"I beg your pardon?" Pritchart's topaz eyes had narrowed intently.

→"I beg your pardon?" Pritchart's topaz eyes had narrowed intently.

→He paused, and the eyes which had just narrowed flared wide.

→"Good morning," Albrecht Detweiler said, looking into the camera. "I know it's only been a couple of weeks since we last met, but since then, we've received confirmation the Sollies are going to employ Filareta as we'd hoped."

→Chapter Forty-One

→Pritchart inhaled deeply as LePic's expression finally penetrated fully. What she'd mistaken for humor, possibly even amusement at having awakened her, was something else entirely. A mask. Or perhaps not so much a mask as a thin surface veneer of calm, a fragile shield for the shocked echoes of a universe turned upside down still rumbling around somewhere deep inside him.

→"Oh, I think you could say that, Madam President. Not only that, but he's a very impressive new friend. I've only managed to skim the report our wandering lad finally got around to delivering, but based just on what I've seen so far, I think I can safely say you're about to discover that just about everything we thought we knew, we don't. Know, I mean."

→"I see." Pritchart gazed at him for several seconds, her mind accelerating to full speed as it brushed off the remnants of sleep. "Tell me," she said, "did our friend find his new friend where we thought he might?"

→"As a matter of fact, I think she's likely to pitch five kinds of fit at the mere prospect," LePic said a bit wryly. "But since I'm quite positive Kevin is going to want to be there, as well--not to mention Tom, Wilhelm, and Linda Trenis--I feel fairly confident about your security."

→Pritchart felt her eyes narrowing again. She, Theisman, LePic, Linda Trenis, and Victor Lewis sat side by side across a conference table from the three chairs waiting for Cachat, Zilwicki, and Simões. Of them all, only LePic had had the opportunity to even skim Cachat's preliminary report, however, and the fact that the Attorney General hadn't even wasted any time personally debriefing Cachat and his companions before bringing them straight to her said a great deal about how he'd reacted to whatever it was they'd discovered.

→The stranger's expression was the most interesting of the three, actually, she thought. He was obviously nervous as a cat at a dog show, and not just because of the way Shiela Thiessen and her cohorts were watching him. Yet there was something else, as well . . . ​something that seemed to mingle determination as grim and purposeful as Anton Zilwicki's with something very like . . . ​guilt?

→"I'm sure that will be covered, Ma'am," Zilwicki said, and there was more than a trace of grimness in his tone. "It wasn't much like the ‘official version' I've heard, but it was bad enough."

→Thomas Theisman hadn't seen the President's face that pale since Genevieve Chin and her battered survivors crawled home from the Battle of Manticore. In fact, he hadn't seen her this close to being literally stunned since he'd personally brought her the news of Javier Giscard's death. Not that he blamed her, since he was fairly certain his own expression was pretty much an exact mirror of hers.

→--Queen Elizabeth III of Manticore

→"If the Solarian League wants a war, the Solarian League will have one."

→May 1922 Post Diaspora

→Or thought they'd discovered, at least, she reminded herself.

→"I see." She gazed speculatively at the Mesan, then cocked her head. "May I assume Dr. Simões is the reason you've been . . . ​out of touch, let's say, for the last, oh, six or seven T-months?" she asked after a moment.

→"He's one of the reasons, Ma'am," Cachat replied.

→"But I don't believe I know who this gentleman is," she continued, looking at the third member of the ill-assorted trio her security detail was watching like a bevy of particularly ill-tempered hawks.