（外文电子版资料）Barry Longyear - Enemy Mine.pdfVIP

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20documenten/spaar/Barry%20Longyear%20-%20Enemy%20Mine.txt The Dracons three-fingered hands flexed. In the things yellow eyes I could read the desire to have those fingers around either a weapon or my throat. As I flexed my own fingers, I knew it read the same in my eyes. Irkmaan! the thing spat. You piece of Drac slime. I brought my hands up in front of my chest and waved the thing on. Come on, Drac; come and get it. Irkmaan vaa, koruum su! Are you going to talk, or fight? Come on! I could feel the spray from the sea behind me-a boiling madhouse of white-capped breakers that threatened to swallow me as it had my fighter. I had ridden my ship in. The Drac had ejected when its own fighter had caught one in the upper atmosphere, but not before crippling my power plant. I was exhausted from swimming to the grey, rocky beach and pulling myself to safety. Behind the Drac, among the rocks on the otherwise barren hill, I could see its ejection capsule. Far above us, its people and mine were still at it, slugging out the possession of an uninhabited corner of nowhere. The Drac just stood there and I went over the phrase taught us in training-a phrase calculated to drive any Drac into a frenzy. Kiz da yuomeen Shizumaat! Meaning: Shizumaat, the most revered Drac philosopher, eats kiz excrement. Some thing on the level of stuffing a Moslem full of pork. The Drac opened its mouth in horror, then closed it as anger literally changed its color from yellow to reddish-brown. Irkmaan, yaa stupid Mickey Mouse is! I had taken an oath to fight and die over many things, but that venerable rodent didnt happen to be one of them. I laughed, and continued laughing until the guffaws in combination with my exhaustion forced me to my knees. I forced open my eyes to keep track of my enemy. The Drac was running toward the high ground, away from me and the sea. I half-turned toward the sea and caught a glimpse o