（外文电子版资料）Swanwick, Michael - Legions in Time.pdf

file:///C|/3226%20Sci-Fi%20and%20Fantasy%20E-books/Michael%20Swanwick%20-%20Legions%20in%20Time.txt Legions In Time by Michael Swanwick Eleanor Voigt had the oddest job of anyone she knew. She worked eight hours a day in an office where no business was done. Her job was to sit at a desk and stare at the closet door. There was a button on the desk that she was to push if anybody came out that door. There was a big clock on the wall, and, precisely at noon, once a day, she went over to the door and unlocked it with a key she had been given. Inside was an empty closet. There were no trap doors or secret panels in it–she had looked. It was just an empty closet. If she noticed anything unusual, she was supposed to go back to her desk and press the button. Unusual in what way? she’d asked when she’d been hired. I don’t understand. What am I looking for? You’ll know it when you see it, Mr. Tarblecko had said in that odd accent of his. Mr. Tarblecko was her employer, and some kind of foreigner. He was the creepiest thing imaginable. He had pasty white skin and no hair at all on his head, so that when he took his hat off, he looked like some species of mushroom. His ears were small and almost pointed. Ellie thought he might have some kind of disease. But he paid two dollars an hour, which was good money nowadays for a woman of her age. At the end of her shift, she was relieved by an unkempt young man who had once blurted out to her that he was a poet. When she came in, in the morning, a heavy Negress would stand up wordlessly, take her coat and hat from the rack, and, with enormous dignity, leave. So all day Ellie sat behind the desk with nothing to do. She wasn’t allowed to read a book, for fear she might get so involved in it that she would stop watching the door. Crosswords were allowed, because they weren’t as engrossing. She got a lot of knitting done, and was considering taking up tatting. Over time, the door began to loom large in her imagina