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.Swardheld grinned, winked at her and went away again.Aleytys found it hard to remember that these figures were phantoms in hermind, collections of forces imprisoned in the jewel traps of the RMoahldiadem, the trap that held her, too, once she d put the circle of goldenflowers on her head and found she couldn t take it off.These were herfriends, in a way her closest friends.They lived in her and shared everythingPage 44 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlshe felt and did.Harskari, the first victim, sorceress and psi-master.Shadith, the second victim, poet and singer, member of a long-vanishedhigh-tech civilization.Swardheld, swordsman and mercenary, with all the handand mind skills needed for survival as a soldier in a feudal society.In animportant way they were part of her, had shaped what she had now, both heruncertainties and her competencies.Shadith was reduced to sketched violet eyes while Harskari s form haddeveloped until she stood in a tunic and long skirt, her white hair blowingaround her dark brown face.She stood with an awkward grace, a slight smile onher face, relaxed as Aleytys had never seen her.She tilted her white headslightly as if she were looking into Aleytys s face. Friends stand on levelground, Lee. Aleytys stirred in the water, feeling a flush of warmth that had nothing to dowith the warmth around her. Well. She stepped out of the tub, wrappedthe towel around her, regretting briefly the robe Drij had never brought, thenstepped into the bedroom.The mirrors coaxed enough light into the small roomto show her Quale s sprawled bulk.He d moved a little, kicked off theblanket.In the faint light, his profile against the pillow was clean-cut, hisscarred cheek was down, sweat had nudged his thick fine hair into loose curls.Too bad you won t stay asleep, she thought.He stirred, mumbled a few blurredsyllables, then was snoring again.Holding her breath, she slid away from thebed, respecting his animal sensitivity enough to make no unnecessary noises.The fading bruises on Drij s face were sufficient warning.She slipped through into the outer room, which was filled with peace and apulsing gray twilight, the stillness broken only by Drij s soft breathing.Thedark woman lay in one corner, a blanket pulled over her, leaving only her facevisible.Aleytys moved to the center of the room, stretched.Yawning,blinking, she moved her feet sensuously across the soft fibers of the rug,feeling at home again in her body, happy at the feeling, delighted that thebreak between her and her mind-friends had been healed, almost equally happythat the Hunt had really begun.She trotted across the room and went up theladder, unbarred the hatch, then leaned against the opening, her crossed armsresting on the narrow ledge that supported the hatch.The Sink was a web of light, pulsing and ominous.Bright spots oozed fromplace to place along lines of light that continually shifted position.Thepacked earth inside the wall was littered with bodies of the sleeping men andnon-men.Nearby one man was muttering in his sleep no distinct words, butanxiety made him twitch, his gnarled fingers scrabbling at his blanket.Sheheard the scrape of a foot and looked up.A man was walking slowly along thetop of the wall, his rifle slung across his back.He strolled along, snappinghis fingers now and then, glancing occasionally at the trees, radiating morecomplacency than alertness.Swardheld s eyes opened, glinting with disgust. Shithead, he growled. If hewas one of mine. You d have his skin, Aleytys finished, struggling to suppress an attack ofgiggling that took her by surprise. Well! Scratching at her nose, she lookedaround again at the sleepers. Probably the natives don t attack at nightRemember, old growler, the Scavs have been here the better part of a year. Don t matter.Things could change in a flicker. He snorted. Strolling alongon top that damn wall! Aleytys smothered a chuckle behind one hand, her eyes moving over the Web; itschanges fascinated her.There was a sliver of blackness hugging the westernhorizon, a bit of sky no longer covered by the web. Hah! she whispered. Look, friend.Nowhere s starting to leave the Sink.Our timing is just aboutright. Suddenly sleepy, she hitched up the towel, then caught the loop on thehatch and pulled it shut.In Drij s workroom, she stood moving her feet slowly over the padded carpet,her eyes fixed on the curtained doorway. No, she said softly. I won t [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Swardheld grinned, winked at her and went away again.Aleytys found it hard to remember that these figures were phantoms in hermind, collections of forces imprisoned in the jewel traps of the RMoahldiadem, the trap that held her, too, once she d put the circle of goldenflowers on her head and found she couldn t take it off.These were herfriends, in a way her closest friends.They lived in her and shared everythingPage 44 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlshe felt and did.Harskari, the first victim, sorceress and psi-master.Shadith, the second victim, poet and singer, member of a long-vanishedhigh-tech civilization.Swardheld, swordsman and mercenary, with all the handand mind skills needed for survival as a soldier in a feudal society.In animportant way they were part of her, had shaped what she had now, both heruncertainties and her competencies.Shadith was reduced to sketched violet eyes while Harskari s form haddeveloped until she stood in a tunic and long skirt, her white hair blowingaround her dark brown face.She stood with an awkward grace, a slight smile onher face, relaxed as Aleytys had never seen her.She tilted her white headslightly as if she were looking into Aleytys s face. Friends stand on levelground, Lee. Aleytys stirred in the water, feeling a flush of warmth that had nothing to dowith the warmth around her. Well. She stepped out of the tub, wrappedthe towel around her, regretting briefly the robe Drij had never brought, thenstepped into the bedroom.The mirrors coaxed enough light into the small roomto show her Quale s sprawled bulk.He d moved a little, kicked off theblanket.In the faint light, his profile against the pillow was clean-cut, hisscarred cheek was down, sweat had nudged his thick fine hair into loose curls.Too bad you won t stay asleep, she thought.He stirred, mumbled a few blurredsyllables, then was snoring again.Holding her breath, she slid away from thebed, respecting his animal sensitivity enough to make no unnecessary noises.The fading bruises on Drij s face were sufficient warning.She slipped through into the outer room, which was filled with peace and apulsing gray twilight, the stillness broken only by Drij s soft breathing.Thedark woman lay in one corner, a blanket pulled over her, leaving only her facevisible.Aleytys moved to the center of the room, stretched.Yawning,blinking, she moved her feet sensuously across the soft fibers of the rug,feeling at home again in her body, happy at the feeling, delighted that thebreak between her and her mind-friends had been healed, almost equally happythat the Hunt had really begun.She trotted across the room and went up theladder, unbarred the hatch, then leaned against the opening, her crossed armsresting on the narrow ledge that supported the hatch.The Sink was a web of light, pulsing and ominous.Bright spots oozed fromplace to place along lines of light that continually shifted position.Thepacked earth inside the wall was littered with bodies of the sleeping men andnon-men.Nearby one man was muttering in his sleep no distinct words, butanxiety made him twitch, his gnarled fingers scrabbling at his blanket.Sheheard the scrape of a foot and looked up.A man was walking slowly along thetop of the wall, his rifle slung across his back.He strolled along, snappinghis fingers now and then, glancing occasionally at the trees, radiating morecomplacency than alertness.Swardheld s eyes opened, glinting with disgust. Shithead, he growled. If hewas one of mine. You d have his skin, Aleytys finished, struggling to suppress an attack ofgiggling that took her by surprise. Well! Scratching at her nose, she lookedaround again at the sleepers. Probably the natives don t attack at nightRemember, old growler, the Scavs have been here the better part of a year. Don t matter.Things could change in a flicker. He snorted. Strolling alongon top that damn wall! Aleytys smothered a chuckle behind one hand, her eyes moving over the Web; itschanges fascinated her.There was a sliver of blackness hugging the westernhorizon, a bit of sky no longer covered by the web. Hah! she whispered. Look, friend.Nowhere s starting to leave the Sink.Our timing is just aboutright. Suddenly sleepy, she hitched up the towel, then caught the loop on thehatch and pulled it shut.In Drij s workroom, she stood moving her feet slowly over the padded carpet,her eyes fixed on the curtained doorway. No, she said softly. I won t [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]