"Carver, Jeffrey A - Star Rigger 02 - Star Rigger's Way" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carver Jeffrey A)

neural foam and amplified by the flux-pile, it was the riggerТs skin against
the elements, his wings and fins in the turbulent air/sea among the stars. A
rigger navigated by intuition and by experience, by his own individual
imaging powers, and by the currents of the space itself.
The dreaming could be difficult; but far trickier was the intuition,
especially among members of a crew. Because no two riggers viewed the
Flux identically, teamwork in the net demanded a gestalt, a near-perfect
melding of visions, perceptions, and intuitive judgments. Several riggers
functioning as a gestalt could sail a ship smoothly and speedily between
stars. But working at odds in the net, they could tear a ship apart and leave
the pieces bobbing lifeless in the Flux.
To Gev Carlyle the most intimidating aspect of rigging, by far, was the
teamwork. He had never ceased fearing the nakedness, the emotional
turmoilЧthe laying forth of embarrassments, of fears, of weaknesses both
real and imagined. But one rigger had to know anotherТs fantasies, both to
find the common lines of strength and to know what images should not be
trod upon; indeed, sailing a ship in a space built of fear was surely
courting disaster.
But sharing was so difficult with fellow humans, with his friends. How
could he possibly hope to succeed with this alien stranger?
Would he have to resort to the dreampool?
He hoped not. Lord, he hoped not!

Gev CarlyleТs sleeping dreams were filled with visions of old friends.
There was Legroeder: dark little man, pilot-rigger of Lady Brillig and a
lover of dream-gestalt plays; friendly, but often shut away in his cabin, a
place secluded and strange, and madly adorned with mystical-sequenced
pearlgazers which no one but he understood. And Janofer: gentle,
beautiful keel-lifter, fond of stories and music even in the net, briefly a
lover and always a friend. And Skan: com-rigger and hard-balanced
thinker, the one to believe in when decisions fell due, but fearsome when
his balance failed and he plummeted into one of his black depressions.
They were the three who had sent him here to Sedora. Why couldnТt they
be here nowЧor he back with them on the deck of Lady Brillig?
Ah, Lady BrilligЧglittering domed beauty of a ship, light and
comfortable and responsive as a kite! Who was the fourth in her rigger-net
now? Who, Lady Brillig?
Such dream remembrances gave way to others, though. Darker memories.
Memories of danger and fear here aboard Sedora, of burned flesh and
dead men. What were their names?
Thoughts better left unremembered.
Carlyle awoke feeling troubled. After eating, he went to seek out Cephean
in his makeshift quarters, halfway around the circle of crew-deck from his
own. Cephean made the human cabin look small, both by his own
physical size and by the astonishing litter created by his personal
belongings. The cynthian seemed unaware of CarlyleТs entrance. He sat
with his back turned three-quarters to the door; he was idly batting the two
riffmar into floating somersaults. Carlyle cleared his throat. The ferns
squealed and scuttled away behind Cephean, their oversized hands flailing
excitedly. How strange, Carlyle thought, to be so utterly dependentЧboth