"Fancher, Jane - Rings 1 - Ring Of Lightning" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fancher Jane S)It was a route marked with dead and dying trees, the
unnatural byproduct of Khoratum's recent capping. Before the humans, the ley had created but small disruptions to the natural surface growth; the narrow lines of sterility marking its underground structure had been part of the natural scheme, rivers and streams. But the humans capped the nodes, concentrated the en- ergy flows, and spread the pathway, making of the natural ley a wound, a perversion. And to that perversion, the hu- mans added gravel and paving stone: a road for their travel- ing convenience. On that leyroad came a cargo hauler bound for Khora- tum, foolish and greedy driver to be out on a leyroad on such a day, daring the elements to interfere with his schedule. Like some giggling, formless gremlin, the spark infiltrated the hauler's heater-core and brushed the tiny leythium web contained there with an ephemeral kiss. The web shriveled; the heater died. Deprived of buoyancy, the hauler's tower- ing balloon wilted, throwing the cargo bed's full weight onto woefully inadequate wagon axles. The draft horses stopped dead in their tracks, and the lead gelding cast an accusntory glance over his broad shoulder toward the silk- draped, disgruntled driver. The sparking mote, heedless now of the havoc in its equally the thriving watchtowers of the current human pop- ulace and the ruined altars of the previous inhabitants. It bounded relentlessly toward the valley's southernmost reach, toward another ley-rich node, another ringchamber, another tower-dominated city. Mount Rhomatum: eroded with timeas Mount Khora- tum was not. Rhomatum Node: where nine major leylines converged to Khoratum's six. Rhomatum City: a web of carefully plotted ringroads and radial spokes: leyroad connections to other nodes, other citiesof which Khoratum was youngest. But far from least. Rhomatum: home of Ringmaster Anheliaa dunMoren, architect and instigator of the profane Khoratum Tower. Gaining momentum and gleeful purpose with each pass- ing instant, the spark traversed its barren path, a gravelled slash between lush, cultivated fields, and streaked through the outer-city livestock market, unnoticed by any save cat- tle and chickens. Almost sentient in its excitement, the lightning-born ca- lamity reached for the City's outermost wall, the human- made buffer against human flotsam seeking Rhomatum's energy-rich harbor. |
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