"Glass,.James.C.-.Shanji" - читать интересную книгу автора (Glass James C)

"No, no," said Toregene, finding her breath at last. "I'm gathering
herbs, and I'm close to home. This is Tumatsin land, so how am I a
spy? I had a little sack with me when you attacked, but I dropped
it."

One of the standing men held up the little leather sack. "And here it
is," he said.

"Yes. The herbs are difficult to find in daylight, but glow in the night.
I was collecting them."

The man opened the sack, withdrew a pinch of glowing lace and
wrinkled his nose. "Smells like dung," he said.

"They add flavor to our soups. Please, let me up. I've done nothing
wrong." Even as she said it, Toregene knew she was found out, for
that presence was there again, probing her mind as she tried to
blank it.

The man turned her sack upside-down and shook it, scattering the
noctiluminescent fungus on the ground. "You will have no need of
this, I think. The dead have no need for soup."

"No!" she cried, struggling. "I've done nothing!" Adrenaline surged
in her body, and now it was as if she was seeing the grinning faces
in daylight.

"Ohhh, see how her eyes glow. The light of passion is in her eyes,
Shan. I think she wants you." The two standing men laughed.

The kneeling one reached over and poked her in the stomach with
her own blade. "I will enter her with this after I'm satisfied. She's my
captive, Majin, but I'm generous to my friends. Despite your jokes,
you and Xiao will enjoy a moment with her before the end."

"Let me go!" growled Toregene, writhing and straining at her
bonds. The pressure on her gums was now fierce, and she
growled again.

The three men stared at her, and Shan was fumbling at his leather
pants. "One should not pass by such an opportunity, but do put
something in her mouth. I don't want to be bitten and infected with
changeling diseases."

Toregene struggled furiously, writhing like a scalded snake, but
suddenly her mind clouded, paralyzed by a terrible force that made
her shiver. A deep voice came from the darkness among the trees.

"Enough of this. Stand back, all of you. Shan, quit fumbling with
your pants. You look like a child giving himself pleasure."