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

Moshuguang(magic light), a telepathic brotherhood of scientists and engineers working with First
Mother to bring new rule to Shanji.

Shan-Lan(blue mountain), Crown Prince of Shanji.

Shanji, short form ofShan-shi-jie (mountain world).

Sheyue(musk), Kati's palace companion.

Shizi(lion), mountain cat of Shanji.

Tanchun(taste of spring), Weimeng's servant.

Tengri-Khan(sky ruler), Shanji's sun.

Tengri-Nayon(sky prince), neighboring star, from which the first people of Shanji fled a harsh rule.

Toregene(princess), Kati's mother.

Weimeng(dream feeling), Emperor's First Wife, and Kati's foster mother.




PROLOGUE
Toregene awoke to the turbine scream of a flyer, and discovered that her right leg was numb. She'd
been crammed in the spider-trap like a cork in a bottle since dusk, and had somehow worked her right
leg beneath her in sleep. No feeling there, clear up to her hip, and her neck and shoulders ached from the
hours of hunching forward in the tiny space. For a moment she dared not move, and listened.
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The flyer had passed right over her position, so low she could smell aromatics still raining from its wake.
The engine whine diminished as the craft sped west towards the mountains, then steadied. The
spider-trap was at the edge of a cliff overlooking Hulagu valley, a precariously placed strategic spot.
Instinctively, Toregene opened her eyes and concentrated on the darkness, emptying her mind of any
vision that might attract a Searcher. The patrols were daring and thorough, and there were always
Searchers among them to invade the mind of an intruder.

Toregene listened for the snap of a twig, the crunch of a boot on needle-carpet, and heard only the
caress of wind on the trees. The earth around her smelled of humus and damp roots. Something crawled
across her cheek, and she flicked it off with a finger.

After some moments, she dared to move, pressing her back against dampness and straightening the
pinned leg. Feeling returned; the pricks of a thousand knives, the pain a Searcher's beacon if one were
nearby. But now she was fully awake, and aware. This late at night, without even moonlight to guide their
steps among the tangle of trees and brush, the ground troops would be confined to the valley, and rely on
flyers to locate and report any pesky bands of Tumatsin who dared to interfere with the Emperor's