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

"Indeed she is, though she speaks the truth about using the night to gather her herbs. Mostly she has
been observing our camp from a place I can now locate. We have been negligent in scanning the rim of
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the cliff overlooking the valley. She knows our strength there." The Searcher's aura was the red of
Tengri-Nayon, with radiating streamers in gold. His mind clamped down on hers like a velvet claw, and
now she lay motionless, unable to speak, screaming silently.

"Then she must die," said Shan. "It is a cold night, Mengmoshu, and we have been patrolling without
women for two weeks. Certain pressures of our manhood could be relieved here before we kill her, and
with all theshizi prowling about, the evidence of our feast will surely be gone by early morning."

Mengmoshu looked down somberly at Toregene, considering for a long moment, then said, "I
understand, but the flyer will return within the hour, and we must walk to the rendezvous. There's no time
for what you desire, Shan. I will act in behalf of all of us."

Shan snorted, and the other two men's eyes narrowed with displeasure. "You claim privilege of rank,
Mengmoshu?"

Toregene felt a slight release of the force paralyzing her mind and body as the Searcher turned to face
the smaller man. "Do you question my rank or authority here, Shan? Would you speak of this to others?"

Shan stumbled back a step, eyes wide, his aura flickering as if sucked from him. "NoтАФno, of course
not. We are in your service, Mengmoshu. You are the chosen of the Emperor here."

"Good, Shan. Humility leads to wisdom. Now, pack your things and leave. I will catch up with you
shortly."

Mengmoshu leaned over, and pulled Toregene to a sitting position as the other men returned to the trees.
She tried to cry out, but full paralysis had returned, and she could only grunt as he gagged her with a
cloth taken from his pocket. He lifted her up like a child and carried her to the trees, setting her gently
down on soft needle carpet, his face expressionless. "Shan, bring me the woman's blade. It must appear
that she somehow fell on it."

Shan appeared, handing over the knife and looking down at her with barely controlled lust in his eyes.

"Now go, all of you. I do not wish an audience for this."

"Yes, Mengmoshu," said Shan. "We will walk slowly, so you can catch up. You cannot control the mind
of ashizi ,"

"I will follow," said Mengmoshu, and Toregene heard the crunch of footsteps going away from the trees.
Mengmoshu turned his head to watch them leave, then knelt at her feet and stuck her knife into the
ground there. He loosened the thong at her waist and pulled down her pants, but she felt no cold, no
physical sensation of any kind, her body numb while her mind screamed in agony and shame. He untied
her ankles, then removed her pants, and spread her legs to receive him, for she wore no undergarments.