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

Eyes fixed on hers, the Searcher loosened his own pants and pulled them down before leaning over her,
face close. He raised her hips and thrust himself into her, but still she felt nothing.

"I feel your terror as if it is my own, but there is a purpose here," he whispered. "Now, listen to me." He
began to rock rhythmically, and she heard his voice, yet now his lips did not move.

I do not follow any Gods, but obey the spoken will of my ancestors. If the Gods exist, then I pray
they have brought you to me at the proper time in your cycle. What I do is a test of the Gods, and
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I risk damnation in shaming you, but there are those of us who hear the voice of our First Mother,
those of us who work for one, undivided people on Shanji, united in purpose and in blood. I am
bred Moshuguang, the magic light, the chosen of the Emperor. And I give my seed to the
Tumatsin to create those people, and perhaps . . . something greater. NowтАФnowтАФnow!

Mengmoshu rocked furiously, and grunted with sudden release, sweat beading his forehead while she lay
beneath him, still feeling nothing. He withdrew from her, pulled up his pants and sighed. He leaned over
her closely, and whispered, "In a moment I will be gone. You mustтАФ"

"Mengmoshu, aren't you finished yet? You should not walk alone on a moonless night."

It was Shan's voice, a loud whisper, and not far away.

Mengmoshu was startled, his aura flashing blue. "I gave you a simple order, and you have not obeyed
it!" he growled.

"I think of your safety. Ashizi is prowling only ten minutes from here, and I came back to accompany
you. Hurry!"

The Searcher sighed again. "A complication," he whispered. "I will release you for an instant, and in that
instant you must scream as best you can. It is your death if you do not."

He looked down at her, and suddenly her own knife was in his hand, gleaming in starlight, coming up in a
high arc and down towards her heart in a single deathstroke, and the scream that had started in her mind
came out as a horrible, muffled rattle ending as quickly as he'd released and taken hold of her again. The
knife struck the ground only centimeters from her side.

Mengmoshu rolled her paralyzed body slightly to one side, cut the bonds on her wrists, and lay the knife
beside her. He put a finger to her lips, then to his own and stood up, giving her one last look before
walking away.

"She's dead?" asked Shan.

"Yes. Theshizi should do the rest. We need to hurry."

Toregene heard their footsteps grow fainter, and she was suddenly cold, sharp needles digging into her
bare legs and buttocks. She lay there for several minutes, not daring to move, her vision still enhanced