"Sharon Green - Terrillian 3 - Warrior Rearmed" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Sharon)

Len felt as comfortable and natural in the brief body cloth as he had begun to
look. The newest addition to his wardrobe was a swordbelt, the wide hilt of
the weapon protruding from its top a still-unaccustomed thrill to the blond
man beside me. I knew that Len had been given his first lesson with a sword
that morning, and although he wasn't as big or accomplished as his teachers he
must have done well enough to please them. Len would have checked the truth of
their professed opinions in their minds, and if they hadn't really been
pleased his own mind wouldn't have glowed as it did.

"Terry, ignoring me won't change anything," Len said, stirring where he sat.
"Tammad agreed to let me try to find you, but if we don't show up pretty soon,
he'll come after you himself. You shouldn't have come out here alone to begin
with; once he sees you're safe and his worry disappears, all he'll be left
with will be anger."

"I don't care," I muttered, tightening my shield even more around my reactions
to the thought of Tammad's anger. No matter how strong I grew I still couldn't
seem to keep from turning pale and shaky at the thought of facing an irate
Tammad. The beast had more than one advantage over me-which brought me right
back to my original problems.

"The hell you don't care," Len snorted, reaching a hand out to stroke the side
of the small animal in my lap. "You've been jumping from one emotional
reaction to another since Tammad rebanded you last night, but indifference
wasn't part of the group. Frankly, I don't think you're capable of being
indifferent toward him."

The flash of anger I felt had to be two-thirds embarrassment, but that only
made it worse. I'd had enough embarrassments on that world to last anyone a
lifetime, and all the feeling made me want to do was strike back. Without
stopping to think about it I hurled a command at the little animal I held, and
not thinking about it made the action more effective. Accompanied by a growl
the animal's sharp, white teeth flashed toward Len's hand, causing him to
snatch it back with a yelp of startlement. If he hadn't moved so fast he would
have been bitten, and he wouldn't have been able to move so fast if he hadn't
caught the sudden attack rage in the animal's mind. The little animal, picking
up Len's burst of startlement and not understanding why it had briefly been
aggressive, hopped quickly out of my lap and disappeared into the grass,
ignoring my attempts to call it back. The calm I needed to calm its flurried
thoughts was beyond me then, and that made me more upset.

"Now see what you've done!" I snapped at Len, turning my head to glare at him.
"The little thing is gone and it's all your fault. Why didn't you leave me
alone?"

"My fault?" Len demanded, his blue eyes hardening at the accusation. "You
coerce it into attacking me, and its my fault? Terry, if I didn't owe you for
breaking me out of a slave cell in that city, I'd . . .

"You don't owe me for anything!" I interrupted, not liking the way his mind