"Jacqueline Lichtenberg - Dushau Trilogy 03 - Outreach" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lichtenberg Jacqueline)

herb. To one side of the fire there was a hole in the wall that would be a door to their new indoor
plumbing facilities. It was covered over with a rough-woven tarpaulin. Fingers of chill spring wind swirled
amid the overheated air from the fireplace.

Jindigar sneezed again, realizing his body was fighting a microbe invasion allowed to take hold during
their long exposure. In an hour or so he'd be fine.

As they all began to stir, sitting up, wrapping blankets around themselves, it occurred to him that it had
been more than a day since they'd eaten anything. They had gone to the Dissolution on the usual fast.
Small wonder Eithlarin's having one of her episodes.

He dragged himself to his feet and went to kneel beside Zannesu, who was comforting the Protector as
best he could.

//I'm sorry,// Eithlarin apologized, still shaking.

//It isn't your fault,// assured Zannesu. //We'll work through this as soon as we're married. It won't take
much once we're through Renewal onset. Next time you work Oliat, you won't be like this.//

She glanced at Jindigar. //It's unprofessional to inflict such things on the other officers.//

He'd known from the start that she had no business working Oliat with the scars from her previous Oliat
experience un-healed, but he admired her courage in coming to Phanphihy to be a colonist after
witnessing the destruction of a colony that had disrupted its planet's ecology. And she had known there
was no therapy facility here. But then, it wouldn't have been much better on Dushaun.

She had been the only survivor from Vistral, Of the three officers who had been lifted off the planet, one
had gone episodic, retreating into his farthest memories and totally losing touch with current time. The
other had died in the aftermath of Dissolution shock brought on when the predator had touched an Oliat
Officer and thus broken into the psychic linkages, flooding them with predator's ferocity.

Eithlarin alone had been tough enough to survive with nothing more than occasional nightmares. But they
made her a threat to Jindigar's Oliat. No Dushau could resist the arousal of such atavistic terrors, for their
species was evolved prey, scavengers who had learned to run rather than light predators, and to glean
the predator's leavings. Eithlarin's unhealed terrors made the whole Oliat unusually sensitive to break-in
trauma.

No one blamed Eithlarin except, perhapsтАФ Jindigar whipped around, searching Krinata's bed. Everyone
else was sitting up, doing waking exercises. But Krinata lay swathed to the eye brows in blankets, tossing
feverishly. Very little came to him along the Outreach linkage.

Rising stiffly, he glanced at Dar, who seemed as well as the rest. He and Krinata were the only ones
suffering fever. He sent his gladness along the linkage to Dar but went to Krinata. Darllanyu stifled an
irrational hurt, telling him, when she knew he'd felt it, //It's Renewal. I can't control it. I don't want the
OliatтАФ herтАФto claim you now://

// Renewal has affected the linkages too, // Jindigar told them all. //We shouldn't be getting this much
emotional texture across interfaces.// lie knell beside Krinata. Her pale skin was flushed pinkтАФhuman
blood was red, not purple. Dilated blood vessels trying to cool her? Her skin did feel warmer than it
should, though damp.