"Ann Maxwell - Concord 2 - A Dead God Dancing" - читать интересную книгу автора (Maxwell Ann)

and healed, and then I lived on Fshamn. Alone. Alone. No one demanded my energy in healing or my
soul in song. Free.тАЭ
тАЬYouтАЩll never be free until you remember,тАЭ he said softly.
 тАЬYou mean IтАЩll never heal until I remember! Or didnтАЩt Contact tell you that I lost my talent when I lost
that year from my life?тАЭ
тАЬYou can no more lose that than you can lose the color of your eyes. Was it difficult for you to heal
before Bjmsk?тАЭ
тАЬNo,тАЭ said Syza, brushing her hair away from her face with an impatient movement. тАЬWhat was hard
was ignoring the truth.тАЭ
тАЬI donтАЩt understand,тАЭ said Lhar, his voice undemanding.
Syza was silent for so long that he was afraid he had lost the fragile thread of rapport. Finally she
spoke in an emotionless voice.
тАЬI was raised in an Earth commune by Uniparents. They couldnтАЩt train my talent. It was a long time
before I found out that I could bypass a patientтАЩs consciousness and still heal. I was forever discovering
things in their minds. When I told my Uniparents they insisted I was lying. тАШDear kind brother Yim could
never lust after his Unidaughter, Syza,тАЩтАЭ she said in a voice of grating mimicry. тАЬтАШYou must cleanse your
mind of such thoughts, child. If you think of evil you will be evil.тАЩтАЭ
Lhar listened quietly, intently, trying to feel what it had been like to be a sighted child in a world of the
determined blind.
тАЬThey taught me to lie and called it truth. They taught me I was evil but could be redeemed by healing
them. TheyтАФтАЭ Syza spread her fingers in a rigid gesture of rejection. тАЬZomal taught me to heal using only
their bodies. He also taught me that Uniparents were not the only people in the universe. They did not
know the whole of creation.тАЭ
тАЬAnd you loved Zomal.тАЭ
тАЬOf course.тАЭ
тАЬAnd he loved you ... of course.тАЭ
SyzaтАЩs eyes narrowed. тАЬYou sound just like them. They didnтАЩt believe anyone could love me either.
They were wrong. IтАЩm not evil.тАЭ
тАЬYou misunderstood, Syza. I know you are not evil.тАЭ
тАЬItтАЩs enough that I know.тАЭ
Lhar sat unmoving, mind racing to analyze and correlate and extrapolate from her reactions and his
own scant knowledge of Zomal and Bjmsk. It had been his choice to accept Syza without a recent infac.
Now he had to live with it or send her back under a virtual death sentence. Or force an integration right
here and probably kill her himself.
тАЬWhat is singing to you that you risk forced integration rather than share your voice?тАЭ
He looked at the tight planes of her face and thought his gamble had lost. Then the hair on his body
stirred as thick impossible harmony surrounded him. Wordless, yes, but gravid with despair and
hopelessness, a shroud of song that sucked light out of the air, smothering, crushing, a clear melody
revealing a clouded soul. The voice was one he had often listened to with pleasure. Now it was a curse.
тАЬEnough, Chanteuse.тАЭ
His eyes were unfocused as he integrated her identity into the probabilities of Tal-Lith. When he
finally spoke his voice was tight.
тАЬYou will heal us?тАЭ
тАЬSince Zomal IтАФтАЭ
тАЬWill you heal us?тАЭ
тАЬIтАЩll try.тАЭ
тАЬYou will sing if I require it?тАЭ
When she said nothing, he took her cold hand between his fingers and spoke gently within her mind.
*Work with us, Syza. I donтАЩt want to order the destruction of your mind.*
A chaos of painful images swept through him and vanished before he could do more than sense their