"Julian May - The Golden Torc" - читать интересную книгу автора (May Julian)path. The time-travelers had been warned of the terrible Fir-vulag
who inhabited the Vosges forest. Now it seemed that Richard, Felice, and Amerie must have been abducted by the.shape-shifting little exoticsтАФor else recaptured by minions of the Tanu. Hearing voices, then compelled against his will to reveal himself, Claude came upon the very desperados who had seized his friends. They were not exotics but human beingsтАФ free humans who had escaped from exotic bondage and now lived an outlaw life. Their leader was a well-rejuvenated old woman wearing a golden torc; the widow of the time-gate's discoverer and file:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/May,%20Julian...ene%20Exile%202%20-%20The%20Golden%20Torc.txt (4 of 232) [1/15/03 7:52:21 PM] file:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/May,%20Julian%20-%20Pliocene%20Exile%202%20-%20The%20Golden%20Torc.txt the ultimate author of Pliocene humanity's degradation... Angelique Guderian. On the last day of August, the four members of Group Green, Madame Guderian and her band, and some 200 other "Lowlives" (as the free humans proudly styled themselves) came to a hiding place in a giant hollow tree deep in the Vosges Mountains. The forest now swarmed with Tanu and their gray-torc henchmen, sent by Lord Velteyn of Finiah to search out the killers of his sister, Epone. Velteyn himself, proficient in personal sorties as the head of his Flying Hunt, a cadre of glorious Tanu knights in glass armor, made levitant by their lord's mental power. Safe in their sanctuary, the Lowlives and Green Group en-gaged in mutual assessment. Madame told the newcomers of her grandiose plan to free all of Pliocene humanity from Tanu bondage, a task she had undertaken in expiation of her own guilt. She had engineered a fragile alliance between Lowlives and Firvulag against the common Tanu enemy; but the entente had been only minimally productive. The Tanu were oddly invulnerable to the vitredur glass and bronze weapons commonly used by all three races. Tanu might suffer injury, but after a recuperative course administered by redactorsтАФmetapsychic healersтАФeven the worst wounds would be cured. Madame and her chief fighter, a Native American named Peopeo Moxmox Burke who had once been a judge, were keenly interested in how Group Green had managed to dispatch Epone. Until this time, no Lowlife had ever been able to kill a Tanu. Felice displayed her little steel knife, and a fact that Amerie had already suspected became confirmed: Iron was poisonous to the Tanu, perhaps acting in some way to destroy the linkage between the exotic brain and the golden torc. (Felice looked upon Madame's own golden torc with some speculation at this point, but the intrepid old woman simply pricked herself.with the blade to show that |
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