"Elizabeth Moon - Serrano 6 - Change of Command" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moon Elizabeth)

suddenly, the reverse of the way she had felt when her young mind lived in her old one . . . now
she felt trapped in a body that could not feel what she felt emotionally.

"Do you think they'll cancel the Trials?"

Cecelia looked over at Roz, who flushed in unbecoming splotches. "I doubt it," she said. "They
didn't stop the Trials when Kemtre abdicated."

But even as she said it, she felt uneasy. Whether the Trials went on or not, should she ride? What
was the right thing to do? She paused in her strokes down Seniority's muscled haunch to calculate
travel times. She could not possibly make it to Castle Rock for any memorial service, even if she
gave up the competition. That being so, what good would it do Bunny for her to withdraw?

What good would it do someone else?


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She stood watching as Roz and Gerry began sponging the horse down, wondering why that had come to
mind . . . why, at some level, she did not believe that awful milita group had killed Bunny. But
who else? And how was she going to find out?

"CeceтАФ" Dale, her trainer, had Max in tow. "I know, it's awful, but you've got to ride this guy."

She wanted to say she couldn't, but she knew she could. And whatever happened to humans, horses
needed their unbroken routine. She let a groom give her a leg up onto Max, and headed back to the
gallops.

As always, just being on a horse in motion cleared her mind. Max was no Seniority, but he was
maturing into a very nice ride over shorter distances, and he would bring a good price when the
time came.

If the time came, with Bunny dead. Who knew what that meant politically? She didn't, though she
had paid more attention than she used to. Bunny had been a good executive, except perhaps for his
frenzy when Brun was takenтАФa frenzy no one could blame. Things had gone wellтАФher investments had
prospered, and if hers prospered then surely the economy was doing well. Except for the volatility
in rejuvenation pharmaceuticals, which had pretty much smoothed out this past year. The
Consellines had lost faceтАФand market shareтАФbut they certainly weren't ruined.

And what about Miranda, and Brun? Would they move back to Sirialis? Would theyтАФshe hated the
thought that forced itself to the top of her mindтАФwould they still have foxhunting?

That wasn't the important thing, of courseтАФthe important thing was finding out who had killed
Bunny and dealing with him. Or her.

Max took advantage of his rider's wandering mind and shied at a rustle in the hedge beside the
field. Cecelia caught him before he could bolt, and sent him on firmly. Best think about the
horse; that was something she could control. For the rest of the two-hour hack, she managed to