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I m guessing our hideous friend here is a TailSoldier, the lowest of the low, the smallest of the small.
Expendable. Or perhaps it was young and stupid, out for glory. Were the others you killed bigger?
The men exchanged glances and nodded.
Alone or in groups?
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Brin frowned. I met two of mine in a valley just south of here. Then there was the raiding party of three
who thought we d make nice trophies. And a couple of others. He bared his teeth. It passed the time,
scout.
Anje studied Brin s massive form with new respect. Despite their strange goddess, the Feolin must be
warriors without peer. Holy Mother! How could he speak so casually of such a vicious foe?
The Hssrda caste system is based on brute strength and cunning, she went on. There are four
castes Tail is the lowest, then Spur, Claw and Fang. Within those, they use military ranks. I saw a
SpurSergeant kill a man once. She shuddered, remembering the hot spray of Deklan s blood as the
creature tore his throat out. Using that one as a gauge, a FangGeneral would be about nine feet tall and
three feet wide.
There was a thoughtful silence.
A raiding party is usually around a dozen strong. I d say this TailSoldier was all the commander had
left, she said. Congratulations, you ve just about cleared the sector.
But? Brin took the long knife out of her hands and cleaned it on a grassy tussock. Say it, scout. But?
The commanding Hssrdan has no choice, not now you ve humiliated it. It s got to destroy you or be
eaten for incompetence. She rubbed her forehead. Once it realizes stupid here isn t going to waddle
home with a full belly, it ll call for reinforcements.
Brin scanned the peaceful camp, the pool glinting a calm, golden-brown in the early afternoon light, the
gray-green of the surrounding hills. We couldn t hold off a whole raiding party, not here. How long,
scout?
Who knows? She shrugged.
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Trey leaned gloomily against a tree. I knew it was too good to last. Ah well. He shot Anje a rueful
glance. I had such plans for you, love.
Brin gave his shoulder a consoling pat. Save it for later. It s about time we made a move anyway. The
Shadow s nibbling at the Sun already. Look.
Anje squinted, shading her eyes with her hand. It was true. The merest smudge encroached on the bright
disk of the Sun, so slight it was barely perceptible.
The shaman said, I want us back at Feolin before the Day of the Dark.
Youdo. I don t.
Brin tossed the blade hilt-first to Trey, who plucked it neatly out of the air. Then he took Anje s
shoulders in his big hands, dwarfing her with his bulk. His face had that implacable expression she d
grown to dread, his stare impenetrable, hard as polished onyx.
Before he could speak, Anje twisted out of his grasp. She caught Trey s arm. Trey, Trey! If you care,
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let me go. Make him let me go! She wrenched at the torque around her neck.
Trey s face was a picture of misery. He patted the hand gripping his forearm. I would if I could. But
Brin s right, you re Lufra s Gift. You have to come to Feolin. You have to He stopped, biting his lip.
Brin, can t we ?
No. The single word was flat, uncompromising.
Anje whirled. You said you d send someone to the Matriarchs with the map. If Trey leaves now, she
dragged in a breath, I ll come with you to Feolin. Willingly.
No.
She stepped right into the shaman s broad chest and plastered her hips against his. Willingly, Brin.
Think of it, you won t have to share. She stood on tiptoe to cushion his cock against her cleft, uneasily
aware that feminine wiles were not her greatest gift. But she had her duty. She tried. I ll do anything you
want.
One hand gripped the tender curve of her ass. You ll do that anyway, scout.
When she spluttered, he tipped her chin back with a big fist. We need Trey with us, Anje. He s an
essential part of your education. The force of his will was palpable.
I m going to have your very soul. His voice deepened to a velvet rasp, tingling the length of her spine. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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I m guessing our hideous friend here is a TailSoldier, the lowest of the low, the smallest of the small.
Expendable. Or perhaps it was young and stupid, out for glory. Were the others you killed bigger?
The men exchanged glances and nodded.
Alone or in groups?
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Brin frowned. I met two of mine in a valley just south of here. Then there was the raiding party of three
who thought we d make nice trophies. And a couple of others. He bared his teeth. It passed the time,
scout.
Anje studied Brin s massive form with new respect. Despite their strange goddess, the Feolin must be
warriors without peer. Holy Mother! How could he speak so casually of such a vicious foe?
The Hssrda caste system is based on brute strength and cunning, she went on. There are four
castes Tail is the lowest, then Spur, Claw and Fang. Within those, they use military ranks. I saw a
SpurSergeant kill a man once. She shuddered, remembering the hot spray of Deklan s blood as the
creature tore his throat out. Using that one as a gauge, a FangGeneral would be about nine feet tall and
three feet wide.
There was a thoughtful silence.
A raiding party is usually around a dozen strong. I d say this TailSoldier was all the commander had
left, she said. Congratulations, you ve just about cleared the sector.
But? Brin took the long knife out of her hands and cleaned it on a grassy tussock. Say it, scout. But?
The commanding Hssrdan has no choice, not now you ve humiliated it. It s got to destroy you or be
eaten for incompetence. She rubbed her forehead. Once it realizes stupid here isn t going to waddle
home with a full belly, it ll call for reinforcements.
Brin scanned the peaceful camp, the pool glinting a calm, golden-brown in the early afternoon light, the
gray-green of the surrounding hills. We couldn t hold off a whole raiding party, not here. How long,
scout?
Who knows? She shrugged.
70 Gift of the Goddess
Trey leaned gloomily against a tree. I knew it was too good to last. Ah well. He shot Anje a rueful
glance. I had such plans for you, love.
Brin gave his shoulder a consoling pat. Save it for later. It s about time we made a move anyway. The
Shadow s nibbling at the Sun already. Look.
Anje squinted, shading her eyes with her hand. It was true. The merest smudge encroached on the bright
disk of the Sun, so slight it was barely perceptible.
The shaman said, I want us back at Feolin before the Day of the Dark.
Youdo. I don t.
Brin tossed the blade hilt-first to Trey, who plucked it neatly out of the air. Then he took Anje s
shoulders in his big hands, dwarfing her with his bulk. His face had that implacable expression she d
grown to dread, his stare impenetrable, hard as polished onyx.
Before he could speak, Anje twisted out of his grasp. She caught Trey s arm. Trey, Trey! If you care,
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let me go. Make him let me go! She wrenched at the torque around her neck.
Trey s face was a picture of misery. He patted the hand gripping his forearm. I would if I could. But
Brin s right, you re Lufra s Gift. You have to come to Feolin. You have to He stopped, biting his lip.
Brin, can t we ?
No. The single word was flat, uncompromising.
Anje whirled. You said you d send someone to the Matriarchs with the map. If Trey leaves now, she
dragged in a breath, I ll come with you to Feolin. Willingly.
No.
She stepped right into the shaman s broad chest and plastered her hips against his. Willingly, Brin.
Think of it, you won t have to share. She stood on tiptoe to cushion his cock against her cleft, uneasily
aware that feminine wiles were not her greatest gift. But she had her duty. She tried. I ll do anything you
want.
One hand gripped the tender curve of her ass. You ll do that anyway, scout.
When she spluttered, he tipped her chin back with a big fist. We need Trey with us, Anje. He s an
essential part of your education. The force of his will was palpable.
I m going to have your very soul. His voice deepened to a velvet rasp, tingling the length of her spine. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]