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.Can you do that?""Sure.Kar, put me down near the point, I'll walk round to the House.They'lltake me in and ask no questions." She was a tiny thing with a face like asealpup, and when she grinned her eyes almost disappeared."They've beenstilling teshfire on the sly since Settletimes and no Fehdaz or any of hisNoses has ever caught them at it or anything else they feel like doing and nostinking bitbit's about to do that now.""Good.Will your cousins help you get back to gul Inci?""Oh yes, one of these days I'm probably going to marry Imro Peltic.And evenif that wasn't so, none of them down to little Emin who's just starting totalk would say anything to any outsiders, Huvved or Hordar doesn't matter.""Well, tell them what you have to, Jir, and warn them to keep close to home.If you can avoid it, nothing about the Warmaster."Page 103ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Elli, no no.It's true this time, what they don't know won't hurt them.Telling them that could hurt a lot.""I see." Elmas Ofka fell silent for a moment, tracing over and over the mermscars on her arm; she was thinking hard."Kar, you said hide hunting?""Derrigee Bol's paying two to five alvs for erkelte hides.When I messed up myhand, Goza Ommar said go and don't come back till you've walked the maggos outof your belly; if I could bring back a hide or two, that'd be froth on thebeer, but she didn't expect it.I could stay out another week, no problem.""Good.It'll take at least that long to get Skimmerrefueled and flown home." Her mouth twitched into a half-smile."Maybe you'llcome across an erkelte and get your hide while we're walking to the mine." Shelooked down at her hands."We'll have to expel the ballonets and let the windcarry them off, collapse the bag so we can get it and the gondola under cover.Kar, if you can nurse her that far, take her up the K'tep.The closer we hideher to a waterway, the easier it'll be to resupply her.""Depends on the wind.And a favor from the Prophet wouldn't hurt.""Do the best you can.""Don't I always? Find another place to sit before I swing round.This couldget rough." He reached for the restrainers, clicked the catches shut, wincingas the straps pressed against his bruises.He waited until Lirrit and Elmaswere settled, then he began easing the nose around, heading toward thenortheast bend of the Bay and the Inci Hills.8 months std.after Adelaar aici Arash hired Swardheid Quale and his crew.Aslan as fugitive, living at the Mines.The flarescreen spread across the wall inside the old smelter.Most of thesmelter's machinery had been salvaged for scrap when the mine shut down; thebuilding itself was in fair shape, its brick walls were massive, its tiledconcrete roof cracked but otherwise intact.A year ago, when Parnalee'sSpectacles had first appeared and were beginning to attract a considerableaudience, some of the middlers among the Hordar exiles had plastered the wallsand ceiling inside and pasted yosstarp over the plaster to make the huge roomlightproof, others had picked up a comset in the course of a raid on a Razstrongroom and installed it here with a sunlight pickup and storage cells asits power source.The floor was littered with cushions and mats left herepermanently because the Smelter had become one of the favored meeting placesfor the younger exiles, a combination Tavern and Dance Floor and ShowCenter;the greater part of the rebels and the outcasts were late middlers and youngadults, fourteen through thirty-five, Hordar at their most energetic andprideful, male and female in nearly equal numbers; they came from every partof settled Tairanna, from the Duzzulkas, from the Sea Farms, from the eastcoast, west coast, south coast Littorals, even some up from Guneywhiyk theSouth Continent, desperate enough to chase a whisper; life on Guneywhiyk waseven more constricted than it was here in the North.Three days after Elmas Ofka took her isyas to raid the Palace, Aslan strolledinto the Smelter and settledon a cushion in one of the corners, apart from the others.Like most of theescaped slaves she lived in amiable contiguity with the rebel Hordar, but thistolerance was a policy based on the needs of the rebels, not real acceptance;she had to be careful to avoid triggering the xenophobe that lay not so farbeneath every Hordar skin.It was dark out, supper was over and the cleanupfinished; this was the hour when Hordar in the cities went to the Dance Floorsor into the Taverns, when parties began and lovers jumped the walls to meet indelicious secrecy.It was the eve of Gun Peygam, the Day of the Prophet, theone day in seven the Kuzeywhiyker Pradites set aside for rest and meditation.The eve of Gun Peygam was the day Parnalee chose for his weekly broadcasts.Aslan twisted open the flask of tea she'd brought, filled the lidcup and satwith her back against the wall, sipping tea and watching the screen as thewarning eye appeared, then dissolved into a play of color.The rebels weredrifting in, exchanging scrip for drinks and food from the bar at one side,Page 104ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlwandering about until they found a group they felt like joining or an emptymat where they could make their own group.Because they came from differentplaces there were frictions, lots of frictions, clawfights and fist fights,hurt feelings and hurt bodies, but their joint hatred of the Huvved helpedsmooth down the worst lumps and gradually these Hordar from everywhere werebeginning to think of themselves as Tairannin rather than Incers or Brindarinor whatever.At the request of the Council that was attempting to govern thispatchwork settlement, Aslan had devised several strategies for diffusinghostility; these seemed to be working well enough to keep the ever-increasingpopulation at the Mines from flying into fragments.The color flow took on shape and definition, changing into a swirl of male andfemale dancers filling the screen with explosive movement timed to a musicmore guessed at than heard.Parnalee was using her data here as he would lateron, as he did in every show, ignoring the distortions she'd tried tointroduce, perhaps they were canceled out by what Churri broughthim, it didn't matter, it'd taken her less than a month to recognize thefutility of her attempts to buy moral absolution without giving up hercomfortable life, without facing and accepting the danger implicit inchallenging the dominance of the Huvved; having recognized that weaselthink,she went missing from gul Inci when Tra Yarta sent her spying there.Her data,yes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]