[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] He loomed over her, leaned down; very gently, a feather s touch wouldn t be softer, he brushed his thumb across her mouth.  Speak thou, he murmured.  What have you done and how? Why have you done it? She struggled to resist, but it was like being caught in the river, carried on without effort on her part. The story tumbled out of her: Tre s peril, Harra s Legacy, the Cave of the Chained God, Toma and the medal, Daniel Akamarino, the Blue Seamaid and all that hap-pened there, what Brann organized to get her home un-seen (she fell silent a moment and stared as he burst out laughing. I stopped watching, he said to her, before any of that went on. All that effort wasted), the Chained God s command to come to Isspyrivo, take the chains off him, return with him to destroy the talisman that Settsimaksimin was using agairist a god. When she finished and fell silent, he brushed her lips a second time with his Page 105 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html thumb, stepped back. He pointed at the bench.  Bring that. There. He pointed at the center of a complex of silver lines, a five-pointed star inside a circle with writing and other symbols scattered about it, within the pattern and without; he didn t wait to see her do it, but whipped away, robe billowing about him as he strode to another corner; he came back with a long, decorated staff. He looked her over, nodded with satisfaction, tapped the silver circle with the butt of the staff. The wire began to glow.  Don t move, he said.  Don t cross the line. There will be dangerous things beyond the pentacle; you can t see them and you don t want to feel them. You hear me?  Yes. He stopped beside a second small pentacle, activated that, moved to the largest. There was an odd looking chair in it, big, made from a dark wood with tarry streaks in it, his chair, even before he settled into it, its shape suggested him, she could see him sitting in it, his massive arms resting in the carved hollows in the chair s arms, his long strong feet fitting in the hollows of the footboard. He stepped across the dull gray lines, smoothed his hands over his hair, tucking in the short straggles that made a black and pewter halo for his face. With a complicated pass of his flattened hand, he wiped the wrinkles and dust smears from his robe, then he tapped the pentacle to life, climbed into the chair and settled himself into a . proper majesty, the staff erect in its holders, rising over him, its wire inlay catching the light in slippery watery gleams. He turned his head to look directly at her (she was on his right off to one side), grinned and winked at her as if to say aren t I fine, then faced forward and began intoning a chant, his voice filling the room with sound and beats of sound until her body throbbed in time with the pulses.  PA OORA DELTHI NA HES HEYLIO PO LIN LEGO IMAN PHRO NYMA MEN NE NE MOI GALANAS TRE TRE TRAGO MEN. And as he chanted, he moved his hands in strange and disconcerting patterns; something about the ges-tures stirred her insides in ways that both terrified and fascinated her. She felt the power surging from him; in spite of her fear she found herself swept up in it, exult-ing in it (though she felt sick and shamed when she realized that) it was like being outside, walking through an immense towering thunderstorm, winds teasing at her hair and clothes, thunder rumbling in her blood, lightning striding before her. She gasped, jumped to her feet though she didn t quite dare cross the lines. Tre was in the other small pentacle, curled up on his side, deeply asleep, his fist pressed against his mouth.  What are you going to do to him, she cried.  What are you going to do? - Settsimaksimin sighed, the talisman glimmering as it rose and fell with the rise and fall of his chest.  Put him where his god can t reach him,  he said; the resi-due of the chant made a derni chant of the simple words.  If I kill him, child, there ll only be another taking his place, another and another until I have to kill everyone. So what s the point. He ll sleep and sleep and sleep ... He turned his head and smiled at her.  . until you and only you, young Kori, until YOU come and touch him awake.  I don t understand.  Wait. Watch. He straightened, closed his eyes a moment to regain his concentration, then began  another chant.  ME LE O I DETH O I ME LE OUS E THA NA TOL/ S HIR RON TO RON DO MO PE LOOMAY LOOMAY DOMATONE Page 106 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html IDO ON TES HAY DAY THONE. His gestures began as wrapping turns. A shimmer formed about Tr6 s body, solidified into a semitranspar-ent crystal; Trd was encased in that crystal like a fly in amber. The gestures changed, fluttered, ended as he brought his hands together in a loud clap. The crystal cube vanished.  He has gone to his god, Settsimaksimin said.  In a way. He got to his feet, stood leaning against the chair looking wearier than death.  He is in the Cave of Chains. If you can get yourself there, Kori, all you have to do is touch the block of crystal. It will melt and the boy will wake. No one else can do this. No one, god or man. Only you. Do you understand?  No. Yes. What to do, yes. Why? He reached his arms high over his head, stretched, groaned with the popping of his muscles.  Incentive, Kori. 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