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Don t speak.Just listen.Do what I say.Do it quickly.Take the blindfold from my eyes and the breathingtube from my mouth.She did as she was told, her hands fluttering about his face like small moths.He could feel the expansionand contraction of her lungs as she pressed back against him.Mow release the straps that bind my wrist and ankles, then my neck and forehead and waist.Do it inthat order.Do not disturb the wires attached to me.Do not knock them loose.It took her longer to comply; the straps were fastened with catches of a kind she had never seen and didnot understand.They were not formed of metal, but of hard plastic, and she fumbled with them beforedeciphering their workings.His release went quickly after that as, one by one, the straps fell away.She was back beside him, leaning close.He opened his eyes for the first time and looked at her.Herwan childlike face, framed by its curtain of silvery hair, broke into a broad smile, and tears filled her eyes.Traces of a cloaking magic still clung to her slender form, but they were fading.How had she gotten tohim? 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.processtext.com/abclit.htmlcould recognize its presence.She did not take a subtle approach to gaining entry; the longer she took, the more risk she assumed.Asafehold built in the Old World would employ technology she did not understand.One safeguard oranother would detect her eventually.It was best not to give it a chance to do so.She placed herself against a wall next to one of the larger hidden doors and used her magic to shatter asmaller port across the way.Almost instantly, the door she stood beside slid open and creepers wheeledinto view.She kept herself concealed, letting them move quickly past, then froze the last, holding it inplace, breaking down its systems as she swiftly recorded its look and feel, both within and without.Ittook her only seconds, then she was through the door and inside the keep.There were lights inside, flameless lamps attached to the walls of a handful of corridors that fanned outfrom an atrium in which dozens of creepers stood frozen in racks.She held herself motionless for a fewseconds, testing her new disguise, waiting to see if there would be a reaction to her presence.Therewasn t.She gave it a few seconds more, then started ahead.She passed down the corridors of Castledown without incident, long robes rustling softly, her presencewrapped in the look and feel of a creeper.In a place where only machines had functioned for more thantwenty-five hundred years, anything of flesh and blood would trigger an alarm instantly.There would bedevices that would indicate a human presence either through readings of weight or body heat or even atracing of form.She had already spied the glass eyes that peered out of their ceiling niches and felt thepresence of the pressure plates.The machines would use other methods, as well, but whatever theywere, she could thwart them by disguising her look, changing her weight, and hiding her bodytemperature.Every warning system would register her as a creeper.Even the Druid couldn t managethat.Yet she did not allow herself to grow overconfident or drop her guard.There was still the possibility thatwhatever warded Castledown possessed the ability to track her use of magic, to detect its presence, andto penetrate her subterfuge.If that were to happen, she would have to take evasive action, and quickly.She hoped that her enemy was otherwise occupied, perhaps with Walker.She hoped that the magic sheused was too small to detect.She hoped, mainly, that she could accomplish her goals quickly enough thatshe would be gone before there was a chance to discover that she had ever come in.She passed dozens of other creepers, all of whom ignored her.Each seemed to have a purpose in mind,but she could not tell what it was.She moved through a maze of chambers and hallways of all shapes andsizes, some empty, some crammed with machinery and materials.She didn t know what was housedthere, and she didn t care.She was looking for the books of magic and she was not finding them.Nothing else mattered to her.She could not afford the time necessary to undertake a scavenger hunt.Ahead, the sound of machinery rose out of the silence, a low and steady thrumming.It penetrated eventhe steel of the walls; it caused the floor beneath her feet to vibrate.She paused, considering.What shewas hearing was huge, a piece of machinery or perhaps several pieces that dwarfed anything she hadencountered and performed a function central to the operation of the safehold.It was probably a powerplant, but it might have something to do with the protection of the books of magic.She should have alook.She had not taken another ten steps when all the alarms went off at once.Ryer Ord Star. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlWalker felt her stir against him, waking slowly from the trance into which she had gone to provide himwith her empathic strength.Her fingers, resting against his temples, slid down his cheeks like tears.Come awake, young seer.He was speaking to her with his mind, a silent summoning that only they could hear.He was back withinhis body, come out of the drugs and dreams, returned from his shadow form, aware once more of hisflesh and blood and the condition in which he had been placed.It was time to free himself of themachines and Antrax.But he must do so carefully, and he could not manage it alone.Listen to me.She was awake now, her eyes open, her hands bracing her body as she lifted away from him. Walker? Don t speak.Just listen.Do what I say.Do it quickly.Take the blindfold from my eyes and the breathingtube from my mouth.She did as she was told, her hands fluttering about his face like small moths.He could feel the expansionand contraction of her lungs as she pressed back against him.Mow release the straps that bind my wrist and ankles, then my neck and forehead and waist.Do it inthat order.Do not disturb the wires attached to me.Do not knock them loose.It took her longer to comply; the straps were fastened with catches of a kind she had never seen and didnot understand.They were not formed of metal, but of hard plastic, and she fumbled with them beforedeciphering their workings.His release went quickly after that as, one by one, the straps fell away.She was back beside him, leaning close.He opened his eyes for the first time and looked at her.Herwan childlike face, framed by its curtain of silvery hair, broke into a broad smile, and tears filled her eyes.Traces of a cloaking magic still clung to her slender form, but they were fading.How had she gotten tohim? Where had she found the magic to do so?Walker, she mouthed silently.He scanned himself in an effort to determine what must happen next, trying to decide the right order forthe removal of his remaining constraints, knowing that when he released them, alarms would certainlysound.Block open the door to the room so that when the alarms to the monitoring machines are triggered,Antrax cannot lock us in.She slipped agilely through the nest of wires still attached to his body, found a low, single-door cabineton wheels, and rolled it into the opening between the door and the jamb and wedged it securely in place.Then she was back beside him.Take the needles from my arm and body.Let them hang loose from their fastenings.She pulled away the tape that secured the needles, then slipped them from his veins.She touched thepunctures with her cool fingers, healing the wounds, providing him with new strength.Her ability to give Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlof her empathic self seemed boundless.She shuddered once at the contact, held her fingers steady for amoment, and then lifted her hands away.Alarms would be going off; Antrax would know the equipment that drugged and milked him hadmalfunctioned in some way.He would have to act fast.He sat up on the metal table, finding his strengthdiminished and his head spinning.The drugs had left him weak and lethargic, but he could still function.He must.He began ripping free the suckers that fastened the monitoring wires to his body.They cameaway easily, and in seconds none remained but the five that ran to the gloved tips of his fingers.He leftthose in place.He had a use for them.Lights were flashing everywhere on the panels of instruments that ringed his bed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]