"John Dalmas - Return to Fanglith" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dalmas John)

small one-then stirred the coals, wet ashes, and dirt
with a stick to make sure it was out. Tarel wrapped
what was left of the burrow pig in its flayed-off
pelt and stashed it in his pack. Jenoor untied the
cords we used to set up shelters, and put them in
hers. Like the packs, the cords were inner bark, cut
into thin strips. They'd be hard to replace if we
lost them, because it was late summer now, and the
bark wouldn't strip off the trees anymore.

We were ready for the trail in about two minutes,
maybe three. No one needed to ask what next. We'd go
down to Piet's floater and fly home, hopefully to mom
and dad and Lady and the pups. After that. . . . We'd
see.

The Snowy Range is beautiful, but hiking out, I
didn't pay much attention to aesthetics. The country
was rugged and mostly forest, there was no
established trail where we were, and we were
hurrying. When my attention wasn't on picking the
route-I was the pathfinder that day-I had things on
my mind. All of us did, I guess.

We'd been three weeks in the Snowy Range on a
survival-training trek-part of the training Piet was
giving us. Piet isn't really our uncle; he's more of
an "honorary" uncle. He'd worked with our parents
back when dad and mom had been members of the
underground on Morn Gebleu, the executive planet of
the Federation. Dad and mom had taken Deneen and me
away from Morn Gebleu when we were little, to bring
us up on Evdash, a world that was safer and a lot
more democratic-an old colony world, well outside
Federation boundaries.

They'd started training us seriously for the
resistance after we'd come back from our crazy,
unintentional- adventure, I guess you could call
it-on the forgotten prison planet, Fanglith.

Piet had come to stay with us about a year later.
He'd been a lot of places and done a lot of things,
and became another trainer. One of the places he'd
been-he'd hidden out there a couple of years-was a
world where the intelligent species was a two-legged
felid type with a primitive hunting/fishing culture.
He'd learned things there about living in wilderness
conditions that the known human worlds had lost long
before, and he'd been teaching us the basics. By