"David and Leigh Eddings - [Dreamers 04] - The Younger Gods" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

her—continued to drive the man-things away.
And so it was that the warrior servants swarmed up the narrow pathway with
victory almost certainly within their reach.
But then a man-thing that was not a breeder as most of the man-things are
unleashed something that no one has ever seen before. We, the servants of
beloved Mother, have encountered the fires of the man-things before, but the
man-thing who was not a breeder sent a huge wave of fire that was not yellow
down the pathway. The fire was blue instead, and it consumed warrior servants
uncounted as it rushed on down the narrow path and even beyond.
That in itself was horrid beyond anything we had yet encountered, but then the
man-thing which was not a breeder called forth yet another blue fire at the foot
of our narrow path. And that blue fire rose higher than the pile of flat rocks
the man-things had built, and it showed no indication that it would ever stop
burning.
And yet once again, our beloved Mother screamed in agony, and we who serve her
also screamed.


So great was Mother's fury that she listened to a suggestion of one of the
seekers—a suggestion she would not even have considered had she been more calm.
The seeker declared that since there was only one part of this land that was not
blocked, the man-things would certainly know that Mother's warrior servants
would attack them from that direction, and their numbers would be enormous. "You
will need many, many warrior servants to overcome the man-things, beloved
Vlagh," she said. "Can you possibly spawn out more this time than you did when
we attacked the other directions?"
"Many, many more," dear Mother replied. "I will bury the man-things in freshly
hatched spawn. I will have the land of the sunrise, and my children will feed on
the remains of all the man-things that contaminate this entire land that is—and
always will be—mine."
We did not wish to remind beloved Mother that a spawn of that size would
severely reduce any future spawns to the point that there would hardly be enough
new care-givers to see to her needs, and seasons uncountable would pass before
she could spawn more. We tried as best we could to bring this to her attention,
but she paid little heed and commanded us to carry her straightaway to the
spawning chamber. And, since it is required, we did as she commanded.
Should disaster come again, however, the children of future spawns will be so
limited that as the seasons plod on by, the nest of our beloved Mother will have
few—if any—care-givers to see to her needs, and in time, it may be that she will
dwell here alone.




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SHRAK