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

Veltan. The Omago thing was not yet fully aware of this power, and it had never
used it. There was yet another man-thing called Ara, however, who shared this
knowledge with the Omago thing, but it never spoke with the Omago thing about
that power.
As the new hatch of the warrior servants matured, beloved Mother sent them
toward the land of longer summers, and we all believed that our warrior servants
would most easily overcome the man-things, and the land of longer summers would
be ours before the seasons changed.
But it was not so, for many man-things had come to the land of longer summers,
and they had piled up endless stacks of flat stones to impede our progress
toward what was rightfully ours. And once again, the cursed man-things used
things that were not parts of their bodies as weapons. We had encountered the
flying sticks before, though none of us had been able to understand just how the
man-things could make the sticks fly. Some of us were quite sure that the sticks
were live things that were controlled by various man-things. When the man-thing
said "fly," the stick obeyed. Then, when the stick was in mid-flight, the
man-thing spoke again and said "kill." And the stick did that.
We searched and searched for sticks that would obey commands, but we found them
not.
The man-things had used other weapons as well. The long stick did not fly, but
it was nearly as cruel as were the flying sticks. The long sticks had wide
points that were alien, having no relation to the stick itself. The points were
very sharp, and they easily penetrated the bodies of the warrior servants.
It came to us that many of the man-things we had encountered were not related to
the man-things that occupied the land of the sunset and now the land of longer
summers.
The struggle on the slope was long and difficult, and our beloved Mother sent
many new-form servants into the struggle, but they could not overcome the
man-things who hid themselves behind their protective rock-piles, rising to
their feet only to kill those of us who were attacking.
Much disturbed were those of us who are the true servants of beloved Mother when
she insisted that we should take her from the nest to the region where the
conflict was taking place. Her safety must always be our first obligation, but
Mother saw no reason to be concerned. She is immortal, of course, but the
conflict was raging in the land of longer summers. The nest was safe, but the
region of conflict was not.
She was Mother, however, so we had no choice but to obey her.
Then yet another group of man-things came rushing up from far down in the land
of longer summers, and that particular group appeared to have some other goal
than the defeat of Mother's warrior servants. There were many reports from the
seekers that the man-things which had been fighting Mother's warrior servants
were stepping aside to let the new group pass through without restraint.
And the new group of man-things rushed to the top of the slope that led down to
Mother's region and then they ran on down that slope—almost as if they could not
even see Mother's warrior servants. We have learned—much to our sorrow—that most
of the man-things are extremely clever, but the new group of man-things seemed
to have little or no thought as they blindly rushed down the slope toward
something which only they could see.
And Mother's warrior servants of several altered forms killed the mindless
man-things by the thousands, but the other mindless man-things paid no heed to