"Andre Norton - Breed To Come - uc" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norton Andre)times the length of that sprouting from Furtig's own
tougher hide, and it was of two colors—not spotted or patched as was often the case but a dark brown shad- ing evenly to cream. Her tail, always groomed to a silken flow, was also dark. Many were the fish-bone combs patiently wrought and laid at the message rock to the fore of Former's cave, intended by the hopeful to catch the eye of Fas-Tan. And to know that she used the work of one's clumsy hands was enough to make a warrior strut for a day. Fas-Tan would certainly have first choice, and with her pride, her selection of mate would be he who proved himself best. Furtig had not the least chance of catching her golden eyes. But a warrior could dream, and he had dreamed. Now another thought plagued him. Fal-Kan's reve- lations concerning the folly, almost the treachery of Gammage, hung in his mind. He found himself look- ing not at the females of the westerners, but at the fringe of warriors. Most had hunting claws swinging at their belts. However, Furtig's eyes marked at least three who did not wear those emblems of manhood, yet marched with the defenders. A warrior could gain Gammage. He could put on those which had been his father's if his sire had gone into the Last Dark, or he 22 BREED TO COME could challenge a claw wearer and strive for a victory that would make them his. Furtig's claws had been his father's. He had had to work patiently and long to hammer their fastenings to fit his own hands. If he were challenged tomorrow by one of the clawless and lost— He dropped his hand protectingly over the weapons at his belt. To lose those— However, when he thought of Fas-Tan there was a heat in him, a need to yowl a challenge straight into the whiskered face of the nearest warrior. And he knew that no male could resist the Trials when the Choosers walked provocatively, tails switching, seem- ing to see no one, yet well aware of all who watched. |
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