"RUSCH, DEAN WESLEY SMITH KRISTINE KATHRYN - TREATYS LAW 4TH IN THE DAY OF HONOR SERIES STARTREK B" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rusch Kristine Kathryn)

TREATY'S LAW

voice fill the room as he took himself and his gathered family back to
that time of battle twenty cycles earlier.

To a time when he, Kerdoch, had been a warrior. And when the Klingon
Empire had learned about the honor of its enemies.

Chapter One

KERdOCh GRUNTED SOFTLY as he stood upright, stretching the soreness out
of the tight muscles in his back. He had been a farmer for almost
thirty years, and each passing year wore on his body a little more. But
it was a price he was more than willing to pay. He studied his work. The
field of tIqKa SuD spread out before him like a calm ocean, blue-green
stems drifting back and forth like gentle waves at the touch of an
unseen wind. The health of his crops radiated from every stern. On the
horizon K'Tuj, the larger of the two yellow suns had dipped below the
horizon, leaving only K'mach's faint yellow light to illuminate his
work. Already the chill was returning to the air, pushing out the
intense heat of the day. Kerdoch knew that within the hour the cold
would settle in for the short night. Back in the farming colony the
lights of the streets and in the domes would be on, the fires lit.

He and the rest of the colonists had been on this planet now for five
years. They had named the planet QuI' Tu. Paradise. He loved many
things about this new home, but he loved most of all the nights around
the fire, letting the ale and the flame hold back the cold and soothe
his tired muscles.

He turned slowly, surveying his field and his work. Not a black stalk of
Qut weed could be seen above the blue-green stocks of his crop. He had
again won the day's battle. The pride of a fight well fought filled him
for a moment. And he let it.

Then, as the second sun touched the horizon, he focused on the tasks of
tomorrow, the struggle for the approaching harvest. Feeding the Empire
was a never-ending battle that must be fought every day, or the war
would be lost. Kerdoch was proud of his place in the Empire. Throughout
the sector he was well respected for his work and his land's output. He
enjoyed that respect and had every intention of gaining more.

Moving through the plants without breaking even one stem, Kerdoch made
his way to the open area between fields, then turned and headed for home
down a dirt path between two shallow ditches. His family would be
waiting. Dinner would be ready, the fire popping and crackling like a
celebration. A celebration of a day's battle won.

Suddenly his thoughts of family and the next day's tasks were broken by
the searing sound of two aircraft flashing overhead. They were low, not