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.Droning filled the air around him as he tried to batter his way through the seed's defenses, to crush his opponent's mind to dust, but the seed was ready.His mind slithered away from Arvin, leaving him grasping emptiness.Then the seed attacked.A fist of mental energy punched its way through Arvin's defenses thencoiled around his mind.Too late, Arvin tried to throw up a shield against it.He could feel strands of energy moving this way and that inside his mind, weaving a net that held him fast.There was a quick, sharp tug— and the net closed, trapping his consciousness inside.Arvin could feel himself standing, was aware of his chest rapidly rising and falling, of his heart pounding in his ears—but the will that normally controlled his actions was tightly confined.He could imagine himself manifesting a power, but his muladhara seemed far away.His mind couldn't reach out to it from behind the net that had trapped it.Made stupid by a lack of sleep and the urgency of stopping the attack on Karrell and the children, he'd done just what the seed wanted—rushed blindly into psionic combat.The dwarf-seed smiled, as if reading his thoughts.For all Arvin knew, it was."Arvin," the seed said in a husky voice that was unsettlingly similar to Pakal's, except for its smirking tone."How obliging of you to run right into my coils."Arvin tried to talk.All he could manage was a low moan.He felt drool trickle from the edge of his mouth.The seed smiled."Where is Dmetrio? Where is the Circled Serpent?" Silver flashed from his eyes as he spoke.Arvin tried to resist the awareness that slid deep into his mind but couldn't.In another moment, the seed would learn that Dmetrio was dead and the Circled Serpent destroyed.The worst of it was that Arvin knew exactly how the seed would react—with rage at the fact that Zelia's plans had been thwarted—and with gleeful satisfaction at having caused Arvin the greatest anguish possible by killing the children and Karrell.Then it would kill him.If Arvin could have closed his eyes, he would have.He didn't want to see the dwarf-seed gloating.What he did see surprised him.The seed suddenly jerked and his eyes widened.He whirled, and as his back came into Arvin's view, Arvin saw the dart that had lodged in the seed's neck."No!" the seed gasped."Not-"Then he fell.As the rigid body struck the ground, Arvin felt the net that held his mind fray then suddenly loosen.He saw Pakal step from the jungle, blowpipe in hand.Astonished, he gaped at the dwarf—but only for-a heartbeat.Karrell, he thought.The children.He turned and raced back toward the hut.As he neared it, he heard a baby's cry.Then another.Then Karrell's voice, thanking Ubtao.He plunged inside and saw Karrell holding both children in her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks.The midwife and her assistant stood nearby, relieved looks on their faces.Arvin fell to his knees beside Karrell."By the gods," he said."I thought I'd lost all three of you."Karrell closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath.The children in her arms continued to cry, strong, healthy wails.Arvin gently stroked his son's hair then his daughter's.They were alive.He touched a hand to the stone that hung at his neck."Nine lives," he whispered to himself.Karrell's eyes opened.They bored into Arvin's "It was her, wasn't it?"Arvin nodded grimly."One of her seeds." "Is it—""Dead?" Arvin asked."Yes, Tymora be praised.By a stroke of her luck, Pakal happened to be-"Hearing something behind him, Arvin turned.Pakal stood in the doorway, arms folded.Arvin crossed the but and squatted in front of the dwarf."You saved my life," he said, "and Karrell's, and our children's." He let out a long sigh."I thought you'd gone back to your people.How did you manage to show up in just the right place and at just the right time?"Pakal grunted.He said something in his own language—a brief prayer—then spoke in the common tongue.His eyes were smiling."Having me watch the village was your idea.You anticipated that a seed might come.""My idea?" Arvin echoed.Pakal nodded.He touched a thick finger to Arvin's temple."The memory.You erased it.""Ah." Arvin said.Suddenly understanding his lingering unease.Karrell passed the twins to the other women and rose to her feet."You knew that a seed would attack us?" she said, rounding on Arvin."You might have told me.""He could not, Karrell," Pakal said."The seed might have probed your thoughts and learned that I was lying in wait for it."Karrell continued to rage."You risked our children's lives, just to eliminate one seed?" she shouted."You might have killed this one, but what now? Will you erase all of our memories of what just happened and send Pakal back into the jungle to wait until the next seed comes? And the next? And the one after that?"Arvin balled his fists.Karrell was right.More seeds would come.Arvin and Karrell might flee, but there would be no guarantee that wherever they chose to hide wouldn't be home to another of Zeli a's seeds, and once Zelia learned the Circled Serpent had been destroyed, she'd stop at nothing to have her revenge.As she'd demonstrated, killing Arvin alone wouldn't be enough.Pakal interrupted that grim thought."There is a way to end this," he said.He turned to Arvin."Before you erased your memory, you told me to remind you of this: one year ago, you stripped away Zelia's power to create seeds at will.Since then, she has been able to seed only two people: Naneth and Dmetrio.Both are dead.All of her other seeds-those created before Zelia met you—do not share her animosity toward you.They simply do as Zelia orders.To them, you are just another target for them to kill [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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