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.What was beautiful from high above was, once among it, disorienting and a little disturbing.The waxy growth, the croach, grew right up to the stone walls of the chasm and stopped there, but for one place he could see, where it had crept up the walls, evidently to engulf a lone and scraggly tree trying to grow from a crack in the stone.The luminous glow made shadows fall weirdly, with one engulfed tree casting several ghostly weak shadows on the glowing floor of the forest.Beneath the croach, the shadowy outlines of the trees themselves reminded Tavi uncomfortably of bones beneath flesh.Tavi heard a scrabble on the wall and turned in time to see Kitai drop the last dozen feet to the floor of the forest, landing soundlessly, absorbing the shock of landing on both feet and on his arms, crouching for a moment on all fours, pale hair and opalescent eyes wild and greenish in the quiet light of the croach.His gaze darted left and right, wary, and his head tilted to one side, listening, focused on the lambent forest before him.Tavi's temper flared, fear and pain quickly becoming an outraged anger that made arms shake with the sudden need to avenge himself.He rose and stalked silently toward Kitai.Tavi tapped the Marat on the shoulder, and when Kitai turned toward him, he balled up his fist and drove it into the other boy's ribs as hard as he could.Kitai flinched, but didn't move quickly enough to evade the blow.Tavi pressed his advantage, jerking the Marat's arm away from his flank and punching him again in the same spot, as hard as he could.Kitai fumbled for his knife, and Tavi shoved him away as hard as he could, sending the other boy sprawling onto the glowing surface of the croach.Kitai turned his opalescent eyes toward Tavi and pushed himself up with his hands."Aleran," he snarled,"my sire's generosity is wasted on you.If you want a Trial of Blood, then—"Kitai stopped abruptly, his eyes going wide.Tavi, prepared to defend himself, blinked at the sudden change in the Marat.Gooseflesh rippled up his arms.Silent, he followed the Marat's gaze down—to his own feet.Some of the oozing green light of the croach seemed to have spilled onto Tavi's boots.He frowned and peered closer.No.When he had landed, one of his heels must have driven into the croach and broken its surface like a crust of drying mud over a still-wet furrow.Whatever that glowing goo was within the wax, it had splashed droplets onto the leather.The droplets gJowed, pale and green.Tavi frowned and shook them off.He looked up to find Kitai still staring at him, eyes wide, his mouth open."What?" Tavi asked."What is it?""Foolish Aleran," Kitai hissed."You have broken the croach.The Keepers will come."Tavi felt a chill roll over him.He swallowed."Well I wouldn't have fallen if someone hadn't cut my rope.""I'm not that stupid," Kitai retorted.His eyes moved past Tavi, flicking among the trees."The croach beneath the ropes is very thick.That's why we chose there to enter.I once saw someone fall nearly six times the height of a man without breaking it."Tavi licked his lips."Oh," he said.He looked down at the forest's glowing floor."Why did I break through it, then?"Kitai glanced at him and then paced over to the spot where Tavi had landed, crouching down beside it.He touched the glowing fluid with his fingertips."It's thinner, here.I don't understand.It's never been like this."Tavi said, "Looks like they were expecting company."Kitai turned to him, his eyes wide, body tense."They knew where we were coming in.And now they know that we're here." The Marat boy's eyes flicked left and right, and he took several steps sideways, toward Tavi, his back to the stone of the wall.Tavi backed toward the wall as well, emulating Kitai, and almost tripped on an incongruous lump in the smooth surface of the croach.Tavi glanced down and then leaned over, peering at it.The lump was not large: perhaps the size of a chicken.It rose from the otherwise smooth floor of the forest in a hemisphere of greenish light with something dark at its core.Tavi leaned closer, peering at the shadowed lump.It stirred and moved.Tavi hopped back from it, his breath catching in his throat."That," he gasped."That's a crow.There's a crow in there.And it's alive.""Yes, Aleran," Kitai said with scarcely veiled impatience."The crows are sometimes foolish.They come down and peck at the croach, and the Keepers come for them and entomb them." Kitai cast his eyes to one side, where several other lumps, quite a bit larger, lay only a dozen long strides from the ropes at the base of the cliff."They can live for days.Being eaten by the croach."Tavi shuddered, a cold sensation crawling down his spine like a runnel of melting snow."You mean.If these Keepers get one of us.""A Marat can live for weeks buried in the croach, Aleran."Tavi felt sick."You don't rescue them?"Kitai flashed him a look, his eyes hard, cool.Then, in a few silent strides, paced over to the crow.He drew his knife, reached down, and slashed the blade over the surface of the lump.With a swift, curt motion, he reached down for the crow's neck and drew it from the clinging goo of the croach.Parts of the bird peeled and sloughed away, like meat from a roast that had been cooked to tender perfection in a carefully tended oven.It let out a rasping sound, but its beak never attempted to close [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]