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PROLOGUE
Toregene awoke to the turbine scream of a flyer, and discovered that her right leg was numb. She'd been
crammed in the spider-trap like a cork in a bottle since dusk, and had somehow worked her right leg
beneath her in sleep. No feeling there, clear up to her hip, and her neck and shoulders ached from the
hours of hunching forward in the tiny space. For a moment she dared not move, and listened.
The flyer had passed right over her position, so low she could smell aromatics still raining from its
wake. The engine whine diminished as the craft sped west towards the mountains, then steadied. The
spider-trap was at the edge of a cliff overlooking Hulagu valley, a precariously placed strategic spot.
Instinctively, Toregene opened her eyes and concentrated on the darkness, emptying her mind of any
vision that might attract a Searcher. The patrols were daring and thorough, and there were always
Searchers among them to invade the mind of an intruder.
Toregene listened for the snap of a twig, the crunch of a boot on needle-carpet, and heard only the caress
of wind on the trees. The earth around her smelled of humus and damp roots. Something crawled across
her cheek, and she flicked it off with a finger.
After some moments, she dared to move, pressing her back against dampness and straightening the
pinned leg. Feeling returned; the pricks of a thousand knives, the pain a Searcher's beacon if one were
nearby. But now she was fully awake, and aware. This late at night, without even moonlight to guide
their steps among the tangle of trees and brush, the ground troops would be confined to the valley, and
rely on flyers to locate and report any pesky bands of Tumatsin who dared to interfere with the
Emperor's occupation of their lands.
The flyer had made a great circle, and was now north of her, engine throbbing as the pilot cut back
power for the return descent to the valley. Toregene sat up and pushed on the woven-needle roof of the
spider-trap, raising it a half-meter on silent hinges, and staking it open on the side overlooking the
valley. She got up on her knees, and looked out in time to see the flyer descending into the valley to a
landing place behind a cluster of pre-fab buildings. Beyond the buildings stood great earthmovers at the
edge of Tumatsin barley fields, now stubble, with even the gleanings gone to the Emperor's warehouses.
Two men got out of the bubble-canopied craft, and the orange of their auras was a good sign the patrol
had been routine. The men entered one of the buildings there, and immediately the surrounding area was
flooded with light from a dozen panels around the circumference of the encampment. A hundred or more
troopers suddenly strolled there, all heavily armed. Toregene smiled, for there were no auras to be seen
among the many men who magically appeared with the lights. They were merely projected images of
some sort to give the illusion of a heavily guarded camp. Even so, Toregene scanned the area carefully,
especially near the earthmovers poised for the destruction of Tumatsin fields, huge machines with tires
the height of two men, and gleaming blades to level the earth for the Emperor's new living space.
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She found two auras by the earthmovers, a third strolling the area around the metal buildings, a fourth
walking the camp perimeter just outside of the light panels. Four troopers guarding the entire camp, at
least two more inside the buildings, and how many more? Four, perhaps eight at most, she guessed. A
single squad of Tumatsin warriors could take the camp and destroy it in a single night.
The thought frightened her, for Temujin would certainly vie for leadership of such an attack, and her
marriage to him was but a week away. Her report could endanger the life of her chosen bahadur before
their love could be formally confirmed or consummated, though they had been together many times.
And for what purpose? Destruction of the earthmovers was at best a delaying action, and retaliation was
certain to follow, as it had against the tiny valley ordu of Dejmat; a dozen Tumatsin murdered by laser
fire for simply refusing to leave the homes of their ancestors.
Tengri-Nayon glowed red near the zenith, the home star from which their ancestors had fled, the distant
companion to yellow Tengri-Khan, which warmed this world of Shanji. The time of closest approach of
the red star was within a generation, completing another two-hundred year cycle. Only once had it
brought an attacking army daring enough to challenge the iron-fisted Emperor of two thousand years
past. Two thousand years ago—a defeat so overwhelming it was alive, yet, in bitter Tumatsin tradition,
in song, and story. In a few years, Tengri-Nayon would be the brightest star in the sky, and the cycle
would be closed again. One more chance, but no more, for Toregene was certain that in another two
hundred years there would be no Tumatsin left to greet their ancestors.
Toregene ducked instinctively as the door to the largest building below her opened, spilling out light.
Four men came out in full battle-dress, carrying rifles, walking through the images of countless troopers
to replace the real men guarding the encampment. Raucous laughter came from the open door, and
music. Toregene quickly revised her estimate of troopers to sixteen, waited until the replaced guards had
entered the building and closed the door again before she crawled out of her spider-trap. She pulled out
her satchel and lowered the roof carefully, smoothing over the seams with a light covering of needles
before slinking away from the edge of the cliff and onto the faint game trail leading away from it. Her
leather-clad feet made no sound. Tengri-Khan would rise in a few hours, and it was a two hour walk to
the temporary ordu Temujin had set up to keep watch on the valley.
She walked easily in the darkness, for the sky was clear, and starlight was sufficient for the eyes of a
Tumatsin woman. But with the blessing of such sight there was danger, for the great cats who hunted the
meadows and crags ahead could mistake her for one of their own, and become territorially aggressive.
The trail rose gradually to a rock fall at the base of a granitic spire, and along a narrow shelf to a skree
field to the south. Toregene stopped there briefly to retrieve the goat-leather bag of fluorescent fungus
from her satchel. The bag was half-filled from collecting along the way to her observing post, but she'd
passed up three glowing clusters of the delicious seasoning under trees bordering the meadows on the
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way back to the ordu. She would take full advantage of her night travel.
She crossed the skree field, and the trail reappeared, heading down into thick stands of White Bark and
shining Tysk. Above the tree tops loomed the sharp peaks of granite and schist extending tens of
kilometers to the great sea west, hundreds of kilometers north and south. Shanji. The mountain world.
Toregene navigated the trail by feel in the inky darkness of the forest, alert to the slightest sound. An
owl passed over her, and she heard the whisper of its gliding flight. The cry of a Shizi from afar
announced a new kill in the night, and brought a flutter to her heart. She came out onto a meadow and
circled, quickly finding the first cluster of fungus she'd passed by, lacy strands glowing blue like magical
spiderweb on needle-carpet beneath a young Tysk.
She brushed away the needles, and pulled the entire plant from soft soil, putting it carefully in her bag so
as not to break any of its fragile tendrils and lessen full flavor. She picked a second clump at the end of
the meadow, where a steep ridge began, then followed the trail upwards among stands of trees clinging
tenaciously to weathered, crumbling rock.
At the summit of the ridge was a grand view both east and west: mountains as far as the eye could see in
one direction, the yellow glow of the Emperor's domed city in the other. Toregene did not pause there,
but hurried on, for the summit was barren and her silhouette visible for miles around. Exposed at the
summit for only a moment, she now felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck, a sudden sense of
urgency in returning home to report what she'd seen.
She descended to a skree-covered saddle and looked west to see a flickering point of light set between
two spires pinching at the night sky like a thumb and forefinger. The signal fire beckoned her home to
the ordu placed in the canyon behind the spires, still an hour's walk away. She wondered if Temujin
would be awake to greet her.
She traversed the second summit on the west flank, following the faint groove of a trail made by
mountain goats, skree shifting and chattering beneath her feet. Ahead of her, a dark shape suddenly
appeared, crouched on the trail, eyes glowing yellow in starlight. Shizi.
Toregene froze where she stood, withdrawing her blade from the sheath at her side, feeling the rush of
blood and adrenaline bring The Change upon her.
Her vision brightened, and she saw the big cat clearly, hunched over the carcass of a small goat on the
trail. She felt the ache of incisors thrusting forth in her mouth, the sudden tension around her eyes. The
shizi crouched as if to spring at her, then sat upright with sudden recognition. Toregene growled softly, a
low rattle coming from deep within her, then held out her single steel claw and waved it towards the
west. "I will pass through here," she said. "Take your kill with you, and go."
The cat paused only an instant, then grasped the dead goat's neck in its mouth, dragging it easily off the
trail and down the skree slope to a log which lay there. Only after it was settled watchfully did Toregene
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move again, treading softly past the pool of blood on the trail, the blade still in her hand.
As her enhanced vision began to fade, she looked back to see that the animal had begun to feed again.
The throbbing of her pulse lessened, tension leaving her mouth and eyes as she squinted again at the
trail, adjusting once more to her normal night vision. She returned her blade to its sheath, and hurried on.
She descended to a series of bluffs leading to the knife-ridge which made a great arc to where the signal
fire had been placed. By the time she reached the second bluff, Toregene's fear had not totally
disappeared, and she still had the feeling she was being watched. She tried to blank her mind, but failed.
Now she was leg-weary, her feet sore from treading on sharp skree, and Temujin's face was suddenly in
her mind, his wry smile, finely-arched nose and laughing eyes, the long braid of black hair that fell over
his chest when they made love.
She held that vision, and plunged ahead down a grassy slope to the final bluff before the ridge. But the
disquieting feeling still would not go away, as if there were a watchful presence nearby, and Toregene
wondered briefly if the shizi had a mate which was now following her. She avoided the center of the
bluff, and crossed near the trees lining its edge, picking up her pace with sudden apprehension.
A twig snapped, and she turned to see three dark shapes rushing towards her from the trees.
She turned to run, the final ridge only meters away, but she was tackled from behind, landing on her
stomach with an explosion of breath and a terrible weight on top of her. Lights danced before her eyes as
her arms were pulled roughly behind her, and she felt the bite of leather thongs on her wrists. Rough
hands secured her ankles as well, then seized her shoulders and flipped her over on her back as she
gasped for breath.
Toregene found herself looking up at the grinning faces of three soldiers of the Emperor. Two stood
over her, the third kneeling at her feet and holding her blade in his hand. Young men, eyes glittering
dangerously, yet amused. The one with the knife leaned over and dragged the flat of the blade across her
throat.
"Look what we've found; a changeling bitch all alone, and far from home on such a cold night. I think
we've caught ourselves a little spy."
"No, no," said Toregene, finding her breath at last. "I'm gathering herbs, and I'm close to home. This is
Tumatsin land, so how am I a spy? I had a little sack with me when you attacked, but I dropped it."
One of the standing men held up the little leather sack. "And here it is," he said.
"Yes. The herbs are difficult to find in daylight, but glow in the night. I was collecting them."
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The man opened the sack, withdrew a pinch of glowing lace and wrinkled his nose. "Smells like dung,"
he said.
"They add flavor to our soups. Please, let me up. I've done nothing wrong." Even as she said it,
Toregene knew she was found out, for that presence was there again, probing her mind as she tried to
blank it.
The man turned her sack upside-down and shook it, scattering the noctiluminescent fungus on the
ground. "You will have no need of this, I think. The dead have no need for soup."
"No!" she cried, struggling. "I've done nothing!" Adrenaline surged in her body, and now it was as if she
was seeing the grinning faces in daylight.
"Ohhh, see how her eyes glow. The light of passion is in her eyes, Shan. I think she wants you." The two
standing men laughed.
The kneeling one reached over and poked her in the stomach with her own blade. "I will enter her with
this after I'm satisfied. She's my captive, Majin, but I'm generous to my friends. Despite your jokes, you
and Xiao will enjoy a moment with her before the end."
"Let me go!" growled Toregene, writhing and straining at her bonds. The pressure on her gums was now
fierce, and she growled again.
The three men stared at her, and Shan was fumbling at his leather pants. "One should not pass by such
an opportunity, but do put something in her mouth. I don't want to be bitten and infected with changeling
diseases."
Toregene struggled furiously, writhing like a scalded snake, but suddenly her mind clouded, paralyzed
by a terrible force that made her shiver. A deep voice came from the darkness among the trees.
"Enough of this. Stand back, all of you. Shan, quit fumbling with your pants. You look like a child
giving himself pleasure."
The three men jumped back, auras changing to blue from being startled as another man came forth. The
first thing Toregene saw was the huge arch of his nose, the distended, vein-lined dome of his frontal
lobes. A Searcher, taller than the others by several centimeters, his eyes fathomless blackness in her
enhanced vision.
"She is a spy, Mengmoshu," said Shan.
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"Indeed she is, though she speaks the truth about using the night to gather her herbs. Mostly she has
been observing our camp from a place I can now locate. We have been negligent in scanning the rim of
the cliff overlooking the valley. She knows our strength there." The Searcher's aura was the red of
Tengri-Nayon, with radiating streamers in gold. His mind clamped down on hers like a velvet claw, and
now she lay motionless, unable to speak, screaming silently.
"Then she must die," said Shan. "It is a cold night, Mengmoshu, and we have been patrolling without
women for two weeks. Certain pressures of our manhood could be relieved here before we kill her, and
with all the shizi prowling about, the evidence of our feast will surely be gone by early morning."
Mengmoshu looked down somberly at Toregene, considering for a long moment, then said, "I
understand, but the flyer will return within the hour, and we must walk to the rendezvous. There's no
time for what you desire, Shan. I will act in behalf of all of us."
Shan snorted, and the other two men's eyes narrowed with displeasure. "You claim privilege of rank,
Mengmoshu?"
Toregene felt a slight release of the force paralyzing her mind and body as the Searcher turned to face
the smaller man. "Do you question my rank or authority here, Shan? Would you speak of this to others?"
Shan stumbled back a step, eyes wide, his aura flickering as if sucked from him. "No—no, of course not.
We are in your service, Mengmoshu. You are the chosen of the Emperor here."
"Good, Shan. Humility leads to wisdom. Now, pack your things and leave. I will catch up with you
shortly."
Mengmoshu leaned over, and pulled Toregene to a sitting position as the other men returned to the trees.
She tried to cry out, but full paralysis had returned, and she could only grunt as he gagged her with a
cloth taken from his pocket. He lifted her up like a child and carried her to the trees, setting her gently
down on soft needle carpet, his face expressionless. "Shan, bring me the woman's blade. It must appear
that she somehow fell on it."
Shan appeared, handing over the knife and looking down at her with barely controlled lust in his eyes.
"Now go, all of you. I do not wish an audience for this."
"Yes, Mengmoshu," said Shan. "We will walk slowly, so you can catch up. You cannot control the mind
of a shizi,"
"I will follow," said Mengmoshu, and Toregene heard the crunch of footsteps going away from the trees.
Mengmoshu turned his head to watch them leave, then knelt at her feet and stuck her knife into the
ground there. He loosened the thong at her waist and pulled down her pants, but she felt no cold, no
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physical sensation of any kind, her body numb while her mind screamed in agony and shame. He untied
her ankles, then removed her pants, and spread her legs to receive him, for she wore no undergarments.
Eyes fixed on hers, the Searcher loosened his own pants and pulled them down before leaning over her,
face close. He raised her hips and thrust himself into her, but still she felt nothing.
"I feel your terror as if it is my own, but there is a purpose here," he whispered. "Now, listen to me." He
began to rock rhythmically, and she heard his voice, yet now his lips did not move.
I do not follow any Gods, but obey the spoken will of my ancestors. If the Gods exist, then I pray they
have brought you to me at the proper time in your cycle. What I do is a test of the Gods, and I risk
damnation in shaming you, but there are those of us who hear the voice of our First Mother, those of us
who work for one, undivided people on Shanji, united in purpose and in blood. I am bred Moshuguang,
the magic light, the chosen of the Emperor. And I give my seed to the Tumatsin to create those people,
and perhaps . . . something greater. Now—now—now!
Mengmoshu rocked furiously, and grunted with sudden release, sweat beading his forehead while she
lay beneath him, still feeling nothing. He withdrew from her, pulled up his pants and sighed. He leaned
over her closely, and whispered, "In a moment I will be gone. You must—"
"Mengmoshu, aren't you finished yet? You should not walk alone on a moonless night."
It was Shan's voice, a loud whisper, and not far away.
Mengmoshu was startled, his aura flashing blue. "I gave you a simple order, and you have not obeyed
it!" he growled.
"I think of your safety. A shizi is prowling only ten minutes from here, and I came back to accompany
you. Hurry!"
The Searcher sighed again. "A complication," he whispered. "I will release you for an instant, and in that
instant you must scream as best you can. It is your death if you do not."
He looked down at her, and suddenly her own knife was in his hand, gleaming in starlight, coming up in
a high arc and down towards her heart in a single deathstroke, and the scream that had started in her
mind came out as a horrible, muffled rattle ending as quickly as he'd released and taken hold of her
again. The knife struck the ground only centimeters from her side.
Mengmoshu rolled her paralyzed body slightly to one side, cut the bonds on her wrists, and lay the knife
beside her. He put a finger to her lips, then to his own and stood up, giving her one last look before
walking away.
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"She's dead?" asked Shan.
"Yes. The shizi should do the rest. We need to hurry."
Toregene heard their footsteps grow fainter, and she was suddenly cold, sharp needles digging into her
bare legs and buttocks. She lay there for several minutes, not daring to move, her vision still enhanced
from fear—and anger. A foreign seed lay within her; she could feel its fluid excess oozing. She felt
humiliated, dishonored, contaminated, unfit to be called Tumatsin. It seemed as if her vagina was
suddenly on fire, and tears came to her eyes. She suppressed a sob, lest a shizi be near. In her present
state, there would be no doubt which of them was the dominant animal.
When she was satisfied the men were gone she sat up shivering, removed the gag and pulled up her
pants. She cradled the knife in one hand, and for one brief instant considered plunging it into her own
heart. She was stopped by a single thought; her life had been spared, her humiliation a thing forced upon
her by another. Of what was she guilty?
Her feeling of self-disgust returned in moments, but by then the knife was returned to its sheath. She
breathed deeply and adjusted her clothing, crept out from the trees and sought a deeper calm by carefully
picking up the scattered threads of glowing fungus on the ground. One delicate thread at a time, she
refilled the sack, her normal night vision returning by the time she finished the simple task.
She began to walk, and her momentary self-control dissolved again. She was suddenly shaking, her
knees giving way so that she fell twice before reaching the broad ridge trail. Her muffled sobs were of
shame, and grief, the grief of a woman violated and despoiled by the Hansui seed burning within her.
Her people would grieve with her, but Tumatsin law was clear. She would keep her status in society, but
there would be no marriage to Temujin, no children of his body for her, a life without family, a maiden
aunt to the children of others. Her hand went to the hilt of her knife, but again there was hesitation, an
instant of anger, and her knees stiffened.
Now she was running the trail, knife in hand, and it was as if daylight had come early. She growled low,
suddenly hoping a shizi would come after her, attacking within sight of the signal fire. She thought of
plunging the knife into its open mouth, the claws tearing at her stomach and groin, the foreign seed
spilling out with her blood as she stabbed again into an eye and through to the brain. Quite suddenly,
Toregene did not want to die. She wanted to kill. And with that thought came resolution not to so easily
give up her heart's desire, even if it meant giving up a virtue she'd been taught as a child. The virtue of
honesty in all things.
The signal fire was less than a kilometer ahead, and a shadow moved before it. Temujin? Had he waited
up for her? She was desperate for his embrace, his touch, that sweet breath in her ear as he held her. She
ran harder, dislodging skree that tinkled like broken porcelain down the steep slopes on either side of the
trail. More shadows around the fire, men standing up, watching her approach.
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Three men—and Temujin was not one of them. She stumbled into the glowing circle of firelight, and fell
to her knees, gasping for breath as the men clustered around her.
"Shizi—chased me—I fell," she gasped. "On the far ridge—two of them—and troopers—I don't know
how many. They saw me—came after—I ran—then the shizi—I—" Her breath exploded in a burst of
tears.
A man knelt before her to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. It was Kuchlug, Temujin's closest
friend. He pulled the knife from her clenched fist, and put it back in her sheath. "You're safe, now. The
cats have given up the chase. We saw the flyer over there a few moments ago. Temujin has gone down
to report it, but he'll be back soon. Your hands are cut and bleeding! Ogadai, get some hot water for us!
Uzbek, go down and tell Temujin that his bride has arrived safely!"
Uzbek sprinted from the circle of light as Kuchlug held Toregene's trembling hands in his, looking
closely at her. "It's all right, now. Temujin will be here soon."
"The camp," gasped Toregene. "There are many soldiers guarding it. Too many—and now they watch us
from over there. They will see every move we make. We can't—"
Kuchlug squeezed her hands. "Not now. Save your report for Temujin. For now, you rest, and clean your
wounds in privacy. Your things are in the low tent behind me. Ah, here is hot water for you."
Ogadai had returned from the fire with a bulging, goatskin bag. Kuchlug helped her to her feet, and she
took the bag. "My brown pack is in the tent?" she asked.
"Yes. Everything you left behind. Take your time, even sleep a little before Temujin returns. We will
keep watch."
Toregene hugged him, and he grinned. "I'm filled with envy for my friend," he said. "Now go."
At the edge of the firelight, she found the tent and crawled inside, squinting in the gloom. She laced up
the entrance flap halfway so there was still some light coming in, then rummaged in her pack for cup,
cloth and the bag of special tea that was always with her since she'd been betrothed to Temujin. Laced
with white root and jin-hua, the tea had thus far prevented the conception of a child by their frequent
lovemaking before marriage. But Temujin was Tumatsin, and she was now dealing with the seed of a
Hansui Searcher, her time of possible conception near or immediate. She made the tea strong, and
gulped down a cupful, burning her mouth. She made a second cup, let it cool while she dabbed her hand
wounds clean with the cloth, then drank the tea down. She soaked the cloth with tea and washed her
genitals, flushing them twice with hot liquid, then again, wincing with pain.
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