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even, brilliant gold, fastened wholly on Digen. Laneff was drawn
hyperconscious by that unexpectedly alluring promise of every pleasure her
body now craved. Never before had she zlinned Shanlun working as a Donor, and
never had she zlinned any Donor so enticing.
Sternly, she shook herself out of it. She wasn t really in need. She only
felt that way. But it scared her.
Duoconscious, she heard Shanlun mutter, Tertiary entran, again, Digen. He
added some even less intelligible instruction. Entran was a disorder of the
channel s secondary selyn-storage system, the system used to draw selyn from
untrained Gens at controlled speeds so they felt no pain or fear, and then to
give that selyn to renSimes in need. She d read in Digen s charts that he d
once experienced an episode of a bizarre malady dubbed primary entran, where
his own personal selyn-using system had been involved. But there was no such
thing as a tertiary selyn system.
Telling herself it was professional curiosity, she floated hyperconscious
again, zlinning the blurring and shifting fields between the channel and his
vibrant young Donor.Her scientific detachment vanished at the impact of
Shanlun s fully unleashed field.
The Donor s concentration on his patient never wavered, but he produced a
brown vial of medication from an inside pocket of his smock and coaxed Digen
to swallow. Slowly, the golden aura of the Gen became brighter and paler,
intensifying until Laneff was drawn despite herself.
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She reached out to caress the core of the Gen promise, as it tugged at her
memory of the one total satisfaction she d ever had in her life the kill in
First Need.
Chaos erupted.
Tongues of flame seemed to shoot from Digen s inner fields, white-gold flame.
Amoment, and she thought she herself would be engulfed in jagged spikes of
whirling selyn, solid selyn! It was as if zlinning and seeing had become one
and the same thing, a nightmare vision.Unreal. Yet she knew the touch of that
selyn bolt was death.
Suddenly, the lances of searing energies converged on a spot just past her
right shoulder. She flung herself left, falling to the floor as she went
duoconscious, the world fading into view solidly about her, her shoulder
bruised where she hit the floor, and Shanlun s voice, deep and commanding,
shouting, Digen, no!
The sound of his voice reverberated into that plane of nightmare where the
flashing bolts of solid selyn lashed all around her, and she saw the voice
etching cracks in the bolts.
Behind her, the wall hanging she d made burst into flame, sending sparks
flying outward in a shower of real flame, hot air searing her face.
Shanlun grabbed the yellow fire extinguisher off the wall beside the door and
sprayed the flames, his whole manner bespeaking a routine bedside drill. His
attitude seemed to be the same as hers might be at dropping a beaker and
causing a fire in a lab. That, more than anything, convinced her that what had
happened was in fact real.
When the loud rush of the extinguisher subsided, char-stained foam ran down
the immaculate wall. Shanlun turned to Laneff. Are you all right?
She forced her muscles to gather her legs under her. I m not hurt.
Without another glance at her, he set the extinguisher aside and returned to
his patient. She saw the dark-brown vial discarded on the white blanket. Digen
was limp against the pillows, panting,an expression of anguish on his face to
match the sore throb in his nager.
Pocketing the vial, Shanlun sat beside the channel. It s over now, Digen.
Let me
No. His head rolled against the pillow as if he was trying to escape. No,
it ll just happen again
No. I just didn t realize she was there
But Digen s eyes focused on Laneff. I knew I shouldn t have accepted your
gift
Actually, contradicted Shanlun, I think it saved her life. You had another
target associated with her to
Digen turned back to his Companion. Yes go on. She has a right to know now.
And she is Farris.
Shanlun sighed, glancing from Digen to Laneff, his nager once again
neutralized by the particolored effect. He went to snap a lock on the door and
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flip on the privacy light. You re a Farris and daughter of a Sectuib. All the
others who know of this are First Order channels and Donors, all sworn by
their Oath of Firsts not to reveal it to anyone not so sworn.
The secret originated with my daughter, said Digen, and I was the first
one sworn. I ll accept your oath, Laneff, if you make it Unto Sat htine. He
glanced at Shanlun with a knowing significance as he added, Her children may
be involved. It s dangerous for her not to know.
Amid the firm nageric presence of the working Donor, Laneff could detect no
response to that. But she knew Shanlun was thinking of her children as his
own, and at war with himself because Zeor does not marry out of Zeor. His
commitment to Zeor gave him an understanding of her feeling for Sat htine. He
could not believe she could leave Sat htine for him, any more than he could
leave Zeor for her.
Shanlun said, In the last few weeks, I ve come to know the strength she
brings to her dedications. I would trust her with more than my life. From
inside his shirt, he fished a tiny silver medallion in the form of a starred
cross, which he wore on a gold chain. Looping the chain over his head, he held
the medallion out to her. Hold this, and remember the Monument to the Last
Berserker, swear Unto Sat htine, and I will accept that seal as binding as my
own.
The warmth of his body made the emblem seem to tingle against her palm, and
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