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.The canyons of the Gemin and the rainforests of the Opia had their own resources, of course, but neither was conducive to growing grain.The Sánge had dangers to contend with as well.Hard winters, the beasts of the dark and fertile woodlands, and those of the damplands that they hunted, which hunted them in return if they weren’t careful.There were poisonous molds, blights that threatened crops, and dozens of other risks.There were the gypsy Jakals and nomadic Pripans as well.The Pripans stayed in the deserts mostly, but occasionally the tribal leaders staged raids on the nearby flatlands to steal grain or women.Pripan males weren’t as picky as those of other breeds and considered the quelling of a powerful and deadly Sánge woman to be a conquest that advertised their supremacy and sexual prowess.Grain Reule could forgive, but kidnapping wasn’t to be tolerated.Unfortunately, the Pripan tribes were large and numerous, and he had to be careful not to commit an act of aggression that would cause them to combine resources and go to war against him.So, often it was a matter of kidnapping their women back, like boys playing war games of stealth.Luckily, the Pripans had a sense of humor about being outsmarted, as long as Reule stuck firmly to only reclaiming what had been stolen in the first place.His success varied, so he found it best to protect his people from such dangers to begin with.Their key protection, the monstrous walls rising up from the bedrock of the mountainsides on the north and south slopes, soared above them as they neared.The city sprawled behind the cement, a fair three miles of farms, homes, and merchants before it butted up against Jeth Keep, which in turn butted up against a mountain to the west.There was a northwest wall as well, and a gate, far smaller in width than the one they approached, that led into a treacherous pass with no obvious exits after the first few miles.It was the perfect getaway route in case of seige, and only Reule and his Packmates knew the secret of the escape.“Hallo!”The cry echoed over their heads from the guards atop the wall and in the central lookout positions about halfway up the sheer surface.Reule smiled when they set up a cheer for the hunters without even knowing if they’d been successful.Those with the sharpest eyes and minds were the first to fall quiet, however, as they noticed Chayne’s empty horse, two of the returning Pack riding in tandem, and an extra body amongst them.Not to mention a decided lack of game hanging from their saddles.It was to have been the final hunt before winter set in, meant to provide meat for the hard months to come.The horses ought to have been laden down with game.Instead, there was no sign of success and all the signs of trouble.Reule felt the buzz of thoughts extending from friends on the walls to those of the party, curious and questioning.Reule put a sharp end to the questions by quickly emanating a warning to silence the Pack.Gossip would abound, but he’d save fact sharing until he could address the province himself.He didn’t need rumors exacerbating fears in the city.There was a hum as the electricity powering the steel portcullis gears was turned on, producing the energy needed to raise the heavy gate.The refined fuels used for the generators came from trade with the Pripans, even more reason not to incite wars with them.The precious convenience of electricity was highly coveted by the Sánge, especially in the winter when the idea of the cold was intolerable.It was the only characteristic of the wilderness that they found nearly impossible to bear.Fuel for electricity was worth every piece of gold or sack of grain they traded for it.Only the wealthiest in the city could afford fully electrified homes all through the days and nights of winter.Many had electric heat and light in a single room.Otherwise it was wood, peat, and coal fires that warmed them, especially in the farms outside the city walls, where there was no access to electricity as yet.It was one of Reule’s goals to provide the necessary generators as soon as he could.He was strongly hoping that Amando, his Prime Envoy, would have great success in his trading this season.He would soon find out, as he expected Amando any day.The final transactions across their trading route must be completed before the first snows flew.Reule couldn’t rest until the autumn trades were complete and the winter coffers were full.For the moment, there were other concerns drawing his attention.The riders broke into a canter once the gate was raised enough for them to pass.They thundered along the main thoroughfare of the city, calling ahead so that pedestrians scattered out of the street [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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