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do.
The rest were Osk s officials and Vedouce s trivuds, wives and daughters
scattered among them, putting on a brave show. She let her eyes drift over
them, blessing the Mask for hiding her face and shift of her gaze.
Brave show and the best part is, it doesn t look a show. He s
disappointed, this
Agentura. He expected a rag-tag chaos. That s good; when we bargain tonight
for supplies, he won t have the edge he d thought would be his. I won t pay
famine prices. If I have to, I ll deal with Karpan allor or the Sharr. Maiden
Bless, I miss Oram. Mother was right, I need someone who ll do my spying and
won t be bought. If Hedivy escapes whatever happens with the Enemy ...
Nik, think of that later Watch the man. This is no time to let your mind
wander.
As Tingajil finished her song, the Agentura snapped his fingers in
the island way of applause.
Splendid songbird, O Marn. As lovely in face as in voice. Should you ever
grow tired of her piping, my
Master would have a place for her; perhaps we could arrange something, ah ah?
I think her husband would have a thing or two to say about that, O Agentura.
Husband, ah yes, well husbands have taken the belibot before this and turned
their heads away.
Our customs are different, Man of the Skafarees. But to each, of course, his
homeways are most dear. How goes your master? I ve heard he is coming from his
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mourning time and ready to wed again.
4. Biserica
The Prieti Meien Nischal Tay was a harried woman with gray hair drawn tightly
into a braided bun.
Her face was square, heavy in the jaw, her nose long and thin; her voice was
remarkable, deep, almost a bari-tone. It is difficult, she said. We re an
educational institution these days, a place of research and a manufactury of
interesting trifles, not so much a renter out of guards. Still ... tun . we
have strong reason to be grateful to every Marnhidda Vos since the first and
your Marn has an unanswerable argu-ment, though not one I d try on the Mijloc
Council. She dipped a pen into a bottle of ink, wrote on a small square of
paper, talking as the nib danced along. They ve forgotten a great deal with
these past two centuries of peace. If the Glory had put roots in Oras it might
be different. Ei vai. She waved the paper to dry the ink, then folded it over
and reached for a stick of sealing wax. I have the will, if not the
latitude of action my predecessors en-joyed. She melted a pool of red wax,
slipped a ring from her finger. While I m doing my consultations and my
cajoling, you needn t worry about expenses or living quarters. She pressed
the seal into the cooling wax, slipped it back on her finger. Take this note
to the hosta Skarat and she ll provide what tokens you need. She pushed the
note across the desk, smiled as
Sansilly collected it. You ll find a young woman waiting for you,
a meie trainee, she s from
Yallor-on-the-Neck and speaks Cadandril as well as a number of other languages
and she s been told to make, her-self useful.
My name is Zayura. She was taller than Sansilly but extravagantly thin, as
if she d grown a third again the past year and hadn t had time to catch up
with herself. Her dark hair was cut short, bits swinging into points
at ear level, her eyes were strange, very pale gray with a black rim round the
iris.
Those eyes widened when she looked at Greygen. I see we have a friend in
common, the little Healer, I
mean. One leg on me, two on you. Ei vai, we can talk about that later. It s
past noon. Have you eaten yet? Or would you like to freshen up a bit first?
She held up a book, eyes twinkling. I ve got studying I
can do.
Sansilly sopped a washrag into the basin, scooped a fingerful of the soft soap
from a glass bowl beside the tap, then began patting at her face. What do
you think of her, Greg?
Smart. Acts older n she looks.
She ran the washrag over her arms and hands. You think she s a runner or did
her folks send her?
He rubbed at his nose. Runner.
She rinsed out the rag, splashed water where the soap had been, took the towel
he handed her. He watched her rubbing briskly at her face, then her arms. She
hung the towel with that neatness she al-ways showed in other people s places,
began dragging a comb through her tangled hair. Pried Meien, she s going to
do it, isn t she? She didn t wait for an an-swer. She s a lot like Jasny was
before her troubles, stubborn and clever .. Marn ll get all she can give. I
hope it ll be enough. Zdra zdra, we won t talk about that. She wrinkled her
nose at the mirror. Skin s peeling worse n when I was a tadling chasin my
brothers about. Let s play today, Greg, do you mind? I m so tired of
fighting.
Look at things and just fool about?
Mh, wear ourselves numb so we don t think about you know. And find out if
that girl is playing that music again, maybe somewhere we can dance. And you
get that look off your face, Greg. It s been a long time since we stepped
together, but it s not a thing you forget.
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Greygen chuckled, let her pull him to his feet. We ll see.
The Son s War finished here. They were stand-ing on the top of the wall
looking down at the weeds and grass on the outside. Zayura went on, I ve
been reading about it. Weeks of fighting right here, the first longguns and
other things, a terrible time. The
Healer and Hern Heslin were in that tower for a while. You see where it s all
black and crumbling?
Heslin was burnt near dead with vuurvis fire, but she brought him back. And it
was just after that when the glass dragons came and the Healer rode one of
them up there. Zayura pointed at the rugged granite wall rising more than a
hundred yards from the Valley floor. See that tall ragged looking tree?
That s Ser
Noris, he s still prisoned there, angry enough to chew nails if he had a
mouth. The Healer was up there for two hundred years, a lacewood tree growing
beside him, but a stranger came from nowhere, touched her and woke her. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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The rest were Osk s officials and Vedouce s trivuds, wives and daughters
scattered among them, putting on a brave show. She let her eyes drift over
them, blessing the Mask for hiding her face and shift of her gaze.
Brave show and the best part is, it doesn t look a show. He s
disappointed, this
Agentura. He expected a rag-tag chaos. That s good; when we bargain tonight
for supplies, he won t have the edge he d thought would be his. I won t pay
famine prices. If I have to, I ll deal with Karpan allor or the Sharr. Maiden
Bless, I miss Oram. Mother was right, I need someone who ll do my spying and
won t be bought. If Hedivy escapes whatever happens with the Enemy ...
Nik, think of that later Watch the man. This is no time to let your mind
wander.
As Tingajil finished her song, the Agentura snapped his fingers in
the island way of applause.
Splendid songbird, O Marn. As lovely in face as in voice. Should you ever
grow tired of her piping, my
Master would have a place for her; perhaps we could arrange something, ah ah?
I think her husband would have a thing or two to say about that, O Agentura.
Husband, ah yes, well husbands have taken the belibot before this and turned
their heads away.
Our customs are different, Man of the Skafarees. But to each, of course, his
homeways are most dear. How goes your master? I ve heard he is coming from his
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mourning time and ready to wed again.
4. Biserica
The Prieti Meien Nischal Tay was a harried woman with gray hair drawn tightly
into a braided bun.
Her face was square, heavy in the jaw, her nose long and thin; her voice was
remarkable, deep, almost a bari-tone. It is difficult, she said. We re an
educational institution these days, a place of research and a manufactury of
interesting trifles, not so much a renter out of guards. Still ... tun . we
have strong reason to be grateful to every Marnhidda Vos since the first and
your Marn has an unanswerable argu-ment, though not one I d try on the Mijloc
Council. She dipped a pen into a bottle of ink, wrote on a small square of
paper, talking as the nib danced along. They ve forgotten a great deal with
these past two centuries of peace. If the Glory had put roots in Oras it might
be different. Ei vai. She waved the paper to dry the ink, then folded it over
and reached for a stick of sealing wax. I have the will, if not the
latitude of action my predecessors en-joyed. She melted a pool of red wax,
slipped a ring from her finger. While I m doing my consultations and my
cajoling, you needn t worry about expenses or living quarters. She pressed
the seal into the cooling wax, slipped it back on her finger. Take this note
to the hosta Skarat and she ll provide what tokens you need. She pushed the
note across the desk, smiled as
Sansilly collected it. You ll find a young woman waiting for you,
a meie trainee, she s from
Yallor-on-the-Neck and speaks Cadandril as well as a number of other languages
and she s been told to make, her-self useful.
My name is Zayura. She was taller than Sansilly but extravagantly thin, as
if she d grown a third again the past year and hadn t had time to catch up
with herself. Her dark hair was cut short, bits swinging into points
at ear level, her eyes were strange, very pale gray with a black rim round the
iris.
Those eyes widened when she looked at Greygen. I see we have a friend in
common, the little Healer, I
mean. One leg on me, two on you. Ei vai, we can talk about that later. It s
past noon. Have you eaten yet? Or would you like to freshen up a bit first?
She held up a book, eyes twinkling. I ve got studying I
can do.
Sansilly sopped a washrag into the basin, scooped a fingerful of the soft soap
from a glass bowl beside the tap, then began patting at her face. What do
you think of her, Greg?
Smart. Acts older n she looks.
She ran the washrag over her arms and hands. You think she s a runner or did
her folks send her?
He rubbed at his nose. Runner.
She rinsed out the rag, splashed water where the soap had been, took the towel
he handed her. He watched her rubbing briskly at her face, then her arms. She
hung the towel with that neatness she al-ways showed in other people s places,
began dragging a comb through her tangled hair. Pried Meien, she s going to
do it, isn t she? She didn t wait for an an-swer. She s a lot like Jasny was
before her troubles, stubborn and clever .. Marn ll get all she can give. I
hope it ll be enough. Zdra zdra, we won t talk about that. She wrinkled her
nose at the mirror. Skin s peeling worse n when I was a tadling chasin my
brothers about. Let s play today, Greg, do you mind? I m so tired of
fighting.
Look at things and just fool about?
Mh, wear ourselves numb so we don t think about you know. And find out if
that girl is playing that music again, maybe somewhere we can dance. And you
get that look off your face, Greg. It s been a long time since we stepped
together, but it s not a thing you forget.
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Greygen chuckled, let her pull him to his feet. We ll see.
The Son s War finished here. They were stand-ing on the top of the wall
looking down at the weeds and grass on the outside. Zayura went on, I ve
been reading about it. Weeks of fighting right here, the first longguns and
other things, a terrible time. The
Healer and Hern Heslin were in that tower for a while. You see where it s all
black and crumbling?
Heslin was burnt near dead with vuurvis fire, but she brought him back. And it
was just after that when the glass dragons came and the Healer rode one of
them up there. Zayura pointed at the rugged granite wall rising more than a
hundred yards from the Valley floor. See that tall ragged looking tree?
That s Ser
Noris, he s still prisoned there, angry enough to chew nails if he had a
mouth. The Healer was up there for two hundred years, a lacewood tree growing
beside him, but a stranger came from nowhere, touched her and woke her. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]