why did Kudric flee?” “Oric found out I was tricking him. Maybe he tested a bottle. Who knows? He got knows? He got real poison from someone else.” Her voice became heavy with disgust. “When Oric decided to kill everyone, Kudric ran for it, the coward.” “Who planted the bomb? You?” “It wasn’t me!” she insisted. “Find a man named Vorkor, a chemistry student. He made Oric’s poisons and the bomb. We found out what he was doing, after the explosion.” She slumped. “You might as well consider me guilty. I want Alanora dead too. Just turn me in, and be done with it.” “Turning you in won’t me what I want.” “Which is?” “I want to meet the other people in your little conspiracy.” “So you can arrest them too?” “No, so I can make them a proposition.” Alanora worked in a side room of
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the Great Auditorium, one normally Auditorium, one normally used by clerks. It had only one door, and Grehn had two men stationed outside, on guard. She felt like a caged animal. But there were maintenance schedules to organize, and food to be distributed, and… as Grehn had said, she’d never get anything done if people kept trying to kill her. A smooth-running Caerelon had a chance at peace – and if guards were required, she’d live with them. When Beynor arrived, she was between meetings, relaxing with a drink and a pile of documents about food supplies. “I have a tale of conspiracy, irony, and incompetence to tell you,” he said. “I also know more about your father.” She sat back, and called to the guards. “We’ll be in private session. I’ll call if he tries to assassinate me.” Beynor assassinate me.”
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Beynor laughed and closed the door. Sytherek was past Tornaval, nearing the edge of the red mesa country, when he saw another dragon rapidly approaching from ahead. Even in the subdued light of a cloudy afternoon, she was magnificent – bright magenta highlights against polished copper, his eldest daughter, Myradda. “Father!” she exclaimed. 201 “Your mother is always sending people to find me!” Sytherek laughed. “Do I get lost so easily?” “We had a visitor at Crythamar,” Myradda said as she aligned her flight beside his. “I am not surprised. Tell me everything.” “A big blue-black dragon named Garthonnex arrived this morning, asking mother many questions. I don’t questions. I don’t think she likes him, and he wasn’t happy with the answers she gave. So he left.” “Where did he go afterward?” “Mother said you’d ask that question! Garthonnex went to visit someone named KhKhorrak.” Sytherek
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turned south quickly. “Return to your mother, and inform her that I will not be coming home yet. Tyreon is at risk.” “Why?” his daughter asked urgently. “KhKhorrak will tell Garthonnex about his recent conversation with me. Garthonnex will also learn from the turtle that Tohkay Ahtok has been investigating the kehklik. The See’ee’ah is in danger, because he knows too much about what Garthonnex has done.” “How is Tyreon in trouble?” “I told Tyreon to protect Tohkay, in a place where I saw no danger. Your brother is the product of my upbringing. He will upbringing. He will protect Tohkay. Tyreon is too young to fight an elder such as Garthonnex, but he will try.” “Would Garthonnex hurt or kill Tyreon?” “He might,” Sytherek said. “It is time you went home.” “I am coming,” Myradda said defiantly. “You are?” he asked, slightly amused. “Tyreon is
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my brother,” she said. “Mother told me to stay with you until you returned home.” She winked. Sytherek laughed. “Then let’s fly like we’ve never flown before. Today, you will learn something useful.” “What is that, father?” “That we can exceed our limitations. Come!” The Cloudwalker followed the river northwest. Dark, wild broadleaf forest bracketed the green waters; mountains lay to the northeast and east. The flight had been exceptionally 202 smooth; Norgrim 202 smooth; Norgrim was more relaxed than he’d been in weeks, enjoying the view. A flock of large white birds passed in front of the airship. His hat bumped against an overhead control, flipping a toggle. Swearing, he reached up and fixed it, keeping the left-front propeller from shutting down. It was not his normal hat; his favorite purple one was at Drakcaern, left behind in the flurry of events. In Caerelon’s library,
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he’d found a temporary replacement: A very nice brown hat with a tilted brim and a large black feather, perched on the bust of some fellow named Corleus. As a rule, people in Caerelon didn’t wear hats; the one in the library was an anachronism, worn by the first Warden to first Warden to have gone outside the mountain. When Alanora offered it to him, Norgrim was honored and didn’t hesitate. He liked hats. An unusual thud reached his ears from the main cabin. “Is everything all right back there?” he called out. There was no answer. He locked the controls, and strolled toward the back of the gondola. Between the rows of seats, someone lay on the floor. He rushed over, gently rolling the body face up. Tohmalla. Blood trickled from a bruise on her forehead. She was still breathing. Ripping a piece from his
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shirt, he folded it and applied it to the wound, holding it in place. “Vorkor!” he yelled. “Tohmalla’s been hurt. She must have fallen –” He heard footsteps, looked up, and saw the male human standing a dozen yards away, dozen yards away, holding something in one hand, smiling. With an almost casual move, Vorkor threw the object toward Norgrim. Norgrim, stood, pulled off his hat, and used it to snag the bottle from the air. Taking a look, he saw that it was a glass bottle, split into two sections containing different-colored liquids. “I was a flyball champion in my youth, you zekt!” Norgrim growled. Vorkor fumbled with a pouch on his belt, pulling out another bottle. “Oh no you don’t!” Norgrim took the bottle out of his hat and threw it at the man. Vorkor tried to catch it, failed, and burst into flames
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as the bottle shattered against his chest. Flames spread across the cabin floor. “Your army will never take Caerelon!” Vorkor yelled. He started to run around the deck, spreading the flames. “Oh spreading the flames. “Oh for the love of beer!” Norgrim said. He ran to the front of the cabin, pushing a blue button. Nothing. He pushed it again. Still nothing. Cursing himself for not checking the fire extinguishers, he pressed a different button, releasing one of the cabin doors. The airship wobbled slightly; air rushed into the gondola, fanning the flames. Vorkor laughed as he burned. 203 Norgrim charged, ramming his shoulder into the man’s midriff, knocking the chemist toward the open door. Vorkor teetered on the edge for a second, almost falling, yet grabbing the inside of the frame, cackling madly. The dwarf attacked, punctuating each word by driving a fist into Vorkor’s
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body. “There… is… no… “There… is… no… dwarven… army!” With the final word, Norgrim slammed his head against the other man. Vorkor went backward, lost his grip, and fell toward the forested hills below. Norgrim quickly patted out small flames in his beard. “What’s… going on?” Tohmalla’s unsteady voice said. “Vorkor tried to kill us,” said Norgrim. “No time! The control room! If you can!” He ran to the front of the ship. Tohmalla joined him, a bit wobbly. “We’re on fire,” she said dreamily. “No kidding,” Norgrim said. He started flipping switches right and left, turning dials. The Cloudwalker nosed down. “Are we crashing?” she asked. “No, we’re saving our asses.” He took one of her hands, putting it on a large red lever. “Lass, pull this when I say so. I need to manage the flight controls. When flight controls.
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When I say! Not before!” “What does it do?” “It opens all the doors in the main cabin. Hang on.” He pulled a knob, and the exits from the control room slammed shut. “We’re sealed in here now, lass. I apologize in advance if we die.” Norgrim brought the Cloudwalker over the river, and saw a long, wide stretch. The airship skimmed the water. “Now!” he yelled. Tohmalla pulled the red lever; the ship shuddered and bucked as Norgrim dropped the gondola into the river. Water sprayed across the windows, roaring; everything shook, and Norgrim worried that Tohmalla would lose her balance. She didn’t. “Now for the tricky part,” Norgrim said. He pushed the engines to full power; the furnace hummed violently. He turned the fans almost horizontal to the horizontal to the ground. With a dramatic shudder, the Cloudwalker lifted from the river, leaving a
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spray of water in its wake. As soon as the flight was stable, Norgrim opened the control room, and looked into the main cabin. Water sloshed around the room; a cool wind flowed in from the open doors. Black stains marked the walls and floor; the woodwork was damaged, probably beyond simple repair. The fires were out. “I’m too old for this much crazy,” Norgrim said. 204 The six boats moved too slowly for Kaylen’s comfort. Nothing could be done for it, of course; they sailed against the current, and the wind only blew so hard. blew so hard. He knew the logic, the math, and that knowledge did nothing to calm his impatience. An unbidden internal clock told him time was running out, but not for what. “If you keep pacing like that,” Jahsha said. “You’ll wear a hole in the deck. Don’t worry, I’m
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sure she’ll still be there when you get to Caerelon.” He chuckled. “I’m not worried about Alanora. Well, I am, but that’s not what’s making me twitchy. How close are we to the mills?” “Look.” She pointed. The tall shape of the mill and its water wheel was visible in the distance along the west bank. Kaylen was still amazed at how quickly Torin and his people had built facilities. The blacksmith had no love for Danelle’s heavy-handed tactics; Kaylen hoped Torin and his people would come people would come to Caerelon and help rebuild the village. If not, he at least wanted them to know what had transpired in recent days. “That’s odd,” Jahsha said. She was using her spyglass. “I don’t see anyone moving around. Looks quiet as a tomb. I don’t see any smoke from the smithy, either.” “Torin never turns off those
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forges,” said Kaylen. He whistled loudly. Hassakkor arrived from above, matching speed with the boat, hovering beside him. “Can you make a quick fly-over those buildings?” Kaylen asked. “Let me know how many people there are, and where.” The dragon nodded, and flew away. They watched him circle over the buildings a few times, and return. “I see no one in the open,” said Hassakkor. “I smell forty-seven, all in the tall building. Two armed men Two armed men stand at the door.” “Thank you,” said Kaylen, before cursing. “That’s a dozen people too many. How did they catch Torin off guard?” Jahsha shrugged. “I’ll bet they grabbed a kid or two. Easy enough, when no one’s expecting trouble. Once you’ve got a man’s family, you own him. Kaylen nodded. “Torin won’t risk their safety – and neither will we.” “I smelled one man that is
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familiar,” the dragon said. “I do not know his name, but he often accompanies the woman named Danelle.” “Her favorite boot-lick, Nogg,” said Jahsha with disgust. “We’re approaching the docks,” called a sailor. “I see someone coming to meet us.” 205 “Signal the other ships to keep moving,” Kaylen ordered. “We’ll stop and “We’ll stop and see what’s going on. Hassakkor, please, stay with the others.” The white ship slowed, and edged to the end of dock. Kaylen and Jahsha jumped off. Piles of cut lumber and stone sat nearby, under tarps, ready for transport. A figure came toward them from the direction of the mill. It was Omada, Torin’s wife. She walked quickly, casting glances toward the mill. “Hello!” Kaylen called. “It’s… it’s good to see you both,” she said, hesitantly “What’s wrong?” Jahsha asked. “Where is everyone?” “They’re fine. Just fine.” She looked again
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at the mill. “Uh… well, is there any reason you’ve stopped by? They’re… we’re very busy at the moment. I really should be getting back myself, you know.” Kaylen and Jahsha exchanged knowing glances. Omada was one of the most hospitable people most hospitable people they knew, always ready to chat or feed whoever came by. “There’ve been some unusual developments in Tornaval,” said Kaylen “We thought you might want to know what’s going on.” Omada shifted her feet nervously. “Oh! That. We know all about it Kaylen. Danelle has been so good to us… we don’t want to get involved. It would be best if you just moved on. Torin wants to keep things peaceful-like.” Jahsha was about the protest; Kaylen put a hand on her arm, and said, “That’s fine. Omada. We can talk later. Tell Torin I said hello, and that I understand.”
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Omada made her good-byes and hurried away. “They’re holding everyone, adults and children, in one place,” Kaylen said as they returned to the ship. “If we hit them too hard, who too hard, who knows what might happen. It’s too tight to risk using the dragons. Nogg knows that.” He sighed. “Damnit, it’s time we solved our own problems anyway.” Jahsha nodded. “So we get as many armed people as we can –” “No. A frontal assault will get hostages killed.” “Then what? We just leave them?” “No. I have a stupid plan.” A half hour later, Kaylen walked, alone, toward the mill, in the fading light of the day. He moved quickly, without hiding his presence. Sneaking wasn’t his plan. Of course, the plan he did have was somewhat… improvisational. And it relied on pissing someone off. 206 Kaylen entered the circle of
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buildings, calling of buildings, calling for Torin. He knew they didn’t have any crossbows; Jahsha had taken all of those to the dockyard, days before. Still, she might have missed one, or someone might throw a knife, or several people could charge him… “Torin isn’t available at the moment.” The voice was Nogg’s, who now appeared in the doorway of the mill, flanked by two others. “Go away, Kaylen. Your dragons can’t help you here.” “Who needs dragons?” Kaylen said. “I sent them away. It’s just me.” Nogg smiled. “I don’t believe you.” “Let these people go, Nogg. You know this is wrong.” “‘Wrong’ is selling out your race to monsters,” Nogg stated. “I’m here to keep you from taking what’s ours. Go away.” Kaylen brought his white sword to the ready. “You’re threatening unarmed adults and children. Come and children. Come on, Nogg,
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you’re old Navy! Surely there must be some honor left in you. Or has Danelle whipped it all out of you?” Nogg stiffly walked down the steps of the mill toward Kaylen. The other two men followed him. Kaylen just smiled. “Under section seven of the Maritime Acts, I demand that this dispute will be resolved by duel. You win, you’re rid of me. I win, your men agree to leave without hurting anyone.” Nogg shook his head. “Those laws died with Tramora.” “Laws are ideals we put on paper,” Kaylen replied. “What are your ideals? Are you an officer of the Navy, or one of Danelle’s toadies?” He saw the fire rise in Nogg’s eyes. The older man pulled his own sword, a long straight blade. “Let it be, then.” it be, then.” He looked back at the mill. “Sentinels! Should I die, release the
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prisoners unharmed and go back to Tornaval.” He turned his attention to Kaylen. “I always wondered what it would be like to fight the bashful hero of the Blue Isles.” “I’m no hero,” Kaylen said. “I never wanted to be one. I’m just doing what I have to do.” “As am I,” Nogg replied. White metal met grey steel. Night had come, and they fought in the light of two torches mounted on the front of the mill, casting long shadows. After a few moments, Kaylen had to admit that Nogg had greater technical skill – and a propensity for orthodox, text-book moves, perfectly executed, and very predictable. For several minutes, Kaylen played to Nogg’s comfort zone, looking for zone, looking for an opportunity to do something surprising. He misjudged one of Nogg’s feints, turned the wrong way, and received a cut across his left thigh.
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It staggered him for a moment; he managed a parry, and fell back. 207 “You’re getting weak,” Nogg said, wiping sweat from his face with a sleeve. Kaylen wobbled as blood ran down his leg. The tip of his sword dipped, wavering. Nogg charged; Kaylen spun at the last second, ducking under Nogg’s broad swing, spinning to slash his opponent hard, across the lower back. Nogg collapsed against a pile of logs, rolled, dropping his sword. “This wasn’t necessary,” Kaylen said, walking slowly toward the prone man. “Yes it was,” Nogg said as he died. Hearing movement, Kaylen Hearing movement, Kaylen looked to see several of Nogg’s men eyeing him. “He’s dead,” Kaylen said. “You heard him. Leave. Go home.” “I don’t think so,” said the biggest man. “This just means his job is open. Danelle will appreciate whoever brings you down, traitor.” “I’m so sick
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of that word,” Kaylen said. “So am I.” Jahsha stepped into the light, long knives in each hand. She was joined by two dozen others, dwarves and humans. “Unlike Kaylen, I don’t give a rat’s ass about rules,” she said. “If you hurt anyone else, I’ll personally make sure you each die very slowly, chewing on your own severed genitals. I suggest a hasty retreat.” The sentinels looked at each, and hurriedly disappeared up the road toward Tornaval. Kaylen’s leg gave out; he fell, heavily. “That was a “That was a stupid plan,” Jahsha said, rushing to his side. “It worked,” Kaylen groaned. “That’s all that matters.” People emerged from the mill. A huge man and Omada ran to Kaylen. “You didn’t get killed on my account, now did you?” asked Torin, kneeling beside the injured man. “Nope,” Kaylen replied. “I’m afraid I’ll live to do
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more stupid things.” Omada examined the cut on his leg, and bound it with her apron. “We’re going to need to put stitches in that,” she said, kissing him on the forehead. The next morning, Kaylen sat on the mill’s front porch, his injured leg stretched out. Dorna had come from the ships, bringing her collection of ointments and poultices, but they seemed only to convert pain to itching. At the moment, she sat next she sat next to him, along with Omada. “Why does it always have to be so hard?” Torin asked. He stood in the doorway, towering over everyone. “Hell if I know,” Kaylen said. “Maybe it gets easier someday.” Torin sighed. “We worked hard to build this place, damnit. I don’t want to give it up.” 208 “We’ll make sure your next place is permanent.” Several children ran past, chasing colorful insects.
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Their laughter put smiles on everyone’s faces. “What’s that?” Omada asked, pointing upward. “Norgrim?” Dorna asked eagerly. A great grey lozenge rode the sky to the south. “He’s a friend.” Kaylen said to Omada; the three words didn’t feel as tired as they had in the past. He leaned back, closed his back, closed his eyes, and hoped it was all over. Alanora stood, as she had for many minutes, in a cool, dry room, vaguely lit in blue, looking at her father. The cold room had once stored food for construction workers and dwarves as they carved Caerelon from the volcanic core. Now, the body of the city’s fallen Lord lay on top of a simple table, wrapped in an ornate cloth, only his head open to view. She found it comforting that his face had not been damaged by the long fall. She wanted
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the eyes to open, the mouth to speak comforting words, to be the man she’d known as a small child. This was not what she’d hoped for… the tears flowed, unbidden. “Alanora?” came Beynor’s voice. came Beynor’s voice. He’d left her alone for what felt like hours. “They’re here.” Turning away from her father, wiping her face dry, she saw a dozen people in the doorway, almost like ghosts in the off-color, pale light. They were men and women; she recognized some, and not others. “Tears?” one of them, a tall, balding man asked. She recognized him as Sonak, a former officer in the Watch, the man who had arrested and beaten Kaylen. Reports of his death in the riots had obviously been wrong. “He is my father,” Alanora said quietly and firmly. “You killed him.” “He killed himself.” “I love a good debate,” said Beynor.
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“Please, continue.” “What is there to discuss?” Alanora asked. “This isn’t about my father’s death, it’s about what all of you didn’t gain you didn’t gain from it. Kudric would have rewarded you all when he seized power. Only it didn’t happen that way, did it? Kudric died a coward’s death, and now none of you have anything.” Many in her audience looked uncomfortable, casting quick glances at each other. 209 “Kudric would have kept this city safe,” shouted Sonak. “He would have restored our traditions. You bring aliens and freaks into our midst, and break our people apart! You’ve sold our souls to the dragons that slaughtered our ancestors!” “I’m letting our people be more than they have been,” she said. “Dragons are no longer our enemies. We have new friends. Your soul is quite safe, I assure you.” “Lies!” “Believe what you
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you.” “Lies!” “Believe what you will,” Alanora said. “I offer amnesty to all of you, no questions asked. Go back to your lives, in peace. The killing must end, for everyone’s sake.” “How many have you killed?” Sonak asked sharply. “How much blood have you shed for your seat of power?” “I carry every death to my grave,” she shot back. “People have comfortable, pleasant lives because, sometimes, another person is willing to live with the nightmares, and do what is necessary. My nightmares will likely never end, but that’s small price to pay for the people of this city.” The people facing her were quiet. Finally, Sonak stepped forward, a short blade in his hand. “I’m unarmed,” she said, holding her arms wide. “Go ahead, kill me. If one more death brings peace to brings peace to Caerelon, then let’s have it!” Sonak
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charged her. He covered half the distance before his head separated from his shoulders; the body slumped, the head rolling into a corner; blood spattered darkly across the floor and a wall. Beynor wiped his blade on the dead man’s clothes. He smiled at Alanora grimly. “As you said, sometimes we do what’s necessary.” The others stood stunned. “This war is over,” said Beynor. “Come back to civilization, or remain barbarians to be exterminated. Your choice. Just remember: I’ll be the one hunting the barbarians.” He gently picked up Oric’s body from the table. “My lady, let’s put your father to rest.” The rebels parted as Beynor and Alanora walked through the door, watching as the pair disappeared in the murkiness of the tunnel. After some time After some time and conversation, they followed. Sonak’s body lay forgotten. For the first time, Jennur heard the whispered
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words clearly. Who do you serve? 210 “Who said that?” asked Lorka, leaning on his shovel. Sweat soaked his dirty robe and dripped from his forehead. They’d spent the day before moving old masonry and pieces of rubble from where they had spent the current day digging. The soil was sandy and gritty, fortunately dry; it was still grinding physical work, something he found distasteful. More than once, he’d considered quitting. The steely, intense look in the bishop’s eyes kept him digging. The other men looked at each looked at each other. “I dunno,” one of them said. “Kinda whispery, wasn’t it?” “What’s that?” another asked, pointing. The other four men scrambled out of the pit, leaving Lorka alone. He turned around to see what had frightened them. The dirt had slumped to reveal part of a heavy stone slab. Lorka’s damp skin reflected the flickering
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yellow-green glow emanating from runes and designs carved into pale white rock. He backed away, eyes wide. “Our work is almost done,” Jennur declared. “Uncover the stone!” The workers hesitated. “This is our salvation! Damn you, dig!” Who do you serve? Lorka and the other diggers dropped their tools and ran. Cursing their weakness, growling about fools, Jennur climbed into the pit, picked up one of the shovels, and attacked the dirt remaining with a madman’s intensity a madman’s intensity and fixation. Rivulets of sweat dripped into his eyes, stinging; a large splinter in his thumb was a momentary distraction. He pulled it out with his teeth, spit is aside, and continued his feverish excavation. Who do you serve? The whisper was louder this time, clearer. He stepped back, leaning on the shovel, breathing heavily. He’d cleared most of the slab’s face now. Who do you
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serve? “Humanity!” Jennur yelled. “I serve humanity!” A moment of silence. Jennur swayed, dizzy; his ears buzzed; his eyes ached. The sensation passed. The lighter grew brighter, moving quicker. The slab hummed, and then faded away, revealing the entrance to a large room, dark, yet lit with faint pools of brilliant color. Come to me. Jennur tossed the shovel away, and walked inside. His walked inside. His eyes adjusted quickly. The walls were lined with small alcoves, each containing a cluster of glowing crystals. Between the alcoves were glass-doored shelves. He examined one closely, and found it sealed with a 211 rubbery substance. Behind the glass, he saw books, unidentifiable objects, and containers of unknown substances. Come to me. Jennur continued walking the length of the room. The far end was illuminated by a single, pale, pure-green light. Shapes resolved into forms; it wasn’t until he
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was very close that a human figure became recognizable, seated in a large throne-like chair. Jennur stopped. Do not be afraid. Entranced, he stepped forward, examining the figure. Dried, clinging skin, wizened limbs, empty wizened limbs, empty eye sockets – it was a corpse, desiccated by the ages. Its right hand rested beside the chair, atop the dead figure of a large animal, some sort of reptile. Jennur’s attention, however, was captured by what the man-corpse held in its left fist – a tall, simple staff, the shaft smooth metal, the headpiece made from a single, large, glowing green crystal. As he stared at it, the crystal brightened. We have much to discuss, champion of humanity. Danelle sat at her table, eating an uninteresting meal, alone in her house. She couldn’t wish her loneliness away, nor could she banish the unwanted questions that nagged her. Someone
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knocked on the door. It was too late for casual visitors; it was too soon for Captain Nogg to Captain Nogg to have returned from his mission to the mills. For a moment, she considered ignoring whoever it was. They knocked again. “It’s late,” she called. “Come back in the morning.” “I am Bishop Ott,” came the familiar voice. “We must talk.” Sighing, she stood and opened the door. Jennur was dirty, dust and filth on his clothes, smudges on his face, the faint smell of earth around him. He held a tall staff, topped in a dull green crystal. She didn’t recognize it. “As I said, it’s late,” she told him, feeling uneasy. “Can this wait until morning, when you’ve had a chance to clean up?” “No, it cannot,” Jennur said firmly. He walked brusquely around Danelle, into her house. “You can’t –” “I will
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explain,” Jennur said firmly, talking over her. talking over her. “It is very important.” She slammed the door, prepared to vent all of her frustrations on the fanatic. “Something remarkable has happened,” he said, before she could start her diatribe. “I found a legacy from our ancestors.” 212 “That staff?” she said dismissively. “Not very fancy. So you found a pretty bauble for yourself. Congratulations. Is that worth disturbing my evening?” Jennur laughed lightly, yet it sent a chill down her spine. “You understand so little,” he said. “Tell me, magister: How old are you?” “What?” she asked. “I will explain,” Jennur said calmly. “How old are you?” “Forty one, if you must know,” she said, shifting uncomfortably in his gaze. When Captain Nogg returned from the mills, she’d have mills, she’d have Jennur and his acolyte… removed. “Older than optimal, but
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opened her eyes,
opened her eyes, and forced a smile. “I’m sorry to be a bother,” she said. “I don’t know if anything is wrong, but the baby doesn’t feel right.” Jahsha turned to Kaylen. “Can you find those priests and see if they’re useful for anything? You’ll find them just beyond the wreck, unless they’ve wandered off. There must be something they can do besides pray.” “On my way,” Kaylen said as he turned and started trotting down the beach. Just past the bow of the ferry, he found four people in colorful hooded robes, three sitting, facing each other, the other standing in their midst. They were all droning softly, the words indecipherable. Kaylen waited a few moments, and then said loudly, “We need a doctor. Do any of you have experience dealing have experience dealing with pregnancies?” The chanting stopped, and the standing figure turned to
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face Kaylen. In the shade of the hood, a thin face with bright eyes peered at Kaylen, in a manner that was reminiscent of an angry grey-and-purple dragon. “I am Bishop Jennur Ott, Rector of Rhysthyn Academy,” a gravelly voice said from beneath the eyes. The man pulled back the hood, revealing a wrinkled, bearded face, a 27 colorful triangle tattooed on his forehead. “We’re busy praying for guidance. Do not disturb us.” “We have a very pregnant woman who needs aid,” Kaylen stated. He addressed the seated monk in blue. “You’re part of the Kiran Order, right? Have you studied medicine?” The figure turned The figure turned its face up, toward Kaylen, and the hood slipped back, revealing a young woman, her bright blue eyes framed in a freckled face and wavy brown hair. “Yes, I have,” she said, slowly standing. “Zarah, stay!” Jennur snapped.
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“I am not
“I am not your pet,” the woman replied, with surprising force. Jennur grabbed Zarah’s arm, pulling her violently toward him. “I’ve forgiven your insolence too many times, child. Defy me again, and I’ll drag you before a tribunal – ” He stopped with a guttural noise. Kaylen’s sword pressed against his throat. “Let her go,” Kaylen said in measured tones. “Your tribunal is dead. And I don’t have time for puhtahks who hurt women.” Slowly, the bishop released Zarah’s arm. She walked quietly and deliberately away, not looking at either man. Kaylen pulled his sword pulled his sword away from the bishop, but held it ready. “You will regret this,” Jennur spit, rubbing his neck. “How dare you threaten me! May Simer the Just have mercy on you.” His sharp eyes tried to burn a hole into the sailor. “He already has,” Kaylen smirked. Without waiting
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for a reply,
for a reply, he followed the retreating blue monk. “You shouldn’t have done that,” the woman said as Kaylen caught up with her. “The bishop is a vindictive man. I do appreciate your gallantry, though.” She extended a hand toward Kaylen. He was surprised at the strength of her grip. “And your name is?” “Kaylen. Thanks for helping, Zarah.” “Show me the woman in distress, and I’ll do what I can.” “One problem solved,” Jahsha said, as she and Kaylen left Seedra’s resting left Seedra’s resting place, leaving Zarah to work quickly and soothingly. The pair neared the ferry; Kaylen saw that it was in worse shape than he’d expected. One side of the hull had collapsed inward, flattened against the sand; the keel was obviously broken in several places, the decks canted and twisted at troublesome angles. Many people were working to remove the cargo,
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which had all
which had all tumbled into a chaotic jumble. In one compartment, a pudgy man defiantly stood by two tangled wagons, arms crossed, chasing away anyone who approached. “Leave!” the man ordered as Kaylen and Jahsha approached him. “These are my goods, and you’ll keep your hands off of them, thank you very much.” 28 Jahsha ignored him, Jahsha ignored him, and walked to one of the damaged wagons, looking under its canvas covering. When the man moved to intercept her, Kaylen stepped between them. “I’ll report this to the highest authorities, you’ll see!” the man cried. “You can’t just poke about in a man’s possessions, you know. Not without consequences.” Jahsha whistled. “Jackpot,” she said. Reaching under the canvas, she pulled forth the stock of a crossbow. “Do you have all the parts for these? And quarrels?” “Put that back!” the man screeched. “Answer the question,”
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said Kaylen. “Mister…?”
said Kaylen. “Mister…?” “Yohan Andus, if you must know,” was the reply. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Your friend has no authority here. None.” “Actually, I do have authority,” Jahsha said. “Under the Maritime Acts, a duly registered ship’s captain has the right to declare right to declare martial law for the protection of people and goods.” “That applies to pirates,” Yohan said indignantly. “I obviously am not a pirate.” Jahsha pulled a black metal cross arm from the wagon and fitted it to the stock. Sighting the weapon, she said. “No, you’re probably not a pirate, but I wonder who was going to buy these. I don’t see any tax stamps.” She lowered the weapon, and her smile was not friendly. “How dare you! I am a legitimate business man.” “With a load of weapons in boxes marked ‘kitchen utensils’.” Yohan stammered, “Those
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are… uh… they…
are… uh… they… uh… were second hand crates. I was just saving a bit of cash, you know, maximizing my profits. I saw no need to change the labels.” “Uh-huh,” said Kaylen. “And now you’re going to profit by donating these to donating these to the local defense.” “How will I profit from that?” Yohan asked sourly. “I won’t throw you to the incoming army of carnivorous bugs.” “Ah,” Yohan said. “I see your point.” The journey was not a long one, particularly for a dragon. He’d made this flight many times, more often than anyone other than a dragon could count. For more than a hundred thousand days, he’d come to this place, and he was determined to return every day for eternity. He would never be able to go home, but he would always remember it. On this day, the ravaged mountain side lay
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blanketed in late
blanketed in late spring snow. Trees had grown in the talus, tall pines that looked black against the white and pale white and pale grey. Large black birds fluttered up 29 and away as the dragon slowly circled. He finally perched on a flat piece of granite that angled up from one side of the ruin. “Hello, my love,” Symurall said. He knew there was no life beneath the rocks – his people had searched and dug and pawed through the rubble, in a vain hope of finding his beloved Kahshiki. Even though they could not feel her presence, they had tried, until Symurall himself had finally ended the search. Now only he and Kyazura came here; other dragons avoided the area, unwilling to face a reminder of their potential mortality. “Humans have come again,” Symurall said, in a soft voice a
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soft voice he
soft voice he only used in this one place. “Cast on our shores by a disaster. Helpless.” He paused, and watched the clouds for a moment. “I am going to Sanctagora, to a gathering, to decide the fate of these newcomers. I wish you were here to guide me. The hatred still runs deep, dear one. Very deep.” He stretched out his feelings, his senses, and sought Kahshiki, knowing that he would not find her, just as he hadn’t found her uncounted times before. But he had to try. Giving up was not in his nature. “I know you would tell me to let go of the hate,” he said. “I do not know if I can.” After a while, he curled up, and went to sleep in the graveyard of his hopes and dreams. “Even with the “Even with the weapons that louse was hiding,
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we’re in trouble,”
we’re in trouble,” Jahsha said. “I doubt most of these people have ever held a sword, let alone a crossbow.” “At least crossbows are simple,” Kaylen replied. “We can start training people tomorrow.” “We’ll have a panic as soon as we tell them about the kehklik.” “We can’t build a fort in secret.” They walked to a nearby fire. With the arrival of dusk, people were gathering to cook fish. For a time, Kaylen stopped worrying about pending battles, and enjoyed casual conversation with strangers. As the evening darkened, his disquiet grew with each friendly person he met. These weren’t soldiers or adventurers – they were shopkeepers, farmers, merchants, and even members of a traveling orchestra. a traveling orchestra. So many questions; he wondered where the answers would come from. He felt a pair of eyes regarding him. He’s noticed the eyes before, several times during
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the day, almond-shaped
the day, almond-shaped grey ones, belonging to a tall, slender, dark woman with wild black hair. Normally, he’d have taken her attention as a compliment, but something about her was unsettling. 30 “If you’re going to stare at me, at least say hello,” he finally said to her. The woman continued watching him, a slight movement of her eyes the only sign she’d heard him. “She can’t answer you,” Jahsha said. “She’s mute.” The woman held a hand over her throat, and nodded. “We found her just west of here, late of here, late last night, walking along the beach,” Jahsha continued. “She’s been a godsend, voice or no voice. The water collector over there was her idea; we’d have run out of fresh water without it.” “Thank you,” Kaylen said to the dark woman. She gave Kaylen a hard look before jumping up and disappearing
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into the darkness.
into the darkness. Jahsha left moments later, called away by Fennric to deal with issues aboard her ship. Kaylen leaned back, wishing he could see the stars. Momentarily, he thought he saw a dragon-like form move across the near-black clouds. He wondered which dragon it was. Sunrise warmed Symurall, and he awoke to the squawking of black birds. He’d dreamt of Kahshiki, as he always did. After a stretch, he a stretch, he said good-bye to her, and flew southwest until he reached the wetlands of Dybwood. There he found a herd of large herbivores, several of which became his breakfast. After that, he slowly drifted south, coasting on strong thermals blowing down the great valley. Even at that leisurely pace, he would be early for the gathering, as intended. As the one who had called the meeting, it was his duty to thank the others
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for coming, and
for coming, and set the tone for their discussions. As he flew, blue-green swamp became lake country, which evolved into dry hills around a high, vast plateau. At the northern end of the heights lay the ruin of a city, still called Sanctagora by the dragons who now used it for their own purposes. Symurall had seen humans build the humans build the city; he had watched it grow, becoming a great center of learning, including the arts of magic. Then he’d burned it to the ground, utterly blasting the place into rubble, in an act of self-preservation and revenge. Soon after, the kehklik had come, wiping away the survivors… now the city was an empty memorial to rash actions, the nexus of protocol. In the great town square, surrounded by the rubble of their mistake, the dragons would meet and talk and decide. Symurall landed
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next to a
next to a magnificent – but dry – fountain. Nearby, an old yellow-white dragon rested atop the remains of a broken building. “It is good to see you, Symurall,” said Voranytchi, an honored elder who was twice Symurall’s age. “I hear we have momentous events to discuss.” He chuckled deeply. He chuckled deeply. “Later, 31 maybe I can share my latest poem with you. I believe it rivals your father’s best work. Oh – someone is waiting for you.” “Indeed,” Symurall replied. He’d already sensed the other dragon. “I was on my way home,” Sytherek said as he emerged from behind a building. “One of Kyazura’s brood intercepted me, and told me of the meeting here. I should have anticipated the need for such a gathering. You and I have an opportunity to talk, before the others arrive.” Symurall shook his head. “No. We do not
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make such decisions
make such decisions alone, or even in pairs. We wait for the gathering.” “I disagree, brother,” Sytherek replied. “You and I suffered immeasurable losses suffered immeasurable losses at the hands of those fiends. The others do not understand.” Symurall’s eyes smoldered, his tail slowly swishing behind him like a giant, angry snake. “No, they cannot,” he said. “We will still wait for the others.” “As you wish,” Sytherek replied. The grey-and-purple dragon curled up, appearing to sleep. Symurall and Voranytchi watched, silent. Kaylen walked among dunes, accompanied by laughing birds. The morning had not gone well. After an early breakfast, the survivors had gathered to discuss what needed to be done. At Jahsha’s insistence, he’d told his story to the crowd, leaving out distracting details and focusing on the imminent kehklik threat. It was painfully obvious that many people did not believe the tale;
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others the tale;
others the tale; others were frightened, and a few seemed indifferent, almost bored. In frustration, he’d simply walked away, until he could no longer hear raised voices. Unable to be aimless, he chose to explore the perimeter of the camp, studying the lay of the land. The line of sand hills was backed by open scrubland. Standing atop a fallen tree trunk, he scanned the area with satisfaction. The kehklik wouldn’t be able to move on the camp without being seen. At least he would know the enemy was coming. The world was quiet. Suddenly quiet. The birds were gone. He spun, sword drawn, scanning for trouble. The log beneath him shifted slightly. 32 Sand erupted with a shriek. with a shriek. Kaylen shielded his face while slashing wildly; his blade glanced off a hard object, then connected and dug into something substantial. Pulling
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his blade free,
his blade free, one eye clear, he aimed for what seemed to be its head. The kehklik collapsed and twitched in a pool of smelly orange blood. Catching his breath, Kaylen shook the rest of the sand from his face and examined his attacker. It was certainly a kehklik, with the same insane head as the one that haunted his nightmares – but this creature was different. It was smaller, with more legs, arrayed along the side its body. The overall shape was long and narrow, almost worm-like. Two huge pincers graced its face. Burrowers, he said to himself. Tohkay had mentioned them. He started back toward the encampment, focusing on the focusing on the ground, looking for any movement. An odd noise, like the buzz of a bee, suggested that looking up might be a good idea. He did. Three shapes rapidly flew toward him.
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Pale shapes, difficult
Pale shapes, difficult to see against the sky. They were not birds. Kaylen quickly sought any shelter, and saw none. “Damn you!” he called out, readying his blade. He hoped they would dive to attack him. If they could hit him from the air… he cursed himself for leaving camp without a crossbows. A flier bleated and spun into the ground, a long arrow protruding from its side. A second suffered a similar fate to the first. The remaining one dove at Kaylen, spitting. He jerked his head aside, and his cheek burned. A sweep of his blade severed one of severed one of the creature’s legs, but didn’t slow it down. Climbing, the kehklik turned to make another pass at Kaylen; again it spat, and a black, tarry glob splashed against his leg. The cloth smoldered. Before he could swing, the attacker flew up and
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circled away. “Get
circled away. “Get down!” a female voice called out. Kaylen dropped flat on his stomach as the kehklik came at him again. He heard the twang of a bow, and barely had time to cover his face as the sand in front of him erupted. After a second, he opened his eyes, and saw a kehklik’s head only inches away, an arrow through one of the mirrored eyes. “You can get up now,” the woman said. “They’re dead.” He slowly rose to his feet and saw the “mute” woman kneeling “mute” woman kneeling nearby, examining the body of a kehklik. She’d changed clothes since he’d last seen her, into brown leather and dark cloth, a large quiver on her back, a long, thin black bow in her hand, a short sword and knife hanging from her waist. “You don’t have two or three days,” she said.
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Her pronunciation of
Her pronunciation of Erashi was odd, the vowels too aspirated, the constants clipped sharply. “Tonight. They’ll be here tonight.” She looked at him. “The correct response to having your life saved is ‘thank you’, by the way.” 33 The sand around her feet exploded. The jaws of a burrower clamped around her calf; Kaylen lodged his sword in its skull, pinning it to the ground. Its jaws sprang Its jaws sprang open. The woman pulled away, cursing loudly. “Now we’re even,” Kaylen said, twisting his blade, just to be certain it was dead. “So who are you, and why didn’t Norgrim tell me about you?” “My name is Alanora,” she said. She pulled an arrow from a dead kehklik and returned it to her quiver. “Norgrim is just keeping my secrets.” “Like your ability to speak?” “If I’d have spoken, people would have known I wasn’t
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one of you.”
one of you.” “You’re the one who was watching me at the dragon’s lair.” “Yes.” She searched the horizon. “We’ve just bumped into a probing party.” “Symurall said we had several more days before the kehklik attacked.” “Dragons are arrogant,” she said bitterly. “They just think they know everything.” “Symurall doesn’t know about you, does he?” She gave Kaylen She gave Kaylen a pointed look. “No, he doesn’t. I intend to keep it that way.” Her grim smile returned. “I was thinking about going home, to let my people know you’re here.” “So why help me?” She shrugged. “Habit, I guess. I hate seeing people die to these things.” “What now?” “I could go on my way,” Alanora said. “I know that’s what my father would want me to do.” A dark smile crossed her face. “Be thankful I’m not my father.” Tohkay scampered down the
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tower stairs and
tower stairs and into the library. “A dragon is coming,” he said. “One of Kyazura’s brood.” Norgrim put down his book and pulled on his boots. “Can’t a dwarf get some peace for reading?” He sighed and stood up. “Well, let’s go “Well, let’s go see who it is.” A young blue dragon alighted in the courtyard, and took a long drink from the fountain. It looked at Norgrim with apparent amusement. “I stopped for refreshment,” the dragon said, in deep but lovely female tones. “My name is Arrokka, daughter of Kyazura and Karfegren. Unless I am mistaken, you are Norgrim and Tohkay. I have seen you in our caverns from time to time.” “In the flesh,” Norgrim said. “And to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” “I take news to my mother.” She stretched her wings. 34 “What news?” The dragon pondered
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for a moment.
for a moment. “It likely does not affect you. The kehklik army is kehklik army is many miles from here, and appears interested only in the humans at the seashore.” “Kehklik army?” Norgrim and Tohkay asked in unison. “Yes. My mother tasked several of us with watching for unusual activity near the humans. The army…” Norgrim interrupted. “How many? Where?” “You are quite impertinent. Several hundred kehklik, in four columns, ten leagues from the humans. I did not take time for an exact count.” “That makes no sense,” Tohkay stated. “The kehklik shouldn’t be ready to attack yet.” Norgrim started swearing loudly in Dwarven. “The volcanic eruptions! Earthquakes! The kehklik started hatching warriors the moment they felt the first tremors. They’ve got a three day head-start. Kaylen won’t be ready for this.” “I wish you good fortune,” Arrokka said. “I must hurry to my
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mother.” Norgrim growled
mother.” Norgrim growled something mother.” Norgrim growled something long, low, and definitely draconian. Arrokka stood still for a moment, then said, “Your pronunciation is somewhat lacking, but the message is clear. My mother taught you that?” “Yes she did. I’m collecting on a very old personal debt.” “Norgrim, what can you do?” Tohkay exclaimed. “One dwarf isn’t going to make any difference. The kehklik will overwhelm the humans. Perhaps Kaylen will escape…” Norgrim walked over to Arrokka. “I will do what one dwarf can do,” he said, stroking the dragon’s neck. “I don’t need a damned committee to tell me my morals. Tohkay! Bring me my staff. Then, my girl, I need a ride.” Moments later, Tohkay watched the young dragon lift up and away with her dwarven cargo. Kaylen wiped the Kaylen wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked across the deck
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He chuckled deeply.
He chuckled deeply. “Later, 31 maybe I can share my latest poem with you. I believe it rivals your father’s best work. Oh – someone is waiting for you.” “Indeed,” Symurall replied. He’d already sensed the other dragon. “I was on my way home,” Sytherek said as he emerged from behind a building. “One of Kyazura’s brood intercepted me, and told me of the meeting here. I should have anticipated the need for such a gathering. You and I have an opportunity to talk, before the others arrive.” Symurall shook his head. “No. We do not make such decisions alone, or even in pairs. We wait for the gathering.” “I disagree, brother,” Sytherek replied. “You and I
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suffered immeasurable losses
suffered immeasurable losses at the hands of those fiends. The others do not understand.” Symurall’s eyes smoldered, his tail slowly swishing behind him like a giant, angry snake. “No, they cannot,” he said. “We will still wait for the others.” “As you wish,” Sytherek replied. The grey-and-purple dragon curled up, appearing to sleep. Symurall and Voranytchi watched, silent. Kaylen walked among dunes, accompanied by laughing birds. The morning had not gone well. After an early breakfast, the survivors had gathered to discuss what needed to be done. At Jahsha’s insistence, he’d told his story to the crowd, leaving out distracting details and focusing on the imminent kehklik threat. It was painfully obvious that many people did not believe
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on the opposite
on the opposite bank, whence runs a fine piece of the old city wall up the hill to another and larger tower, in better preservation, on the summit. Then we next passed the very extensive works of Messrs. J. and J. Colman, and below them innumerable stacks of choice wood, out of which the boxes to contain the mustard, etc., are made. [Picture: Bishop s Bridge] [Picture: Boom Tower] \ You speak of this as the Wensum,\ said Wynne; \ I thought it was the Yare.\ \ This river is the Wensum, but this smaller stream coming in on the right is the true Yare, and from this point the united river takes the name of the Yare. This spot is called Trowse Hythe, and half a mile up it, where
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there is a
there is a mill, was once a famous spot for smelts, where they were caught by large casting nets, used at night by torch-light, but the town sewage has effectually spoiled the smelting. The pool below the New Mills was also a place where the smelts were caught in large numbers, but it is not so good now.\ [Picture: Thorpe Gardens] Presently we came to Thorpe, where a bend of the river has been cut off by two railway bridges, and a straight new cut made for the navigation. We took the old river, and Wynne was charmed with the view which then unfolded itself. The long curve of the river was lined on the outer bank by picturesque houses, with gardens leading to the water s edge, while behind them rose a well-wooded bank. In the autumn
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of 1879 this
of 1879 this reach was found to be swarming with pike, and it speedily swarmed with anglers, who had generally good sport until, apparently, all the pike were caught. At intervals since, there have been similar immigrations of pike to this reach when tides unusually high or salt drive the fish up from the lower reaches. At the lower end of the reach is a favourite resort on summer evenings, a waterside inn, known as Thorpe Gardens, where we pulled up. Here there are also boat-letting stations, where cruising yachts can be hired. CHAPTER II. Just through the bridge, {29} we joined the main river again, and noticed several yachts moored against the bank, amongst which was ours. Wynne stepped on board, curious to inspect a Norfolk yacht, and he freely
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of captured officers of the Ile-Rien army as after-dinner entertainment, and the bounty he had offered for Queen s Guardsmen was enough to support a well-to-do merchant family for a year. \ Yes, I particularly enjoyed that one.\ The older lieutenant spread the letter out on the table to examine the signature. \ It s a good forgery. I d think there were some truth to it if I didn t know you were too proper a gentleman to stand in line with the good countess s grooms and lackeys. I expect it s a lucky thing the Dowager thinks so too.\ \ It s hardly luck. If Ravenna had asked me if I d actually slept with the countess, I would ve had to tell her I honestly couldn t remember. Most of the court
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ladies are starting
ladies are starting to look alike to me.\ Thomas and Ravenna had not been lovers for more than a year, since her health had first begun to fail, and she knew that he had had other women since then. It hadn t changed anything between them; their relationship had passed that point long ago. The only woman she would have objected to was Falaise. Not too many years ago palace coups had ignited as quickly as fires in a dry summer; Ravenna could not afford to have the man who commanded her guard become attached to a daughter-queen who in many ways was still an unknown quantity, and who one day might like to rid herself of a dominating mother-in-law. But even though the letters had failed in their purpose, they were an annoyance at a time when Ravenna
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needed him free
needed him free to help her, and not constantly guarding his own back. Thomas tapped the packet. \ This was done by someone who doesn t know Ravenna.\ Lucas nodded. \ Someone who doesn t realize how little she appreciates people who trouble with her personal…\ He paused and his mouth quirked. \ Matters.\ Thomas strongly suspected his friend had been about to say \ affairs.\ He let it pass and said, \ It s more the sort of thing that would work with Roland. I wonder if our anonymous schemer plans to try it.\ If some disgruntled courtier also tried to drive a wedge between Roland and his cousin Denzil in this manner, Thomas wished him luck, but it was far more likely this asinine trick was the brainchild of one of the
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Duke of Alsene s cronies. Inspired by a few casually dropped hints by Denzil himself, of course. Lucas looked thoughtful. \ I wonder if it s been tried already.\ \ I d think the screams would have been audible even over on this end of the court. But there s no way to be certain.\ \ Surely Renier, the ideal of perfect knighthood, would know.\ Thomas snorted. As the ideal of perfect knighthood, Renier was not without flaws. He was a skilled swordsman but tended to depend too much on his weight and size, using his greater strength to bowl over smaller opponents. This technique had some merit: there were many men who unwisely dueled with the Preceptor of the Albon Knights only to end with his footprints down their
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said her hostess. \
said her hostess. \ Yes, yes, you naughty woman. Well, they say this handsome fellow is there whenever the husband is out, and a pock-marked red-headed boy (some say their son) is there to watch the pretty wife, and their name is St. Clair.\ Sensation! At this moment a pin is ran into the arm of the breathless narrator. \ Oh, mercy!\ she cried, looking around discovering the boy Noah St. Clair, whom every one had forgotten seated on a footstool behind her, who said vengefully, indicating by a gesture Mrs. St. Clair and himself, \ That s our name; it s us.\ CHAPTER VI. 54 \ Gracious, Mrs. Gower, what have I done? Pardon me, I
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was under the impression that this lady s name was Cobbe. I don t know how I got things muddled; I thought she was some relative of our Mr. Cobbe.\ \ Never mind, dear; I should have introduced you; don t apologize; there are other St. Clairs in Toronto than my friends.\ \ I don t mind it in the least,\ purred the pretty doll; \ some one is always talking about me. Women are jealous of my complexion and all my admirers; but I think my name is prettier than Cobbe.\ \ Yet tell my name again to me, am always here at beauty s call,\ said Mr. Cobbe, hearing his name on entering with the other gentlemen. \ You, as a Bona Dea, have been
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our toast, Mrs.
our toast, Mrs. Gower,\ said Buckingham, quietly, as he sank into a chair near her own. \ And my inclinations, I hope,\ she said, laughingly, \ with no saving clause as to their being virtuous.\ \ I appeal to your memory of the Antiquary, Mrs. Gower; could any man living toast you as the Rev. Mr. Battergowl did Miss Grisel Monkbarns?\ \ I don t know; perhaps some would desire to make a proviso.\ \ Then they would err; I should give a woman of your stamp any length of line.\ \ Thank you; your confidence would not be misplaced, when in honor bound I have ever felt as though I did not belong to myself.\ \ I should judge
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so; underlying your
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from Mason & Risch, I see.\ Having arranged a table at whist and euchre, Mrs. Gower seated herself to enjoy the entrancing music, while looking over some photographs to amuse the boy Noah St. Clair, but it was not to be, for the voice of Mr. Cobbe said in her ear: \ This won t do; you must come to the library with me; I have not had a single word with you all evening, and am, as you are aware, an uninvited guest.\ \ Why invite you, Philip? Alas! there is invariably discord with your presence,\ she says sadly, in the lowest of tones, moving away from the curious gaze of the boy. \ Sit here, Elaine, if you positively refuse to leave the room with me,\ he said
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excitedly, indicating a
excitedly, indicating a tete-a-tete sofa not within ear-shot of her guests, managing to detain her until, the hours creeping on apace, freighted CHAPTER VI. 55 with the music of soft laughter, and ravishing songs without words by the skilled performer, Mr. Buckingham, when pretty Mrs. Dale s sweet voice is heard, as she rises from the table, saying triumphantly: \ Win! of course we won. Why, Mr. Dale will tell you, Mr. Smyth, that in our card circle at New York, mine is dubbed the winning hand. \ \ Indeed! no wonder at our good fortune. Congratulate us, Mrs. Gower; we won three straight games, all by reason of the admirable forethought of my partner,\ cried Smyth, exultantly.
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the very usefulness
the very usefulness of it bores me. And besides, many people take me for a sweep.\ \ I dare say they do, for unfortunately many people are fools. But I am bent upon adventure. It has dawned upon me that every day has its possibilities, that the right turn at any corner may bring me face to face with the most stirring encounters. My age protects me where youth must timidly turn back. My physician pronounces me good for ten years more of active life, and I intend to keep amused. If I were a young man like you, I should crawl through chimneys no more, but take to the open road. I resent the harsh clang of these meaningless years. As I walked among the hills that lie behind the Manor this morning I heard the bugles calling. Out
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there in the
there in the Avenue at this hour there are miles of fat dowagers in padded broughams who think of nothing but clothes and food. And speaking of food,\ she continued, with a droll turn, \ I am convinced that the caviare in that sandwich was never nearer Russia than Casco Bay.\ She drew out her watch, and noting the hour, concluded:– \ Clearly we have much in common. I should like to ask you further as to your unusual profession, but errands summon me elsewhere. However, something tells me we shall meet again.\ She rose in her swift bird-like fashion and passed lightly down the room and through the door. She had left a dollar beside her plate to pay her check, which I noted called for only forty cents. I glanced at the
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cashier s desk. The
cashier s desk. The aureoled head had not reappeared; but immediately I heard a voice murmuring beside me. I had believed myself alone, and in my surprise I thought some wizardry had made audible one of the verses on the wall. \ What of Rafael s sonnets, Dante s picture\ — It was she whose aureoled head I had marked earlier in the receipt of custom, the girl who had vanished as Miss Hollister appeared. She wore the snowy vestments of the other attending vestals, with the difference that the cap that crowned the waitresses was omitted in her case. This I took to be the Asolando s tribute to her adorable head, which clearly did not need the electric light or other adventitious aid to invoke its lovely glow. The line she had spoken hung goldenly
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upon the air.
upon the air. She was not tall, and her eyes, I saw, were brown. She had clearly not climbed far the stairway of her years, but her serenity was the least bit disconcerting. \ Pardon me,\ I began, \ but I am an ignorant Philistine, and cannot cap the verse you have quoted.\ \ There is no reason why you should do so. It is the rule of the Asolando that we shall attract the attention of customers when necessary by speaking a line of verse. We are not allowed to open a conversation, no matter how imperative, with Listen, or the even more vulgar Say. \ \ A capital idea, of which I heartily approve, but now that I am a waiting auditor, eager\ — \ It s
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merely the check,
merely the check, if you please,\ she interrupted coldly. \ My desk is closed, and the Room will refuse further patrons for the next hour, as the executive committee of the Shelley Society meets here at four o clock and the Asolando is denied to outsiders.\ \ This, then, is my dismissal? The lady who joined me here for a time left a dollar, which, you will see, is 13 somewhat in excess of her check. My own charge of fifty cents is so moderate that I cannot do less than leave a dollar also.\ \ Thank you,\ she replied, unshaken by my generosity. \ The tips at the Asolando all go to the Sweetness and Light Club, which is
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of our being.
of our being. This aspect of creation brings about the eventual completeness of everything established by the “All.” To understand creation in terms of elemental structures, and the developmental/evolutionary processes which govern them, it is important to realize that: 1) There are 144,000 stages of existence; 2) There are nine divisions of each stage; and 3) For each of these nine divisions, there are eight phases of transitional harmonic frequency which produce the impetus for evolution within each and every dimension of the universe. Actually there is one phase per division for the first eight. The ninth division is one of transformation, wherein elemental structures undergo all eight phases again. The aspects of the impetus produced, may be described thusly: Phase-1: Frequency signature acquisition. We each possess our own unique signature, which changes throughout our evolutionary transitions. Phase-2: Pitch adjustment of the morphogenetic
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seed crystals.
seed crystals. This is a slight alteration resulting from the activity in Phase-1. The seed crystals provide attunement between the morphogenetic/auric field, and the Sound Current. Phase-3: Speed-up in the vibratory frequency of the Morphogenetic chakras/hvels. This provides the frequency requirements for ascension from one elemental state of existence, to another. Phase-4: Speed-up in the vibratory frequency of the soul essence/Hamingja. Phase-5: Speed-up in the vibratory frequency of the mental body. Phase-6: Speed-up in the frequency of the causal body. Phase-7: speed-up in the frequency of the astral body. Phase-8: Structural development of the DNA Template/Lower Etheric Energy Matrix (Hamr). As I noted earlier, Runic Cosmology follows the Code as the actualization of creation, structure, and evolution; then the process (as intended) establishes the elements of existence. Unknown to modern-day scientists, is the fact that
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there exists 540
there exists 540 elements, which in various combinations, as we know, produce molecular structures of gases, liquids and solids. Ultimately, we experience the elements in terms of earth, air, fire and water. Obviously, these four divisions do not depend on specific elements for their existence. In other words, we are not going to find certain elements, such as hydrogen or chromium in one of the divisions, and never find it in one of the others. Earth, air, fire and water simply describe the form that elements may take. Those in the form of large molecular structures are said to constitute the earth element. Those in the form of smaller molecular structures (also known as colloids), are said to constitute the water element when dispersed in water. Hydrogen and oxygen combined, however, form the water element themselves-but only when a catalyst, such as a
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high voltage spark,
high voltage spark, or palladium is introduced. Those elements that form gases, are of the air element; but what about fire? Fire is a rapid chemical chain reaction. Essentially, we are talking about oxidation, where an element’s atoms lose electrons in reaction to being combined with oxygen. Therefore, while earth, air, and water constitute relatively stable forms that elements may take, fire is not stable in the least bit. It constitutes an elemental form that is in constant flux; it is a transitional form by which action, the earth forms are converted into the air forms. It is common to find systems where in each of the four elemental designations is embodied by a particular Rune. As I have discussed elsewhere, however, the Runes cannot be compartmentalized in such a strict manner. Each one, in fact, embodies all the elements, and will express one
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handbook or guide to the Broads and Rivers, I thought it a good idea, in that enquirers might, by buying such a book, save themselves the trouble of writing to me, and getting necessarily short and inadequate replies. I am afraid, however, the guide-book style is rather beyond me, and I shall be most at home if I try to convey the requisite information by describing one of the numerous cruises in which I have sailed as guide to those friends who have trusted their holidays to my care, and I will select one lasting but a fortnight, during which time we covered most of the available ground. Before doing so, a few words, descriptive of the situation of these rivers and lakes, will not be amiss. From Yarmouth, looking inland, three main water-highways radiate. The chief is
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the Yare, flowing
the Yare, flowing from the westward; then comes the Bure, flowing from the north-westward, and having her large tributaries, the Ant and the Thurne, flowing from the northward. From the south-west come the clear waters of the Waveney. All these rivers are navigable for considerable distances, and on the Bure and its tributaries the greater number of the Broads are situate. These Broads are large shallow lakes, connected with the rivers, and are many of them navigable. Flat marshes follow the lines of the rivers, and while higher and well-wooded ground rises near the upper portions of the rivers, near the sea the country is perfectly flat, and vessels sailing on all three rivers are visible at the same time. The level of the marsh is frequently below that of the rivers, and at the outlet of each main drain
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is a drainage pump,
is a drainage pump, or turbine wheel, sometimes worked by a windmill, and sometimes by steam, which pumps the water out of the drains into the rivers. The fall of the river is about four inches to the mile. The ebb and flow of the tide are felt for thirty miles inland, but its rise and fall are very little indeed. There are no impediments to navigation of any consequence, so it may be imagined what a \ happy hunting ground\ this is to the boat-sailor, the naturalist, and the angler. [Picture: Decorative end divider] [Picture: Decorative header divider] II. II. DOWN THE YARE. NORWICH TO REEDHAM. 8 [Picture:
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your home, where
your home, where your father and mother spoke so pleasantly, and where you and all your sweet children made such a delightful noise. Nay, how lonely the old man is!–do you think that he gets kisses? do you think he gets mild eyes, or a Christmas tree?–He will get nothing but a grave.–I can bear it no longer!\ 7 \ You must not let it grieve you so much,\ said the little boy; \ I find it so very delightful here, and then all the old thoughts, with what they may bring with them, they come and visit here.\ \ Yes, it s all very well, but I see nothing of them, and I don t know them!\ said
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the pewter soldier, \ I cannot bear it!\ \ But you must!\ said the little boy. Then in came the old man with the most pleased and happy face, the most delicious preserves, apples, and nuts, and so the little boy thought no more about the pewter soldier. The little boy returned home happy and pleased, and weeks and days passed away, and nods were made to the old house, and from the old house, and then the little boy went over there again. The carved trumpeters blew, \ trateratra! there is the little boy! trateratra!\ and the swords and armor on the knights portraits rattled, and the silk gowns rustled; the hog s-leather spoke, and the old chairs had the gout in their legs and rheumatism in their
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backs: Ugh!–it was
backs: Ugh!–it was exactly like the first time, for over there one day and hour was just like another. \ I cannot bear it!\ said the pewter soldier, \ I have shed pewter tears! it is too melancholy! rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! it would at least be a change. I cannot bear it longer!–Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one s old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the drawers. \ I saw you all over there at home so distinctly, as if you really were here; it was again that Sunday morning; all
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you children stood before the table and sung your Psalms, as you do every morning. You stood devoutly with folded hands; and father and mother were just as pious; and then the door was opened, and little sister Mary, who is not two years old yet, and who always dances when she hears music or singing, of whatever kind it may be, was put into the room–though she ought not to have been there–and then she began to dance, but could not keep time, because the tones were so long; and then she stood, first on the one leg, and bent her head forwards, and then on the other leg, and bent her head forwards–but all would not do. You stood very seriously all together, although it was difficult enough; but I laughed to myself, and then I fell off the table, and
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there will be
there will be no way in which our bankers can get gold from America. No–at that time, Germany will be no place for strangers.\ Stewart listened incredulously, for all this sounded like the wildest extravagance. He could not believe that business and industry would fall to pieces like that–it was too firmly founded, too strongly built. \ What I have said is true, sir, believe me,\ said the little man, earnestly, seeing his skeptical countenance. CHAPTER II \ One thing more–have you a passport?\ \ Yes,\ said Stewart, and tapped his pocket. \ That is good. That will save you trouble at the frontier. Ah, here is your baggage. Good-by, sir, and a safe voyage to your most fortunate country.\
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13 A brawny porter shouldered the two suit-cases which held Stewart s belongings, and the latter followed him along the hall to the door. As he stepped out upon the terrace, he saw drawn up there about twenty men–some with the black coats of waiters, some with the white caps of cooks, some with the green aprons of porters–while a bearded man in a spiked helmet was checking off their names in a little book. At the sound of Stewart s footsteps, he turned and cast upon him the cold, impersonal glance of German officialdom. Then he looked at the porter. \ You will return as quickly as possible,\ he said gruffly in German to the latter, and returned to his checking. As they crossed the Domhof
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and skirted the rear of the cathedral, Stewart noticed that many of the shops were locked and shuttered, and that the street seemed strangely deserted. Only as they neared the station did the crowd increase. It was evident that many tourists, warned, perhaps, as Stewart had been, had made up their minds to get out of Germany; but the train drawn up beside the platform was a long one, and there was room for everybody. It was a good-humored crowd, rather inclined to laugh at its own fears and to protest that this journey was entirely in accordance with a pre-arranged schedule; but it grew quieter and quieter as moment after moment passed and the train did not start. That a German train should not start precisely on time was certainly unusual; that it should wait for twenty minutes beyond tv lcd 19

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years old when the family arrived in Denmark, does not appear to have prospered as well as his father. He learned the trade of linen and damask weaving, and established a modest business of his own at Slangerup, a town in the northern part of Sjælland and close to the famous royal castle of Frederiksborg. At the age of thirty-eight he married a young peasant girl, Karen Sørendatter, and built a modest but eminently respectable home. In this home, Thomas Kingo, the future hymnwriter, was born December 15, 1634. It was an unusually cold and unfriendly world that greeted the advent of the coming poet. The winter of his birth was long remembered as one of the hardest ever experienced in Denmark. The country s unsuccessful participation in the Thirty Year s War had brought on a depression that threatened

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its very existence as a nation; and a terrible pestilence followed by new wars increased and prolonged the general misery, making the years of Kingo s childhood and youth one of the darkest periods in Danish history. But although these conditions brought sorrow and ruin to thousands, even among the wealthy, the humble home of the Kingos somehow managed to survive. Beneath its roof industry and frugality worked hand in hand with piety and mutual love to brave the storms that wrecked so many and apparently far stronger 11 establishments. Kingo always speaks with the greatest respect and gratitude of his \\ poor but honest parents\\ . In a poetic description of his childhood years he vividly recalls their indulgent kindness to him.

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idea of Alex leaving school to travel with Chase no quicker than an iceberg. Just when they thought they had brought Alex along through eighteen long years, readied him to be a successful adult, this had to happen. The rocket blows up on the launchpad. Kyla flipped through the paper, section by section, reading nothing. Her head ached. She was thinking about Paul, Friday back from Albuquerque, he would submarine into a prolonged sulk about Alex. Not talking, not helping her. Between Alex and Paul, Kyla saw weeks looming of insufferable family tension. She sighed and stood up to return to the kitchen for more coffee. Upstairs, noises came from Alex’s room. Alex could be a light sleeper, but those heavy thumps? She left the coffee cup on
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the counter to check. On the second floor, at the end of the hall, Alex’s door was slightly ajar. Odd because Alex always kept the door closed when he was sleeping, did so ever since he was a child. Kyla took that portal gap as an invitation. “Alex, you’re not awake, are you?” Kyla asked not out of courtesy, but as a gambit to see what was going on. Obviously, all that motion was not sleeping. “I’m busy,” Alex said in a huff. That two-inch gap of room view disappeared with a door slam. It was Kyla’s house, after all, and her son’s privacy be damned, she was not about to back down from a door shut in her face. She
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stepped closer, had
stepped closer, had her hand on the door knob, but did not turn it. “Alex, I don’t want to start where we left off last night.” No response from the other side, just more tossing things around. Kyla had not the faintest what Alex might be doing. “But you are going to have to sit down with Paul and me and discuss with us calmly and rationally what you’re going to do about college.” Silence. Then slapping sounds and steps and whoosh, the door opened, revealing Alex, holding soft luggage that bulged like beach balls. “This isn’t working, I’m leaving.” Kyla was paralyzed. Her son staring her down like she was a stranger, like he was nothing more than an overnight guest ready to resume travel. “Just like that,”
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a lady beaten
a lady beaten by a beast. Bobby knew she held many stories. Ships were like people to Bobby, some good, some bad, some indifferent. This one had soul. He knew this because she told him as he stood belly deep in the water before her. Told him not to see her as she stood now. He had enough water to pull his feet free and swim the last thirty feet to her. The water was dirty but wet and cool, like a bath. He swam eas- ily to the rope ladder hanging from the gangway and swung his leg through an underwater rung. The gangway rattled welcome as it shuddered above him in answer to his
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presence, while the —
presence, while the — 46 — rope ladder moved with the shift of the gangway. He pulled himself out of the water and came up fast against her hull. He pushed himself onto the gangway and started checking for missing skin and scraped shoulders. The gangway slowly steadied against the hull, solid but for missing hand lines and loose plating L no real problem. Life gets easier, he thought, as he topped the gangway and stepped over her low-rising bulwark onto the deck. Like everything from the top, it looked a long way down. It re- minded him of a lot hePd like to forget. He squatted on th
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She was
She was easily four-fifty, maybe five hundred in length, with a sixty-foot beam and a high-sitting forecastle. There were two holds for- ward of an island bridge amidships, two more holds astern. A single stack just forward of the quarterdeck rose off her stern, a deep sea ship with strong lines torn through by chaos. Carnage everywhere. ShePd burned, a cruel death for a ship. It was better to sink, end it, and be final. Go down fight- ing, pride intact. Everything had been stripped from her decks that werenPt actual structure. Now the plan was to cut her up, bit by bit. To eat her, maggots on rot. Bobby didnPt like it,
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to the cleaning
to the cleaning supplies in the bucket under the sink – the bucket that would be our trash can in the room and our wash bucket for cleaning the gallery. He pointed out the slips of paper with our names on them that had appeared sometime during the day on our desks. “Each of you put your name in the slot on your bunk, press, desk, and bookcase, and in the slot behind your rifle. You see that slot on top of the mirror over the sink? Each week after Saturday Morning Inspection – SMI – you‟ll change the name. Each of you serves a week at a time as room orderly, responsible for everything in the room that doesn‟t have a name on it – like this filthy floor. Now get
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to work and
to work and assemble with your squad in front of the shower room at 1700 hours in bathrobes, field caps, name tags, and flip-flops. Don‟t forget your soap, shampoo, and towel. You‟re gonna learn how to take a shower!” At precisely 5:00pm, all of us from the third division were lined up on the edge of the gallery, facing the latrine and shower room just this side of E Company. Mr Woodward was there, along with Mr Sardis, Mr Gunn, and one or two other sergeants. With our eyes looking straight ahead, it was always hard for us to tell just how many there were.
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26 “Take one step forward,” commanded the first sergeant. This took us off the outer row of tiles to which we were generally restricted, but it gave the sergeants room to walk behind us. It was always more intimidating if we could be surrounded. Mr Woodward strode back and forth in front of the squad like Napoleon addressing his troops. He told us how to lather with soap and
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shampoo and rinse
shampoo and rinse all in the time allotted to a thete to shower – twelve seconds. In mid stride and mid sentence, he wheeled around toward me, almost touching nose to nose and bellowed, “This time, Cadet, I‟ll overlook the fact that your name tag‟s on upside down.” He quickly looked away, but not before I spied a slight wry smile on his lips. Could it be that he had done the same thing his thete year? Looking back on it, I had to admit that I smiled the same way whenever I caught a thete repeating one of my numerous blunders from freshman year. At that moment, though, such thoughts were the furthest thing from my mind.
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jumper and jeans
jumper and jeans and boots, splayed out on the carpet like a corpse. And suddenly the full memory of last night was on him, lunging into his head like a masked youth vaulting the counter of a con- venience store. He groaned with unqualified regret. Oh yes, it was bad all right. It really was exquisitely bad. He was a terrorist. That was what had happened to him in the night. He had partaken in the composition of a death list. He had sat there and said nothing while body counts were spoken of, and liquidations, and claims of responsibility, and target selection. And then he had put forward the name of Ivan Lego, and that name had been unanimously approved! He squeezed his eyes shut, as if by doing so he could
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force the memory
force the memory out the back of his skull. But it stayed there, it stayed there. He was a fucking terrorist! Or was he? The question called for some serious thought. Maybe he was over-reacting. Maybe things weren’t yet as bad as he imagined. Maybe there was still some grey area, some ambiguity, some room for hope. He rolled back onto his other side. He clamped a pillow to his exposed ear. He shut his eyes. Now he was ready to think. Now he was ready for a sober contem- plation of the facts. Fact one: no terrorist act had yet occurred. Nor had any specific course of action been proposed. So really, this hysterical notion that he was a terrorist could be
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dispensed with straight
dispensed with straight away. He wasn’t one yet, and he had no intention of letting himself become one. All that they’d done in the night was talk, in very general terms, about the possibility of moving into terrorism. Was that a crime? Surely not. And even if it was, Fenton himself hadn’t committed it very thoroughly. For the most part he had just sat there and listened while the others had conspired. He had said maybe five or six words all night. Apart from that, everything that had happened would have happened anyway, whether he was there or not. Another vicious slam of metal on metal. Fenton pressed his pillow down harder, as if applying it to his neighbour’s face. On the minus side, he had
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placed Ivan Lego
placed Ivan Lego at the top of the death list. That much could not be denied. And this was an action, wasn’t it, that a jury might well be inclined to frown on. To take a dim view of. Or was it? Consider, again, the grey area. Look at the context, the extenuating cir- cumstances. Look at the purity of his motives. He hadn’t done it out of malice towards Ivan Lego, had he? He had done it to get Robert Browning’s name off the table. And not just Browning’s, either. In effect, his intervention had saved the skin of every other alternative candidate too. Of Barbra Streisand, of Smithy’s cousin, of a theoretically endless multitude of as-yet- unnamed persons who might otherwise have been chosen to fill the void …
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Which
Which wasn’t a bad effort, considering the hand he’d been dealt. Because Fenton hadn’t created the death list, had he? It wasn’t Fenton’s fault that there was a death list in the first place. It was Gus, and Gus alone, who was responsible for that. And surely that was the fundamental crime, the root 101 illegality. To Fenton the existence of the death list had come as a given, a fait accompli. All he had done was make one tiny adjustment to its contents. A principled adjustment. A sound adjustment. An adjustment aimed at making the best of a very bad situation. What more could any decent citizen have done, in his unenviable place? It would have been easy, all too easy, just to bury his head in
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remotest parts &
remotest parts & like diuers [&] other northern birds if the winter bee mild they co[=m]only come no further southward then scotland if very hard they go lower & seeke more southern places. wch is the cause that sometimes wee see them not before christmas or the hardest time of winter. [8] The \ Elke\ is an obsolete name for the Wild Swan (Cygnus musicus), which occurs in the present day in the same numbers and under precisely similar circumstances as Browne describes; but of course this was the only species of wild swan known to him. The remarkable recurvation of the trachea within the keel of the sternum, which also prevails to a greater or less degree in four out of the five or six species of Cygnus found in the Northern Hemisphere, did not escape Browne s notice,
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although he was not the first to describe it, and he rightly observes that this peculiarity is absent in the Mute Swan (C. olor), but exists in a different and even more exaggerated form in the Crane. He, however, was mistaken as to the extreme northerly range which he assigns to this species. So marked a feature as the absence of the \ berry\ on the beak of this species did not escape Browne s observation, and he refers to it in the eighth letter to Merrett, who in his second letter to Browne remarks \ the difference in the elk s bill by you signified is remarkable to distinguish it from others of Notes and Letters on the Natural History of by Thomas Browne its kind,\ indicating that this distinction was previously
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unknown to him. 15 A white large & strong billd fowle called a Ganet[9] which seemes to bee the greater sort of Larus. whereof I met with one kild by a greyhound neere swaffam another in marshland while it fought & would not bee forced to take wing another intangled in an herring net wch taken aliue was fed with herrings for a while it may be named Larus maior Leucophaeopterus as being white & the top of the wings browne. [9] As a rule the Gannet does not approach the shore, except to breed, but follows the shoals of fish far out at sea. The circumstance mentioned by Browne is by no means singular, and several such instances of storm-driven Gannets being captured far inland are recorded. The \ Scotch Goose,
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Anser scoticus,\
Anser scoticus,\ mentioned further on (p. 13 infra), is also in all probability intended for the Gannet; it is the Anser Bassanus sive Scoticus of Jonston. The \ Marshland\ here mentioned is a tract of country reclaimed in ancient times from the sea, lying to the west of the town of Lynn, of some 57,000 acres in extent, and bordering upon the estuary of the Wash. [Fol. 7.] In hard winters I have also met with that large & strong billd fowle wch clusius describeth by the name of Skua Hoyeri[10] [fr struck out] sent him from the faro Island by Hoierus a physitian. one whereof was shot at Hickling while 2 thereof were feeding upon a dead horse. [10] Willughby (\ Ornithology,\ English Ed., p. 348) gives a good description of the Great Skua
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him look up
him look up and around the room. The silence was thick. “Who’s there?” he asked. He was certain someone had been watching him, perhaps from a narrow stairway that led up. Yet when he looked, he was greeted only by cobwebs and dust. Climbing to the second floor, he found another hallway lined with doors. Some of the rooms were empty, but three were clearly used by someone at sometime. In one, a short canopy bed had neatly made sheets and a patchwork quilt of furry hides; in another room, 8 a large mound of soft cloth lay in the middle of the room, where sunlight could enter through a conspicuously-clean window. A third room contained a larger bed with simple
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linen; the smell of the room suggested female. No spies to be seen, but the feeling of being watched persisted. Suddenly, he felt very confined, enclosed by walls. Disturbed by a sense of urgency, he did nothing to keep his feet from carrying him back downstairs and out of the keep. Kaylen relocked the door and returned the key to its hiding place. He had no distinct plan, beyond seeing the surrounding territory and working his way back to the coast, where other people might be found. While walking to the castle gates, he noticed something moving within the barbican. Hiding quickly behind a low stone wall, he watched three burros enter the courtyard. The donkeys bore several small crates, and one had objects draped over its hind-quarters. The lead mount carried a
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had not fixed
had not fixed the pen. She stood up from the desk, went for the window light to study the pen detailing. A step, two steps, and her thoughts turned sluggish. The pen slipped between her fingers, her legs buckled. Her arms swung out and her shoulder hit first, her head striking both shoulder and outstretched arm. She lay there for minutes, eyes glazed, not conscious of the fountain pen, the room, or the window light. Her heart beat furiously and through her dilated vessels pushed blood headward more easily than when she stood. * * * It might have been two minutes or less, but Laura came to, saw she was on the hard oak floor, yet her head didn’t hurt. What was she doing? Musing on
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an old pen and memories. An old pen, like her, probably not fixable anymore. But the pen reminded her about those signature cards stashed in the rolltop. Cath would sign one for the credit union. Cath, Rob, and Petey —all of them—had to sign joint custody signature cards. That way, they’d each get immediate access to their own CD with her, if, as her lawyer said, she predeceased them. No probate, no estate taxes, just clean transfers of her savings to the children. Now where were those signature cards? * * * Sunday afternoons, Laura anticipated Rob driving up in his red Eclipse. For the last few minutes, Laura had been checking her front window. One thing about Rob, if he was to be by at four- thirty, you could
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set your watch
set your watch at his driving up. This Sunday, Liam sat beside him too. “So how have you been?” Rob said, hugging a sack of groceries, kneeing aside the screen door. Towheaded Liam scooted by. “Remember, I’m cooking tonight, Mom. My secret recipe for pasta primavera. Say, Liam, get back here.” The nine-year-old had collapsed on the sofa as if he were home. “Liam, get up, get these groceries in the kitchen, okay?” Liam shot Rob a glance of incredulity, but sprang up and took the groceries, evidently understanding his choices to survive the next few hours. In the kitchen, Liam unpacked the sack, arranging everything on the counter, and before long, water hissing, was washing the vegetables. “So,
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the intense training
the intense training of the new fourthclassmen, or freshmen – better known as “thetes.” The name thete, which rhymed with feet, came from the lowest class of Athenians, those fit only for menial tasks. Marked by physical, emotional, and psychological exhaustion, Thete Week was the first step in becoming an Acropolis cadet. And it was by far the most harrowing. From his reporting for duty to the return of the upperclassmen and the beginning of classes, every thete felt the constant presence of one burning, overriding question: “What madness have I gotten myself into?” After Thete Week, whatever answer may have come made this perhaps more clear, but that hardly provided much comfort. My parents
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drove me up
drove me up to the great entrance arch, or sally port, of the Second Battalion. I kissed my mother‟s cheek, shook my father‟s hand, lifted up my one suitcase, and strode into the barracks with all the false confidence I could muster. Once inside the sally port, I faced a large quadrangle with a red and white checkerboard design. To my left front, I saw an enclosed stairwell in the corner with a large H painted on the front of it in the light Acropolis blue. Going sun-wise from there, the next corner had G, the one after that F, and then finally E to my left. The two thick columns on either side of the rear sally
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port facing
port facing me held the vertical letters REGT and BAND. The Regimental Band occupied the first level to avoid accidents with the instruments. Each infantry company occupied the next three levels – the three divisions, each corresponding roughly to a platoon. Determined to make a good first impression, and ignorant of the fact that this was a completely impossible task, I marched up to the desk in front of the H. Seated behind the desk was the company supply sergeant named Stanley Jarmon – MISTER Jarmon to me for
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last night. I
last night. I was so sorry for you.\ Densham drew an easy chair to her side and accepted a cup of tea. 29 \ I am quite well again,\ he said. \ It was very bad indeed for a little time, but it did not last long. Still I felt that it made me so utterly stupid that I was half afraid you would have written me off your visitors\’ list altogether as a dull person. I was immensely relieved to be told that you were at home.\ Mrs. Thorpe-Satchell laughed gaily. She was a bright, blonde little woman
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with an exquisite
with an exquisite figure and piquante face. She had a husband whom no one knew, and gave excellent parties to which every one went. In her way she was something of a celebrity. She and Densham had known each other for many years. \ I am not sure,\ she said, \ that you did not deserve it; but then, you see, you are too old a friend to be so summarily dealt with.\ She raised her blue eyes to his and dropped them, smiling softly. Densham looked steadily away into the fire, wondering how to broach the subject which had so suddenly taken the foremost
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