"Janrae Frank - Journey of Sacred King 1 - My Sister's Keeper" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frank Janrae)hold her sides. "You think I finally convinced them, Tag?"
"That yer crazy? Probably," Tagalong said, smirking. She loved uproar. "But ya know, Aejys, those that matter have it figured out and losing yer temper confirms it." "I know. I resigned myself to it weeks ago." Aejys smiled, clapping the sturdy dwarf on the shoulder. "You are not my only source of gossip, Tag." "I'm not?" Tagalong feigned surprise. "Ya turned them down again, but what are ya going to do next time the town has trouble with Brunstrat?" Aejys gnawed on her lower lip. "Same thing I did last time..." "Then yer doin' the job without getting' the title." "I don't want the responsibility." "You've already got it." "Shit." Tagalong grinned widely, "I'm putting the word on the street yer holding out fer King." Aejys stared at the ceiling and rolled her eyes. "Aejys, there's people to see you," Becca looked from one to the other with silent disapproval. She had wanted Aejys to take the position and felt miffed that she clearly had not. "More people?" Aejys straightened and clapped Becca on the shoulder. "Be a good mon, and tell them to go away. I'm tired of people. I want to be left alone for a while. I haven't had lunch, I'm sick of pastries and my tobacco pouch is empty." "I can't." "What?" Becca winced but stood her ground. And even Aejys knew there were limits to how far you pushed Becca. "They're Cassana brye Odaren and Brendorn arn Rowan." Aejys stopped in her tracks, her heart skipped a beat at Brendorn's name тАУ she had told no one about her family and almost nothing about her past except for a few carefully phrased and related war stories тАУ and her next words evaporated. She sucked in a long breath, closed her eyes just long enough to rub her hands over them, and then blew the breath out with an odd sigh. "You're certain that's who they are?" "Grymlyken recognizes the ajan." |
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