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CHAPTER 12
Home, At Last
I judge impetuosity to be better than caution.
—Niccoló Machiavelli
Niccoló Machiavelli was an asshole.
—Walter Slovotsky
It was sundown when they landed in the front yard of the New House, the house where Jason had spent most of his time growing up, before the move to Biemestren.
As they circled in, a crowd of people gathered below, their elongated shadows playing across the grass: a few warriors from Frandred's team; some farmers in from their fields on business; Petros, the deputy mayor; and Lou Riccetti. The Engineer was grim as death as he stood, fingers twining impatiently, thin lips pursed perhaps in sorrow, perhaps in irritation.
*There's news,* the dragon said as he thunked to the ground. Ellegon's mental voice held a quaver of excitement. *About your father.*
"Jason," Lou Riccetti said, "quickly: how many did you leave behind you in Melawei?"
"Two. Ahira and Walter Slovotsky."
"Then," Lou Riccetti said, choosing this words slowly, carefully, "I think your father might be alive. I may have a lead on where he is. Come with me inside; we've got to talk to Aldren."
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- Chapter 45
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CHAPTER 12
Home, At Last
I judge impetuosity to be better than caution.
—Niccoló Machiavelli
Niccoló Machiavelli was an asshole.
—Walter Slovotsky
It was sundown when they landed in the front yard of the New House, the house where Jason had spent most of his time growing up, before the move to Biemestren.
As they circled in, a crowd of people gathered below, their elongated shadows playing across the grass: a few warriors from Frandred's team; some farmers in from their fields on business; Petros, the deputy mayor; and Lou Riccetti. The Engineer was grim as death as he stood, fingers twining impatiently, thin lips pursed perhaps in sorrow, perhaps in irritation.
*There's news,* the dragon said as he thunked to the ground. Ellegon's mental voice held a quaver of excitement. *About your father.*
"Jason," Lou Riccetti said, "quickly: how many did you leave behind you in Melawei?"
"Two. Ahira and Walter Slovotsky."
"Then," Lou Riccetti said, choosing this words slowly, carefully, "I think your father might be alive. I may have a lead on where he is. Come with me inside; we've got to talk to Aldren."
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Framed