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CHAPTER 21
To Salket
The logic of the heart is absurd.
—Julie de Lespinasse
Lying, like eating, can be overdone.
—Walter Slovotsky
Klimos to Geverat, and they hadn't been there, but maybe on Menelet? No, no, the raid on Menelet was tendays ago. It was Klimos. The three of them, the dozen of them, the hundreds of them, had struck on Klimos, burned everything to the ground.
And did you see that thing fly by last tenday? I don't know if it was a dragon, but you wouldn't have any essence of dragonbane to sell, would you?
* * *
Geverat to Heshtos, and Jane thought that might be it, so they fired off a signal rocket that night and lay anchored offshore for a night and a day, supposedly rerigging the mast.
A boat came out to investigate, but it was only some local fishermen: Did you see those strange faerie lights last night? And have you heard about the Warrior? He could be anywhere—I hear the slavers are pissing down their legs any time they hear a loud fart.
They went ashore, but there was nothing but rumors.
* * *
Jane Slovotsky knelt by the map. "Salket," she decided, tapping the parchment, then resting her hand on Jason's leg. "It feels right." Her hand was warmer than it had any right to be.
"Two days," Bothan Ver said, hauling in the mainsheet, nail-bitten fingers directing the rope precisely, delicately, like a puppeteer pulling on the strings of his marionette. "Perhaps."
"If the wind holds," Thivar Anjer added, leaning on the tiller, squinting at the distant horizon. "Which it might."
"We'll find him there," Tennetty said, stropping her bowie against a whetstone. "And maybe only one or two of us will die."
"Everybody dies," Kethol said quietly. "Some of us a little piece at a time."
"It's your play, Jason," Durine said. "You're the Heir."
"That you are," Bren Adahan said. "And may one inquire why you're glaring at me?"
"You and I will have a talk about my sister," Jason said. "After Salket. And give me back my damn sword."
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- Chapter 55
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CHAPTER 21
To Salket
The logic of the heart is absurd.
—Julie de Lespinasse
Lying, like eating, can be overdone.
—Walter Slovotsky
Klimos to Geverat, and they hadn't been there, but maybe on Menelet? No, no, the raid on Menelet was tendays ago. It was Klimos. The three of them, the dozen of them, the hundreds of them, had struck on Klimos, burned everything to the ground.
And did you see that thing fly by last tenday? I don't know if it was a dragon, but you wouldn't have any essence of dragonbane to sell, would you?
* * *
Geverat to Heshtos, and Jane thought that might be it, so they fired off a signal rocket that night and lay anchored offshore for a night and a day, supposedly rerigging the mast.
A boat came out to investigate, but it was only some local fishermen: Did you see those strange faerie lights last night? And have you heard about the Warrior? He could be anywhere—I hear the slavers are pissing down their legs any time they hear a loud fart.
They went ashore, but there was nothing but rumors.
* * *
Jane Slovotsky knelt by the map. "Salket," she decided, tapping the parchment, then resting her hand on Jason's leg. "It feels right." Her hand was warmer than it had any right to be.
"Two days," Bothan Ver said, hauling in the mainsheet, nail-bitten fingers directing the rope precisely, delicately, like a puppeteer pulling on the strings of his marionette. "Perhaps."
"If the wind holds," Thivar Anjer added, leaning on the tiller, squinting at the distant horizon. "Which it might."
"We'll find him there," Tennetty said, stropping her bowie against a whetstone. "And maybe only one or two of us will die."
"Everybody dies," Kethol said quietly. "Some of us a little piece at a time."
"It's your play, Jason," Durine said. "You're the Heir."
"That you are," Bren Adahan said. "And may one inquire why you're glaring at me?"
"You and I will have a talk about my sister," Jason said. "After Salket. And give me back my damn sword."
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